Poems

Ash In Your Lungs If I turn to ashyou breathe it inevery scar you gave mesettles under your skin You laughed when I coughedon your smokesaid “if you can’t breathe, just move”turned my panic into a jokerolled your eyeslike you had something to prove You tossed matches in crowded roomspointed at mewhen the alarms screamed […]

Ash Teeth Grind the ash teethtill the sparks fly highburn the ceiling blackagainst the sky Spit the swallowed wordsinto the miclet the feedback hit themlike a strike Purple light on alleysslick with raindumpsters leaning overin the pain Sirens screaming distancein the pitchcity lungs are scratchinglike an itch Called a problemticking like a bombshoved in roomsto

Apathetic as Fuck You call me apatheticbut I just do not careI ran out of fucksthree breakdowns agothere is nothing left in there Alarm goes offI swipe it deadsame way I kill every planthat ever tries to crawl into my day People talk about grindhustlepassionI look at the ceiling thinkingmaybe I will just rot hereand

Applications In The Dark I’m a laid-off parentscrolling through a warzonemade of ads and liesevery posting looks the sameevery hope gets standardized Kids finally knocked outon the pull-outcartoons still paused on the screendishes leaning in the sinklike they’re waiting to join the scene I slide this old laptop openon a table scarred with yearsjob board

Animal Confessional I want to fuck youlike a confessionsaid through gritted teethand bitten lips Pull every secret out of your throatwith my hands on your hipsdrag you downwhere halos meltand good intentions chokeon spit and sweat You lean against the walllike a dare in bootsand a crooked grineyes locked on my throatlike you are choosingwhere

Another Key On The Same Ring Another key upon the ringanother mug in the sinkanother coat upon the chairgive me time to think Rain is hitting hardon the old row househallway smells of coffeeand a secondhand blouse Three sets of bootsmud drying brownlaces tied in knotsthat we threw down Pictures on the walltilting to the

Alleyway Headcount Alleyway headcountone more ghost getting evenin the rain You wouldn’t hear my voicenow you hear the chain You walked past me every morningheadphones upeyes locked on the glassI held doorsbit my tonguelet the insults pass You laughed with the strangersand saved your soft voicefor the ones who wouldn’t stayI was the face you

Alone at the Edge Alone at the edgereaching out for airsilence screaming loudstripping the nerves bare The room went dead quietshadows stacking up on the floorcold air leaking infrom the gap beneath the door Breath coming shallowheartbeat skippingevery other beatfighting to stay warmin the middle of the sheet Words left unsaidthroat gone drystaring at the

All Our Broken Shit Still Works All our broken shit still worksjust needs a kickor a kind touchor a curse under your breathwhen it squeals The couch has springs that diglike fingers through the fabricevery time you sit downit groans a confessionof every nap and fight The coffee table is a rescue from the curbcarved

All-You-Can-Bleed This is all-you-can-bleednot all-you-can-eatevery mouthful slices deeperthrough the seat Lonely hearts with cracked screenstired eyesdead hopes piled on plastic traysloading up with meat and sugartill the table looks like a car crashin the fluorescent haze I sit in the cornergulping gravy and shamewaiting for the hungerthat still screams the same I learned earlythat if