Monday, February 27, 2012

carbon copy

she looks just like
all the others, pretty
much... she only looks
a little like me.
we are all a
california red table blend,
easy to drink, to
savor, to finish off
before a quick bj
in the back before going
back to your doesn't exist job.
we give you
a nice buzz, a
sweet ache at the wake,
only just enough
for you to become
what you are

she does look
like the rest, though,
don't you agree?
do they look like her?
lucky, lucky, lucky.

Monday, February 13, 2012


i can't
i can't help it, my
heels over head, my
oh my
i look forward to
cinderella nights and
nietzsche days, all mossed
up with glass and
reality, both entwined
in legs and booze. you
who i love, and
you, who loves me...
let this be
this sunset on the 'rise...
the brilliant pink
do yet we see.
the sun, it sets, on