momentarily

in the moment
between this minute
and the next
with the regularity
of the moon
my mind wanders
to you.

away

i'd rather keep
my dreams

safe in boxes
padlock them
and throw the keys
away.

if i give them
wings, what if
they fly
away?

dawn

stories are told
songs are sung
whiskey is drunk.

but when the night
is over

stories fade,
shadows appear

and

dreams
are all
that linger.

()

what
happens
to
stories
that
are scribbled
in the
margins?

would you
notice
them?
blue ink
and tiny
lettering
and abandoned
words

littering

pages
and
pages
of
monochrome.

erotica

your earlobes
are like aloo:
tasteless
but comforting.

i feel like doing something reckless.

like have sex with a stranger
or jump of a cliff.
or tell you that i love you
and then run away.

i feel like doing something destructive.

like have sex with a stranger
or jump of a cliff.
or tell you that i love you
and then break your heart.

verb: to do

you
make me.

you make me
want.

you make me want
to do

you.