Tuesday, January 19, 2010

sadness is flooding the city
under the cover of rain
and i am chilling
listening to tom waits
trying to ignore
the sad but mad world out there

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

in my dreams
i am in the company of
deliciously foul-mouthed
fallen drunk angels
in the gutters
  feet in the air
relieved of their heavy wings
and an even heavier fate
  over which they had no control
angels lying in their own vomit
free but sad to the core
  bitter to the bitter end
not here nor there
neither friend nor foe

Thursday, January 7, 2010

at the edge of memory lies
  the monsters of the past
  one has long forgotten
  long gone
yet our conscience
  sleeps in the same bed
  with the monsters
slowly suffocating
damaged
one way or the other