Wednesday, August 27, 2008

If Only That Smell Was Free for All


Teachers and students,
Engineers and degenerates.

Soccer moms desperate for the attention
of a man who won't yell at then for the things
the can't control.

They all want what I have.

Shiny, freedom complete with
a New Car Smell. A temporary solution to a larger problem
that will probably never really be resolved, just simply re-shaped and re-painted so that no one who never knew will ever know.

What power.

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

662



I am someone
No one said I was.

Friday, February 22, 2008

Skimages of a Prostitute


Sometimes she shows her scars.

A two inch, jagged line on her shoulder,
Reminds her of how far she fell.

Her tired right ear still hears
The traffic inches from her eyes.

Tattoos are less about experience
than they are experiments.

Blood was proof of life
Too easily washed away.

Scars are evidence
should anyone ever
question where
she had
been.