FUNKY DRESS

You should’ve seen her   She wore a funky dress That clung to her body Like a second skin Of shimmering snake scales.   She was lithe And full of grace.   Whenever she walked by The Vultures smoking cigarettes Followed…   A whole flock… A thousand hungry eyes…   With a kittens purr And…

FRAIL MORALITY

Assume a posture of confidence Such simple smiles Fueled by erotic violence   Picking at an empty scar So deep we have fallen so far Into our desperate thirst filled need Laughing gently as we bleed   Hidden in the shadows of suburban blight From the helicopters glare our eyes robbed of sight Tears reflect…

FLOWER

The flowers blooming In the midnight glass vase Brought a quiet comfort And a vaguely pleasant memory Of that brief glimpse of her.   Such a somber delight To be gently teased By the slow uncertain Nature of courtship   Such a Pleasant ache This Desire To be touched by her   ©workingclassproduction.com, 2016  

EYES HUNGRY AND EMPTY

Eyes hungry and empty Sharp hand glittering Flashing knives Blades bite deep Like teeth Soul rending Broken bloody Not now Nevermore Nevermore I love you I hear the words Dry whisper of the razor Sliding across the honing stone Like dead leaves rustle   I hang my head low To cry Or die Or laugh…