A Picture of Her

Velvet locks of gold drape over her shoulders flowing freely as she winds herself up.

Spikes of black lashes round her tear drop blue eyes.

Remnants of sleepless nights cross in tiny canyons circling the undersides of her eyelids and pillow like skin.

Rose frosted lips plump into hills separating slightly into snow-capped, Rocky Mountain smiles.

Bum like shoulders slouch around a black cloth clinging desperately to outline her pear shaped body.

Strong, defined, river legs flow into her black, leather, 1920’s flapper stiletto.

Music hugs her soul and leads her heart into shadowy dawns.

Dancing in the Afterlife

Aftershocks of an earthquake’s vibrations pulse threw the moist cave walls.

Flashes of light illuminate the darkness of emotion.

The vibrations grow steady electrifying the frozen figures in the oily water.

Erratic motions consume the bodies lifting them like stiff plywood to the surface of the warm molten dimension.

Unable to control the motions of your own lifeless limbs.

Screeching of rats’ crescendos at weakly timed intervals.

Mind scrambled like eggs at breakfast.

Melting through the creases of souls.

Malicious instruments tear through silk skin.

The Bar

Tinted windows darken the noon

sunrays burning sweaty pavement.

The heavy door screams like a monster

under a child’s bed as silhouettes

drift out to hazy cigarette circles.

One lonely bartender

wipes the same glass over

and over as an attempt to wash

out the disappointment of his

mother. Murky orange liquid

cannon balls into

an empty depth of self-abuse.

Stools tower sacredly over drunken fools

holding onto the floor as liquor

drowns them in slurred speech.

Sip after sip of poison

to forget a Monday massacre.

night terror

Night terrors run around vandalizing concrete ideals.
Strumming the bass of horror as high pitched screams echo in darkened corners of the mind untouched.
Dark reds streak through the sky creating the ominous lost soul enviroment.
Zombie like figures disapear into dark buildings boarded up with shattered dreams.
A single dark shadow walks slowly in the middle of the street feeling every stare burn into the back of his heart.
Pulsating rhythms of life flow through his veins.
Fingertips tingle as he reaches for the last stream of yellow light shining through the gray clouds.
Thunder erupts in chaos as he falls to his knees and drowns his skin in rain.
Trickling down his expressionless face washing away the blood of those he let go.
Scars and wounds vanish as he opens his eyes, alone in a cold dark room.
Lying in his bed of tangled lies wrapping around his body making it impossible to move, impossible to blink.