Bloody Nails (day 490)

We all fantasize in quiet cafés alone
We all make dreams with foreign lovers
Blessed by nights air that’s feeling good tonight
We all eye up the lone maiden sipping wine
Red hair and blazer on, business skirt, blood nails
Eyes too wide for an unmarried lover
Ears to eager for a foreign voice
Straight back and school girl boots
Tell me, do you like the bad boys, Green Eyes?
Tell me you did feel my eyes upon you
Shh, nights coming out smooth

Sometimes (day 268)

Sometimes it hurts
Sometimes the blood trickles down the sides of your cheeks
And the cold cold hard ground is the only place to lay down

Sometimes faces stare back
Deep and ugly in contorted disgust with what their own eyes meet
Searching for an exit plan, a way out, or a weakness to abuse

Sometimes the is sunshine
Escaping through the clouds in little rays of dancing
Upon walls, upon half faces, upon new growth of flowers

Sometimes it just works
Sometimes when you put all the ducks in a row, and tie your shoes tight
Take those first steps, the others just seem to roll with the flow

Sometimes is what I look forward to
Each and every day that hands us chances to dive into the unknown
The shades of light that flicker back at our conscience and glow

The Wick (day 256)

Blood runs down the pierced skin
Slowly drip dropping to the tune of your heart
Memories flash before your eyes
Like the light slowly fading away

Between your thighs sits an atom bomb
The mind slowly flirting with the wick
“Can we play our song one more time?”
Please, lay down dear

Let me whisper in your ear.

There’s Blood Running Down (day 202)

The blood running down
The goosebumps: they fill the only void between space and all time
Lost in the backlash of over indulging
Slept on the wrong side again
Fuck, it’s the same in the end

The blood running down
The last breath holding the starlight deep beneath layers
Forever mourning the weakened desire
Forgotten by the squires
Prophesying all that doesn’t. Really. Matter.

The blood running down
The spreadsheets turning circles on masters and wizards
Poisoning the spells with lurches and makeshift cosmopolitans
Dressed up to please the ever indulging normality
Spiced with dreams of circle jerks

The blood running down
The only occasion left on this moonlit sonata passed these steps long ago
Streaking stains hid by the scared bits of light creeping in closer
But I’ve lost hope of these clever bits
My eyes grow weary, zip goes the bag

And there’s blood running down

In These Shoes (day 159)

Fueled by urban rush
Styling through leftover plush
The balanced hair left a little smear
Sexy walks and glaring looks

No, we’re happy in these shoes

Give me blood
And I’ll ask for scabs
Give me cocktails
And I’ll ask for napkins
Give me rainbows
And I’ll ask for the rain
Give me eyebrows
And I’ll ask for the lips
Give me hair
And I’ll fray it everywhere

Now we’re happy in these shoes

Deep Thinking (day 70)

Among the buzzards and bees
Flys swarm and stench radiates
This is death, raw and natural
Decaying corpse of blood soaked skin
And I face it, with unglazed eyes
Piercing it’s cold exterior
With reckless abandon
Ignoring the patient wolves
Hovering yonder
Waiting to enjoy their feast in peace
And I wonder…