The Carcasses Of Inspiration








The carcasses of inspiration
Wine glasses with Burgundy residue
Speaking to late nights & early mornings
Scribbles in the margin on the follow through
Feeling parched as I wake
Noticing your lipstick stains
Upon the rim of the glass
Reminding me of the dreams that remain
Bleary eyed, drinking the coffee grounds
Searching for a fate within the dregs
Fumbling over these typewriter keys
Lightheaded when I see your naked legs
Your smile is a distraction
But you pop a button & then one more
I’m at your complete mercy
Once the nightgown hits the floor


What Were Those Secrets You Wished To Explain





What were those secrets you wished to explain
Which night do you want me to recall
I’m closing my eyes to open my senses
Your presence always reminds me of Heaven in the Fall
I can’t remember every single emotion
For there’ve been too many we’ve shared
& forever is still so long on the horizon
I can only promise you that my soul will always be bare

I Don’t Need A Thesaurus To Write Poetry


I don’t need a thesaurus to write poetry
I merely take the beauty out of the air
Fragrant thoughts etched into paper
A humble love to remind her you still care


Peeling Away Your Silly Girl Clothes


Peeling away your silly girl clothes

Not knowing a change is going to come

Overreacting to your latest slight

How many more nights till you’re numb

Fold away your college sweater, dear

Release your one-dimensional dream

The Californian sun has set

Strings coming apart at the seams

Rotten hotel room carpet remind of him

Walk away to brighter possibilities now

Know you deserve much more

Fade into your mind to discover how