Counting Out The Steps





Counting out the steps
Crawling on all fours
One, two three, one two, three
You deny the circus, but they’re really yours
Giving her another twirl
We’re standing naked & stark
You speak your pretentious slang
Only – you’re exposed in the dark
I’m here with your midnight medicine
Darling, beautiful babe, bottoms up!
I still here firm & steadfast
Watching as you spill out of your lace cups


Drinking The Spilled Ink




Drinking the spilled ink

Anything for a touch of inspiration

The metal nib scratches the paper

Leaving behind unused insinuation

Touting such triumphs to the Heavens

Coming to these waters to galvanize

Words reign down with invigoration

& finally finding absolution within thine eyes

Lovely Flowers/Well Intentioned


Lovely flowers/well intentioned
Nothing to replace frigid remorse
A broken vase with contents spilled
Life mistook its proper course
Banging away at the languid keys
Trying to create some tranquility
Which one left in stagnate appeal
Can’t escape your own responsibility


I Never Said I Was Good At This


I never said I was good at this
I have no fancy training or school
I just close my eyes & spill my soul
Without any regard if it will be cool
I’m a bush league hack at my best
Wandering my way through eternity
Endless reams within your dreams
But I’ll never be a victim of your modernity


I’m Spilling My Martini


I’m spilling my martini

Like a drunken lout

Don’t judge me, lady

Know not what I’m about

Merely seeing my words

You only know what I tell

I’ve never revealed scars

Or invited you to my hell