Cigarette conversations, Blvd Blues

Last night I met an ex crack and coke head,
trying to pull herself from the ground
by going back to school. She enjoys 80's music
and had the teeth of someone who appeared to do
a lot of drugs back in her prime.
Tar stains laid upon each pearly yellow
like a street pavement, and slowly with each word
walked me down her biting nostalgia lane on a snow fall evening.

I was so self-absorbed with how fucking cold it was that I forgot to ask a name. Oh, well. I will just call her Blvd. Blues

Draft

I miss her but
I am not depressed yet,
but give me a couple more days.
No right now I just have an
over active imagination.

Boredom doesnt help either,
because when I am not
sleeping or eating I am thinking
about how much I want to cook for her
or dream of her lips.

Or daydreaming of her lips
while I am cooking.
Which I will argue does not
correlate to the fact that
I have burnt noodles for the 3rd time.

This rectangle mattress
has become my prison
and the numerous blankets
are the ropes that holds me down
preventing my escape to go out and find her.

To take her when I do,
in my arms no matter
where or what she is doing
and proceed to give her a very
hot and sexy reason we should never part.

I have taken to making paper origami
to the pass the time, and
I plan on giving them to her
when she returns
but so far I only have

23 Cranes,
45 roses,
11 flowers, and
5 elephants
Along with the 8 love letters

I wrote but didnt send because
I wanted to see the look on her face when she read them.
And I know each word will sound corny and sickening
as a candy-corn smeared with chocolate to the rest of the
world but I say screw you haters

I think metaphors
comparing our love to sunshine rainbow is original
because I am the first to give her sunshine rainbow love
I am still bored however
and I still miss her.

And with all the presents
that have been accumulating
in a small pile beside our soft love making nest,
all I ask in return
is a sweet kiss and for her to

grab my hand and promise
to never leave my side again.
Or at least take me with her
the next time
she goes to the corner store.

Snow Carol

She walked
into the falling snow and felt
elated by the music made.
As though she was falling herself,
with each step she sunk higher into the ground.

From a cadence only she can hear.
Every crunch her ball and toe made
she drowned

just a bit more than usual. It sent shivers
up the calf
passing inner thighs and torso
crossing mounds and valleys stopping just at
her ears.

She wanted to extol the notes she heard
into the wind
for all to know.
But usually if one is not pleading for help
people tend to become impatient with
you.

Oh! I am so sorry
I didnt know you were running late, even so do you
fancy a listen to the snow with me?

Doubt anyone could recognize
any sound beside melancholy and helplessness
or
melancholy and bitterness
or
melancholy and melancholy
anyways.

Not that she minded much, poor bastards dont know
what they're missing.

The thought actually tickled her throat
and she embraced the furtive song only
she could hear
in between each fallen but uplifting note.

fast food blues

The hours come hard but not fast. Each meticulous move is just another routine stapled to the back of the head, dancing an annoying jig on the tip of the spin.

And oh goody!

The joys of giving the customers a ugly fake welcome always did manage to brighten up the morning. But wait! dont forget that their microscopic thought process and face value hate have, is to be served with a smile!

But a chance will occur to make it all worth wild. And it occurs while your giving out familiarized change to the simpleton.

To slip a piece of literacy work on the back of their recites. Telling them in Shakespearean language that you spat in their drink.

Moth

She the blind moth

raised by butterflies,
flaps ash wings
in the direction she thinks is the sky.

But clouds arent supposed to rip into her sickly body
and wipe her away like grounded dust
when she is gliding across open surface.

But kiss her gently as she flies by
and cool her body with its misty touch.

Jumping part 2

This is a farewell to Ms. Jane. The whore hanging
on my back. The sea winds never sung so loudly before,
with my ears plugged of her calls.
The world has never been so bright before, but
was still tinted with bloodshot vision.

The demon didn't have wings, so she crawled instead on ashy
elbows. And laid her head on my pubes. I was blind, my eyes are wide the fuck open now. Watching, as she jumps from bed to bed and I made sure to step out of the way so she would’t fall on my dick.

No babies because her thin tubes, were tight tied
around her fucking neck, and the lack of oxygen must be driving her mind
away from sanity, if she think she could still be mine.
I say think again Ms. Jane

Drive

If not now, when? She stared at the passing white lines and was fixated. Deciding to start from the middle instead the end. Because the end was too sad of a place to visit. She was blind and didnt even notice it. What hurts the most is not the break of my heart like the white lines but the beautiful things that will never come to be.

If not us, who? I was offer to go dancing with sweet Lucifer and his lover Brutus. Hearing the words of many but she only listen to a few. Because the fallen Angels words was sweeter honey. If not us then whom indeed? The line was no longer broken but streaming along the pavement, she tries to stare at it forever. Escaping.

But truth always comes and knocks her off her feet. If not together, than how can they both avoid defeat? Whats the point when they have already lost? Stabbed in the back with a knife called lust. Et tu, Bruté? She pondered that as the white lines started to disappear and reappear in front of her eyes again.

Sarcasm

Is this really her life? What a pathetic life if it is. Today's mundane vocabulary seems awfully familiar. Painfully so.

Forgetting the world in her room. The four walls have a depressing comfort. Its not to keep them away but to lock herself in.

So very pathetic indeed.

She smiles at how wonderful it feels.

55 flash friday

Silliness in Denial

If there is one thing I wish for you to see before you close your eyes tonight. Its the shape of my lips I dream are being pressed against yours as I fall from bliss.

No swimming allowed

The gravity gave way and she floated up from the sea. Feeling the salt clinging to her lungs and seep from her eyes. Weeping willow cries a little louder as she smiles. Choking on the air and throwing up her writing all over heaven's floor.

Watching the water rise and rise and rise as she drifts higher and higher and higher. She waits around for the no swimming allowed sign to appear so she can float back down.

Bewitched body and soul

She is the dream in the world that comes crashing around. Blindly. closing her eyes to see. Her name whispered against the knife called lust as it fills the body with life and trust.

Each thrust, moan, and fuck compares nothing to the swallowing of her voice.

Leaving her scent in every breath she tastes. Fasination lingers around to wink at her frame of mind leaving her closed eyes moist.

Promises

Her mouth is like a secret that promises to be unforgetable...

as are the thoughts of a short encounter. Dry in the winter and cracked from humor, her mouth tinged by the desire envelopee by the filter. As she takes a drag smoke seeps and pours through her lungs as the secret's hope of recognition pounds through her aching head.

...Whispering sweet nothings waiting to be said.

To you my little uncertainty.

Daydreaming

Sadness is reflected in eyes of the aware. During rare occasions when I shift my sight beyond the physical world, for just a second I catch a glimpse of happiness.

Those inevitably refreshing glimpses carry me through the reverberations which still haven't settled.

Sweet visions sing to the mind and give soothing rest to her dark intricate thoughts. Such restlessness, tests and press against cracks of her sight. Webbing almost breaking with each pounding assault.

Shards pressing deep under the smiles, as tiny pieces fall along the edges.

We bask together under the warmness of the dreaming window. Hidden in each other faults. Completely subdued we are mentally enthralled. But disappointingly we must soon wake up before the cracks reach beyond our walls.

Blues

He was playing the blues. That day, I remember was normal, boarder lined boring, and ordinary. I was not living that day, only existing. The tone that played from that golden sax was accentuate from a low humming pitch to a brassy whine.

He was very good, this blues man. And I was in awe by his talent. I walked by with a small shy smile, and when he smiled back my whole world opened up and was shinning with glamour. Who ever thought hearing the blues would make me so happy.

Gray secrets

Her eyes tonight were slate gray
Two cameras that always captures my innocence
In the fleeting half a second when it becomes visible

Darkness cups gently her body as we lay
Wicked films of lust from dreams
Tentatively brush against my mind in circles

Only when gray eyes close are I to play
With the moon bleeding on my hand
My fingers moves-neck, lips, breast, nipple

The room was silent with nothing to say
Cool windows watched down with stuffed ears
As I gaze in wonder and awe at beauty so simple

Her eyes tonight were slate gray
Two cameras that always captures my evils
In the fleeing moments when its most visible

Sing

In time our heart will reunite
Until then, I blow you a kiss and sing
Let the breeze catch you ears tonight
And when I stop, this poem will open its silent wings

Flirt in a white dress

You look at her with calculation
A turning and clicking brain

Her shy smile of silly flirtation
Subconsciously become lustrous and vain

Small talk, hushed messages whispered incognito
She has lovely hands, fingers slender and pretty

A sexy pose, hips out, chest up, and pointed toes
You transform goofy, alluring, but charmingly witty

But its only a quick pass-the-time game
Small and insignificant but still playfully silly

A wink for you
my flirty little kitty
Until next time I bid thee adieu!