Down Through

Sometimes I lay here outlining an imprint on the pillow.
Wishing you here with me.
You would read books to me.
Wearing your glasses.
Press me a kiss.
Till I take the book away.
Make you forget what you were saying.
With forceful laps.

It's been days since I have heard from you.
This is what I get to think about.
Through winds and cycles of me and you.
17 years in the making.
As always been.
Me over here... you over there.
Chicago blues.

Everything But the Rope

Untitled Idea

Just a Thought

What is Affecting

You sit on one side of the room
I sit on the other side of the room
You got your hands deep in the existing static
My hands folded under the knees and my mind racing
Now and then put on pause

The mind flashes me a card
Then takes it away
I am baited for more and have become the master
Of waiting
For more

Some Things Just Stick Out in Your Mind

It's So Easy

It's so plain and obvious
The desire and intrigue of you laced with powder
Like a open book

Pins in and on the stomach like sacrifice
Evidence caked under the finger nail
Hands behind the back and remnants of
Something full in my mouth and planted seed