Penning
Now be less... 'diary'
and more storage - y
of prompts - ideas shine
if executed ideally.
if doubted -
I can be easily removed
not credited, associated
out of desperation.
Summit
Between her fingers rests
a smudged
butted cigarette
looking into the crater lined
with the city scape.
here she just knows
here everything is,
not disorientated with
sticky solid ground.
legs dangling off the edge
resting on an old trench
lost in pinky nail cars
hurriedly going about the city's
business -
her nose twists.
cogs in the clock.
she laughs at her metaphor
and takes a drag.
Third Date
Meat ripped, savaged
skin and cartilage
trapped deep between his fingers
almost webbed
lifted up to greased lips
moisture drawn from tongue
you enter his nostrils
what a disturbance!
your silhouette passes
through, circulates
his drunken brain
and exits through a snarl
and
you
sink.
