Blood and Skin

We all bleed the same color
and see out of the same eyes.
Our noses smell the same way,
and we all hear the same lies.

But our choices are not the same.
Our voices are not the same.

Our chances are not the same.
Our stances are not the same.

Our paths were lit by different lights;
our dreams shaped different nights.

Can we trade shoes?
Who will refuse?
Charity or perspective,
what’s your collective?

Do you see
between we
you versus me?

Taste

I stretched every distended piece of myself
trying to reach the sun.

Unthinkable fantasy,
thirsting to drink you.

I'm an alcoholic
who has never savored bourbon.

Fill my mouth,
and burn all the way down.

Happy New Year

Peculiar how one day
is supposed to wash away,

start anew,
cause review.

Amidst the search,
look at them perch!
They wait.

Celebrate!

The clock in its finest hour
doggedly marching toward power.
Without changing,

rearranging
soldiers in a line,
forever bound to time.

Stalker

Singing through creaks,
skulking through crooks,
sneaking through cracks.

Even in silence
you can't stay still.

Positively Dull

Cotton ball parade
trending shades of gray.

Softy lit
gently wet
fashion show in May.

Hope

These empty, cavernous halls
echo with the sound of laughter
that no one ever heard.

A room occupied for a moment,
fleeting
unknown,
gone.

Here, the beds are always turned down,
and cleaned with scarlet rivers.
Rinse, repeat.
Wait.

Crave

You are my cigarette.
You gave me cancer.
Sweet aroma of regret,

clings to my skin for hours.

The only cure to radiate
my soul with fear and hate.

Yet I'll always know,
deep down in my chest,

I crave you with every breath.
You are my cigarette.