Woods

Midnight and felt like the sun was around the corner. Trying to beat the rays through my blinds while I thought of you. There was no traveling going to save the heel. As I curled my toes in pain, your face floated to me. I wanted nothing more than to run through the woods to you. No one told me that they had burnt down. I choked as I spoke your name out loud. Done coughing I squeeze my ribs and wonder.

Genessee

The chain for the neon Genessee sign is pulled and my set is just beginning to play. I need to walk across the stained floor. I hear the door being pulled closed and bolted as I brace for the night air. I can't move though. I could feel my beard growing as my nails dug into the bar. As I pulled myself up the bartender called me Jim and asked if I wanted one for the road. I could enjoy my set if I ignored the mopping.

14 blocks

The frost was quickening my pulse. I had impulsively ran out the door with out enough on. The cold was like steel hitting me. I had gone fourteen blocks before I realized I was chasing a dream I had already woke up from. I didn't like the reality of the situation and wished I was still a sleep. There was nothing left to do as I contemplated my own punishment. It would come slowly, but it would surely come. I gritted my teeth and headed back.

Too tired to do anything but write. Too tired to make the right choices. My voice will crackle against the tired paper. I will pant and cuss before I fall. You will imagine what I am going to say next. You will be right. I should stop wasting your time.

ER

His hands were steady as he pulled another knot tight on my cheek. I felt a drop of blood fall as he tightend it. The shot, the booze, my hard headedness, took the pain out of it. Just one more interuption in an otherwise good night of drinking. The ER had taken way too long. I was ready to leave a long time ago. I let others convince me that this was the best option. Must stop bleeding! I was not going to bleed to death. They were afraid my scar was going to be too much. I was missing the moan of the street and couldn't think of charisma lost. The nurse dabbed my face with what smelt like an iodine soaked gauze. My belly rumbled for a hambuger as my loins screamed out for pussy. It was something about laying there some what in others control that sent my mind scittering. I really did want a burger. I really did need a woman. Being inert opened the neediest chanels. I could move but was not allowed to. I found I was hungry for the most basic of needs. My friend took me around the corner to a Greek diner and insisted we have a burger. He was old fashion in the sense that if you loose blood you must eat meat. We did just that. I would have never escaped his kindness if I hadn't slipped out to the street while he was washing his hands. The cool sunny air kissed me good morning and whispered promises of complete healing.

whisper

The sun rose, the sun set. What I saw would stagger most. If I knew how to apologize for beauty I would, I don't. Staggering to find my feet, struggling for breath, I wonder if what I saw was true. No such beauty could be marked with paint and brush, no such stride could be replicated. The whisper, the moan, the kiss, the neck, leaves me feeling naked. Let me whisper once in that ear and I am sure I will make a fool of myself.

brutish

To unfold thoughts on such a beauty would be brutish.Hard handed and coarse I walk by. The heart stings as each step rings. To breathe, to whisper, it is much more difficult. Truth fumbles on lips. Sun sets on your golden hair.My whisper is swept away.The kiss is stolen by the forgotten wind.