Roma Colosseo Shot Glass (In 1st Person)
I didn’t live in Rome to watch the tourists pass by.
I stood there, a model for the world to adore.
My slender body, oh, with such curves.
My golden lips, my make-up turning heads.
Distilled Between 4: 57 A.M. And 5: 15 A.M
it's sometime in the morning, between
blue and black - the sun isn't up, but the sky
almost lies and says so. Happy Days
Seneca, My Existential Detective
you're sleeping with ghosts and kissing
your pillow. lifing one finger to signal,
dear, Seneca for just one more round.
Maybe Love Will Be Like Driving
trite, cliche, (add in
anything you'd like here) , '
Odessa, Texas: Where Death Vacations
i spent a week in Odessa. a Motel One room
visited by a depressed cocaine addict.
she told stories of her kids, while we lay
undressed searching for cigarettes on the floor.