It was the blue. The eyes. The sky. The twilight. My name was on a ceiling, A mark left behind To be a speck of history Remembered. Bras were hanging from the ceiling Laughter, drunk, tired. What was the point if it All went up in smoke Washed away by time. His lips on my neck, exciting at first Then his tongue on mine It had felt wrong. The disgraceful taste of First the jaeger, then the mouthwash Mixed between my teeth and spat out. Deep down, I must have felt The cold judg

[Wow... it's been a while since I've last published anything here. Life happened, I guess. This is me trying to get my creative juices flowing again. Trying prose poetry and possibly failing but here we go.] I need you. I know it's stupid. I know it's dumb. That was a dumb way to start. But I need you To bring me back to myself Like the sun brings the warmth Back into the hearts of Lovers and the lost. That's what I am, Lost... and loving. Maybe it's ridiculous. Stupid in so

Spare me the apathy. Get on a boat and follow me deep down, deeper and deeper until we find waters of the Underworld.

Yet another late forgotten night. Not a November one, but the emptiness persists...