I am a haunted house
shadows of men live inside me
and play Russian roulette with my dreams
Month: May 2017
Slow Down The Bullet Train
inside a crowded station
the city plays the stray piano
to exploding trains
We Do It For The Thrill
the night is for thrill seekers, for superheroes and poets; only the morning is for the truly brave.
Winterscape
my life is a winterscape
that which remains is disturbingly strong
and that which ceases is beautifully dead
Falling From the Spiral Staircase
Give me the cracked porcelain of your bones, the torn paper of your flesh-
I string tightropes from your brokenness
and walk across them fearlessly
Devil’s Hour
wandering among the ruins of 3 A.M.
talking to echoes
longing to be beautifully disturbed by ghosts
