Blackberry sunsets and willow tree wisps. Old iron bars wrapped in nightshade’s kiss. Stinging nettles hung from bleeding heart pedals. Empty-eyed specter of vine-choked abyss. I’m the herald of hemlock, your purveyor of pain. Sinking as I sleepwalk, wrapped in waves of wolfsbane. My bouquet betrays the senses, a fragrance…

Men like me are easy to love, but hard to hold. We are creatures of passion. Driven to see and do it all. To gulp from life's cup with wreckless lips and skyward jaw. Striving to fill each moment with all that is new, each breath with foreign air. We…

From the infinite, we are ripped like swollen fruit.

Your lips were loose but hardly let a word escape and your eyes evaded mine like the skittish footsteps of rabbit's feet.

She’s my sunset siren. A sweet song in the crashing waves. She’s my down south baby. Her eyes, burnt honey, her lips, two open graves. Oh, she can call me out to sea anytime. I don’t care, I’ll run, crawl, or climb. Yeah, she’s just the kind of woman, That…

Oh, sing me to sleep, carry me to coma. If you wanted my soul, well baby, I think I owe ya. The stitches that held us together fell apart at the seams, but I’ll always remember you when the blood hits the moonbeams. Yeah, When the blood hits the moonbeams. …

Intoxicating memories of youth sipped through slender glass

The existential vacuum howls, it screams, strings of drool, mouth agape.

World caving in around me like some kind of slurping black hole. Drilling deep into every flower dotted field that ever…