For the Love of Aggression

5/21/17 16:23 Chicago, IL, USA Have you ever wondered why humans know the differences between right and wrong, instilling love and compassion towards one another for thousands of years, yet still enjoy the gamey taste of violence and the scent of aggressive behavior? I for one can find myself trapped in this fascinating life dilemma….

Liquid Gold Love

4/19/17 Liquid gold love, Poured from her ruby-beet heart. Net worth more than Bill Gates, Money’s whatever, She’d rather make art. Swimming through cement layered streets, She’s a shark in the city. Daily grind on her mind, Chair of the No Fucks Given Committee. Swipe left, swipe left, till there’s no one left. She has…

Cold

Cold. Cold is the night when she holds your tender hands, kissing them with frosted tips. Cold. Cold is her heart, a marmalade of crystal ice. She sheds her cape of snow onto your shoulders, and it melted from your vice. Cold. Cold is the breath which vapors from your face. It benevolently led you…

Andromeda and Milky Way

He is the Universe My lips mouthed, As I traced the constellations of freckles on his back with my fingers; Kissing the stars and moons orbiting his heart. I watched him flutter his eyes closed, Two chartreuse wreath nebulae, As the last bit of sunlight kissed the Earth goodnight. I gazed at him falling asleep,…

The Visit

3.25.16 The city cold grasps onto the sunbeams of your exotic skin. clenching onto your teeth, tugging at the hair rooted in your mocha arms. a forced encounter with the parting season; I substitute for the coat your forgot to bring. You rest your head on the hills of my chest as I coo you…

Unexpected

04.08.16 Your lilac chest perfume departs when the sun sinks into a helpless slumber. Lavender scented sex after midnight. The moon emerges from its shadow cast Milky Earl grey traces stain the sky. Your shirt is soiled in notes of sea salt and verde crumble. As you wake your sleeping eyes, I kiss the last…

Nostalgia

02.16.16 Remember the grass? The way it would brush by your hair and look like you have key lime pie highlights. The lemon zest on your head was my decadence. You always smelled so nice. I remember the mint colored kisses the rain would place on your forehead in the summer. Twenty plucks of tulips…

Money is an Internal Organ

7.12.15 Money is an internal organ I read it in an anatomy book the other day. It is distributed amongst all vital parts of the body. It is near the liver, allowing liquor to corrode it. It is weaved into the lining of the stomach, guiding various medications and dieting pills through the digestive system….