Talk me

#3 Talk me

Can’t lose
her grip,
smash my
lips, I
assure
you of your immortality.
Column of smoke
existential
very old
thicker than texts,
proud and dark.
Tastes similar,
talks lonelier,
burning conversation.
Finish your drink.

Hide my violet

Abandon Now (Series)

December 8, 2012

#1 Hide my violet

Come closer to the fiction
of mosquito bites
keeping you alive in the blood.
Wrinkled and grey,
tormented by the staircase that
vanishes upwards,
nowhere but the smoke of centuries,
bundled up and hurried
denying an eye,
forcing an answer
as the lips bled, ran dry.
Meeting the corner of the roof,
black and certain,
cunning of the smoke that
hides my violet from me.