Description (abstract painting)

The ink seeps into the crevices of the canvas

Bleeds into the watercolors of blues

Words once written,

Now blurred

And we are left with a mess of

meaningless mixed medias

Splittings

and when he looks out the window each morning,
he will see gray sky scrapers that block direct sunlight
from seeping through the room.
looks at the blank stares from souls draped in coats
on daily subway rides,
spilling coffee from tripping on cracked sidewalks.

day
after
day.

They danced once.
the room was hot and muggy;
August air.
smiling, wine-stained lips.
they laughed
and wrapped each other in their arms
tightly,
holding on to the night.

she sits in Jersey traffic smiling mildly to the man
collecting her toll.
morning weather reports play on her radio,
windows frosted.
exploring new routes,
giving a new face a buck fifty for her coffee.
her shoes are worn out and she will never slip on icy streets.

day
after
day.

haiku

a night of regrets
followed by the awkward sun
rising to greet fools

slender fingers grip the
wheel
the car
glides toward the horizon
clouds slowly, peel back
like curtains
and the white world cracks open
wide-eyed and blind
she reaches out and
grabs it.

Night skies loom above
wearing the stars
draped as elegant gems
and she layed underneath the moon
her skin glowing
cast in antique silver

Sun-kissed bliss

she was wide-eyed and wild haired
danced on paint splattered floors
loved dusty old books
sang to untuned guitars until the neightbors complained
she was poetic
drank red wine and whiskey from coffee mugs
smoked camel no 9s
played an old shitty flute
she laughed
and she didnt give a fuck

she wonders,
swollen-eyed and straight-haired,
passionately
when she'll return

Flashes of street lights
Crash
Shattered glass
Beats heart beats heart beats
Blood flows
Underneath skin
Unseen

Black and blues
Punctured wounds
Rashes and scabs

I want to shed it all off
I want new skin

Pink and delicate
Soft and pure

Like an infant

Sky turns pink
early evening
As the raw wind blows the curtains in my room.
old photographs of spring time
Fall off the shelf
And I grab hold
As birds from distant skies
Fly
Toward my window.

either shine or set

days, they dance into
one another
the nights
swirl
sultry summers sway away
the trees, now a golden explosion
autumn leaves, confetti-like

and all the cigarettes smoked
and all the wine drunk
and all the music played
and all the spoken word

and all the wide-eyed tomorrows

Contemplation

in a building that's filled with info and knowledge, i am left feeling like a shriveled, dried sponge. i lag. each day here gets bleaker and bleaker. i desire bigger buildings, enormous knowledge, growth.

was it the Maker's Mark?
was it the wine?
they say you shouldn't mix,
but i don't listen.
i never listen.
was it the air?
raw, Philly air
or the way the city lights shined
on the icy pavement
or the way my trench coat draped
over my body?
it certainly wasn't her fuzzy hat
i drunkenly threw over my head,
hiding my wild, jet black hair-
that would be silly.
was it the drunk flush in my
cheeks
or the way i bragged about
all the books i read
to an uninterested guy
on the couch;
the same couch i later fell into?
maybe
it was when you looked
straight into my dark eyes.

i just don't know.

i do know there was a moment-

when the wind blew cold
and your fingers ran through my hair
your wine stained lips
touched mine

and nothing else really mattered.

hangover,
breakfast sandwich,
Barry Manilow

jukebox blasting classic rock
dancin'
drunken chatter and laughs

it doesn't matter if we
hardly hear
each other's
whiskey scented words

baby,
it's our eyes that are doin'
all the talkin'

those lonely Brunz nights

the record stops playin'
candle lights fade
just a drop of wine
in the bottle

i take
one last drag of my cigarette
stretch out across the floor
and the stillness
of the room
slowly seeps in

waiting waiting wanting waiting

a tweet

wine drunk face flush

Some people swim gracefully through the calm waves
while I wade
awkwardly
each thread of the wet hairs on my head intertwine
and all the beautiful curls I desperately try to hide
finally shine
boldly
like the mid-summer sun