Taste of Attention

The taste of attention,
So shallow, so sweet
Like nectar derived from a tropical tree.

The taste of attention,
So bitter and raw,
A mysterious bite, makes you high as you fall.

The taste of attention,
So old, but so new
So engaging and tantalizing

If only from you.

Let It Age

SHE TOLD ME NOT TO RUSH IT
SO HERE I'LL TAKE MY TIME
LET IT AGE,
PICK IT APART,
LIKE MY THOUGHTS ON CHEAP WINE

Easter

Once in a distant lifetime
Weekends like this,
Meant more
Than just some "time off"

Wings.

Eyes open,
Spirit crawling out of its comfortable cage,
It once believed to be a nest.

Jumping,
And instantly
She
Had
Wings.

Refrain

And you said...
But that never really mattered anyway.

Just like my words,
As they disappear.
Lost in thin air.

My heart aches,
For what I know,
Because the truth is in my pain
And how I feel...

Yet I still refrain.

Alone.
Again.
In this damn bed.

Whiskey Soaked Lips

LA lights, never shine quite as bright as in the movies. 

But something about this dimly lit alleyway, has got me twisted,

In a way.

And we're trying to fight the morning light,
Whiskey soaked lips & lipstick stained nights.

But what are we waiting for?

The sun to rise? 

As our grip tightens on the moon.

Laughter flows freely,
Almost as freely as the booze,
And our conversation.

Twenty Five Cents

Cheap coffee,
Maybe for you cheap cigarettes.
Cheap perfume
And cheap whiskey.

But it's the simple things
Like Cheap love
Cheap sex
Cheap "maybes"


What's love, but twenty five cents?