Hatterhis eyes glowed of sexual perversionswomen sprawled over his chest like leechesaromas of old cigars and foreign teas latched onto the floor rugs strewn arbitrarily across uneven gravelunusual salutations embraced mecasual greetings were to be followed by auburn liquidsshallow basins on thin saucersraised eyebrows, gaudy laughterglowing signs above obscure exits and nonexistent entrancesconfusion sagged along fluorescent cushionsnauseating repetition with never ending choruses red pigments in pink stained lipsuneasy emotions slapped onto screens for all to seeHatter, he wasLost, I wasSliding the drapes off my thighs, I walked away from my dreamswith a shrug of the shoulders.
PandemoniumPandemoniumGarnished walls overlooking a coffee-stained bedroomEyes glazed over with tearsHer earphones dangled from ironed pocketsScratching the chipped sidewalk with each feeble stepA thin sheath of glass wouldnt stop me Music throbbed from somewhere insideUnnecessary.Transparent strands of hair draped across a curved postureThick streaks of liner around swollen eyesA clenched hand around a vintage photographThe trees drifted near swaying cloudsShoelaces sang as birds hungA car door glowed as the sun closed.
Playground LoveWith words drooling from underneath your lips,your eyes met the gaze of my breathconstantly reappearing with every exhale.Loud murmurs echoed in caves of torn decisions.An unsureness rippled through my eyes,pools of constant reminders.Your stance swayed toward me,a strand of silver hair twisted between your fingerstoying with my expectations, your reality.The adjoined ear buds, linked by the white threadlazily wrapped around my arm,now shielded by yours.The music loomed nearby, drowning away distant interruptionsas you fidgeted with my fog-stained glasses,now descending towards feet,mirrored by fluorescent painted nailsscreaming disclaimers. The taste of faux bubblegum lips pressed against a gentle crevice clashed with the raptures heard throughout the playground atmosphere.
Deja VuThe laughter spilled across the coarse sandAs a steady ocean breeze swept through the release of a kiss.The water splashed beneath the sounds of a radio,Seeping music and staining the towel stretched unevenly towards a burning light.A clash of digital reminders and radiating glass,Some morning after,Surrounding a depleting candleStruggling to claim that last breath of smoke.Impregnable layers of coffee beans andBubbles loosely scattered across a basin, lined withIncense driven thoughts incapable of proceeding with the release of aKiss.