THE GATHERING

A jukebox holds the room hostage neon’s struggle scratchy songs labor in love patrons huddle in whispers   a black checkered floor receives night traffic crumpled napkins a phone number written in red.   cracked seat cushions welcome the tired and depressed   a lone waitress slow motion hats tipped, heavy mascara leather jackets tattoos … More THE GATHERING

MY BEDROOM

Next door mumbled thoughts leak through cracked plaster into my stale air   fevered dark shades of anger rise like storms born of heat then coldly pass   blinking neon breathing lights flash to the wall soundless and dead   hidden pipes suffer with song like tenors coaxing tears out of the weak

LEANING

On or about town the luxury of disregarding depravity   As the eyes choke out the heart.   It was once a dream place a song matching every mood until tears stirred the soul awake   grasping for a rope before drowning back into the stream   of civilization with rumbling feet pointing   to … More LEANING