Underground Heavy Breath

She couldn’t avoid the mess of the subway,
Its piss fragrance and dirty skin
Was unpredictable at best,
But twenty four hour none the less.
The stench got into her throat some days
Even when she thought to avoid it,
By walking the surface,
A grating nearby would exhale
The underground’s oil and heavy smoke
With every passing shriek of a full engine.

Cat and Dog

I drank your shitty whiskey
You called me names.
I ran to the door
With shotguns at my feet.
You slammed it hard,
You think I want more.
“Baby, baby, you’re not going nowhere.”

“Baby,” I snarl,
Feral cat in a cage
“You think I don’t know?”

I hit your chest hard
You snatch my wrists
I bite you
You curse me
“Little bitch.”

I spit at you.
“Wanna fight?”

You laugh so hard
You cough your
Muddy menthol cigarette lungs
Hoarse

I snatch the keys
And run out the door,
Whacking day-feet
On midnight wooden steps

Dusty drive kicks up seven ways
You sprawl against the open car door

“Baby, baby, this ain’t how it ends.”
You drawl.

“Baby, I ain’t ending.”
Slamming the door
I make rotten mince of your fingers

You howl to the moon
Like the dog you are

“Tell her to check herself,”
I call out the window,
“Dirty shit carries disease
No matter where it lies.”
I push the pedal
And screech at the moon
As the car belly growls forward.

Feral cat free

Typical Trip

“Hey Buddy,” A voice swam at me
From beyond my carousel.
“Where you at?” It asked
In sounds akin to cadence,
Taking on the swimming beats
Surrounding us.
The hopping part of my forebrain
Kept steady jolting rhythm
While another part behind it
Considered the question.
Fighting through the heavy
Rainbow fog
It gave me a response,
Any response.
“Mellow as fuck man,”
I growled
“Mellow. As. Fuck.”

Lies For Love

Tremendous lies
Build the foundation
For our greatest loves.
Truth is overrated
For it is merely opinion
Not fact.
Let us burn the records
And flame the sword,
Cut the pretence.
Let us be everything
We were born to be;
Spiders capturing food
Within our deceptive webs.

Who wants reality?

Not I said the fly