Tag Archives: Redemption

Ashtrays and Flirtations

Hot clean water wash away the clumsy kisses of the night before wash away the overflowing ashtrays and flirtations the growling stomach wash away the insatiable appetite for broken treaties and trespassed boundaries Morning shower wash away the man I … More

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Old Photographs

every image each picture that’s pulled from this old box is a hot knife shoved deep in my heart and twisted how could I know that every, single time I pointed the camera at you I’d be creating one more … More

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The First Time (that I fucked you)

The first time that I fucked you was in my mind entirely in my mind which was exactly as it should be for I was 12 years old and would never have known what to put where and when but … More

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Minimalism

This is what I know It’s not okay to touch me It’s not okay to touch It’s not okay It’s not okay to admit It’s not okay to admit the truth This is what I know There is a darkness … More

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Pity

He lured me in with promises of sweet Humboldt weed and cold brewskis (yes, this was the ‘70s and I was 14) and, to be fair, he lived up to that part of the bargain He just neglected to mention … More

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Don’t Go Away

You are standing right in front of me but you’re not there at least, not completely There are frustrating flashes of the person you used to be like you are hidden behind a broken fence and, for an instant you … More

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You or the Bottle

My choice was you or the bottle and, I think we both knew what I would pick It’s dark here in this room, alone and I miss you, baby and I’d give anything to have you back; anything I own, … More

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Rock ‘n’ Roll Teacher

She liked to quote Patti Smith and Richard Hell and shake her suggestive hips to the beat of “Rebel Rebel” and “All the Young Dudes” She had a Freddie Mercury prance and an Iggy Pop pout and everybody knew she … More

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Hard

Why do we spend all of our precious soft? trying to be hard talking like we’re hard dressing like we’re hard pretending to be hard moving like we’re hard acting like we’re hard writing like we’re hard living like we’re … More

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Two Minutes to Midnight

It’s two minutes to midnight Two minutes to hug your children Two minutes to kiss your lover Two minutes to live your dreams It’s two minutes to midnight Two minutes to thank your parents Two minutes to pet your doggies … More

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