aka, The Abject Muse

Category: Poetry

  • The Empty Side

    The Empty Side

    When I wake up… Instinctively, I reach for you and find the empty side of the bed. A flood of anguish in a raging sea of perpetual loneliness.

  • With/Without

    With/Without

    I cannot imagine a world without your inescapable, reckless charm. Without a doubt, my finest hour was all about you and being part of your life; a dangerous secret — knowing all too well that we existed only in my mind. If only “we” could have had a chance before you fell in love with…

  • Smooth Gravel

    Smooth Gravel

    your old pick-up lines flow velvet-warm like good scotch from a cheap bottle.

  • Delicious Burn

    Delicious Burn

    A sudden captivation: eyes locking overdirty martinis. Two reckless heartsin a sublime tango —like moths to a flame.

  • The ‘pause

    The ‘pause

    Slow, sweat-nasty burn. Nothin’ sexy here, Bozo. It’s Menopause, yeah? Back away real slow. Don’t make no sudden movements — nobody’ll get hurt.