When Darkness Lingers

When the darkness still lingers over the rooftops of the old houses, I can cover the entire sun with my hand. I feel happily empty and powerful knowing that I can erase all the light from my word, even when it so eagerly insists on reaching through to my heart. The little rays of warmth…

Inconsequential

The night was monumentally quiet I suspect most beginnings are, I was looking out my bedroom window, Smoking a cigarette and looking at the stars, Trying to be beautifully mysterious, And you came to my window like I’d called, Backlit by the moon so I couldn’t see, See all your secrets and your intentions, You’re…