Kris Miss Something about junkiesNew York city sleazethe hands of clap, murder wrap, electric razor bleeds I seen you reflecting neoncigarette burns on your wristscity grime in your auburn wig, bruises on your knees Let’s celebrate the city that never sleeps24 hour opportunitycocaine flowing freely Take a BIG Bite from the Big Apple, yellow trailsContinue reading “Kris’s Miss”
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Fire and Ice
Fire and Ice When you allow part of you to die, a new part of you comes to life. The result of the alchemical action is depending on the observer, is charged with positive or negative ions upon the result of the Phoenix’ soul. To read into ones actions is a mirror reflection of yourContinue reading “Fire and Ice”
Candy
Candy The Lower East Side clothed himConcreteBathed his soulHe dropped candylike Jesus gave away fishHe takes not saves souls This Fat Cat Groovy GroomerSpread out Fifty dollar thunderclouds like peacock feathersReeling in and stealingSixteen year old hookersJailbait on crackdrugstore prostitutesfedfrom his gaudeOver jeweledprimate hands A real Mr. East RiverBig BIG SmileOversized teeth andLIPSHis breath wreakingContinue reading “Candy”
Wood Cellar Vinyl
Afternoon Sun .The afternoon sunBeats down on allthat are exposed sittin’ on Brighton LineSlowly descendingThen silently disappearingmotionless beyond our visceral cognitive perceptionThis dirty City Skylinepaints murals of abandoned hope here we raise pigeons as cabbage we exchange dreams for sexual favours. Holly still haunted by her absences of yesterday this callhome Huddled in doorwaysThe shadowsContinue reading “Wood Cellar Vinyl”
Her
I think she was a former addict, a prostitute, as well as a local barfly….. Somehow Somewhere, She lost the precious rose. Long ago with the stolen spark of kindergarten eyes. Up and down these cold and dirty streets, more victim than martyr shot up with track mark abuse. Her pockmarked scars screamed “I amContinue reading “Her”
The House of Raven 🐦⬛ 