Kris’s Miss

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”

Wasted Angel

Wasted Angel Wasted angelGargoyle rooftopsguardiansSee the cummingOfSinister Samdressed inshadowsarmed with     switch blade                  Talents He can carve his Name Into anybody’s soul All aboardLast reproachHeremains aloneIn a distant           Dusty seat Of the LastScheduledPassenger cartheL trainSlowly rollsaway… Three stops laterAt precisely 12:05am(the dicks would later call in) BrandishingHis knife-edgedneon IntentExposes her breast In Full form In publicContinue reading “Wasted Angel”

Third Rail Lines

.Finding her way back to purgatory Aboard the L train Somewhere between Eighth Avenue andChelsea street Raindrops and decaying buildings blur together in High speed motionpicture silence through fingerprint markings of cold public transportation windows Lost in the memories of yesterday’s from Rockaway Parkway and Coney IslandShe had once surrendered to his limp waxen style…Continue reading “Third Rail Lines”

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