In the sticky heat of a midnight confession booth where the whiskey's hour clings to my roots and the preacher don’t ask no questions, just slides me a cigarette through the grate,and ask me. "No regrets?" There's a bullet hole...

The stool sighs under my deadweight cheer, A drunken moon stuck to the veneer. The neon hums like a pissed-off fly... Ah, well. Pass us a tin, will ya, Bill?Bill slides a tin—condensation sweats— the kind that forgives a...

I was a skeptic,a Thomas with doubtfingers rubbing the scars of my own disbelief,thinking breath alone could not unravel my pain.How foolish I,with my sharp, cynical mind,believing only the white pillswould loosen the darkness inside me.I still swallow them,those...

wicked thoughts assault my covetyou are in deep with memy mind closes and my eyes openromantic intent cross examins my sexwhen I stand my ground in denialcommiting sexual purgerythe jury is out reviewing the porn of you and I...

intimate feeling you and me connectingthen fickle love fades and you break my trustwith a vengeance I come at youwe end up in bed fuckingit turns you on to see me so protectivejust as fragile as a flame in...