black finger tips/ brown eyed savage woman smacking her lips like today was our last chance/ she stared right through me then proceeded shutting her eyes like i gave a damn/ it’s a shame that the lights are designed like this/ feeling like a movie when walls go on forever and never end/ i surrendered myself regretting every moment of it/ walked outside/ bright shades of sunlight blind my eyes along with the cigarette smoke that smelled like 2005/ juvenile dreams pillow talk and white satin sheets that cloak me/ sometimes super heroes anger me with their confidence parading around in capes in all molds and shapes/ sizes and colors don’t mean much to me as long as the sky is as clear as my mind is at most times/ time is of the essence/ yes/ i still haven’t forgotten/ my train of thought was almost taken over by a robber that has no remorse for anything he’s done/ take out everyone/ one by one/ honestly its not like there was anyone was left/ every sleeper-car was abandoned way before he had come/ energy never meant as much to me as it did back then/ snorting it all in/ together with me friends/ i looked outside and red lights/ those that frighten and contain/ running back i screamed/ throw it all away/ went back outside with my hands in the air/ later to learn that a family of five had just burned/ they were walking by then they saw them/ pulling curtains down to the floor/ seeing the faces they would never look past/ did nothing/ the energy had them/ 


Suspicions:Reassurance

where are you going/ she said so loud and so clear with her hand over her mouth as if she was in a state of shock/ i just need me/ you say as if time were gonna stand still and everything would be forgotten/ at the blink of her mascara batted eye lash/ take this bat to the bush and target it because there really is no way around it/ let the rain fall as it may/ june will soon come around and dry it all up anyway/ or hold your your breath for as long as it takes for you to fall like the rain should/ would it hurt any less/  bow your head because the tide is coming and august isn’t here yet/ smoke your last cigarette before we all get wet/ before your money’s gone and before you leave again/ her chipped painted black fingers ran down her throat leaving dry white lines like the night before/ she never goes where she says she will/ the will power you have is amazing/ where are you going/ she asked again/ as you got in your car when you already took a ten year trip in your mind/ mind your business/ you say pulling off the visor to follow you everywhere/ the shade is a comfort. this shade of blue is more quiet than the red on her lips/ they stick to the glass mirror is had always wished was me/ until the glass broke later to learn that glass already was me/ i reflect every piece of you/ i reflect every piece of you/ erase my memory and glue me back so we can see every gateway and how badly i have cracked/ not only you but every one i’ve met has tried but broke off another piece/ mothers/ father/ sons/ daughters have more in common than they care to know/  show me your insides darling/ display them down below the floor/ wooden tiles/ fake. plastic trees look so fake in real life and so real when perfectly painted on a canvas that holds a picture of someone so closely loved/ hidden behind the old wooden stereo like a forgotten d.j./ rest your eyes because this is call/ the ghost

American Visitor