A couple poems
by: me

Something old...

cold air clings to me in spite of the effort
a tear threatens to tarnish my flushed cheek
all i can breathe is the emptyness
i think of you and my sanity creeps back
your voice clear and perfect in my ear, probing my soul
with you I am vulnerable yet I dare not concede
i love you until the end
how will i breath without you

Something more recent...

film smeared silhouette
a purple wasted aesthetic
absurd rhythm creates a balance of empty shards
a black smoking canvas
to mount his latex masterpiece
surreal and angry
metaphor made junk
like live screams for usefull druging
a mess to free angels from drunken pictures
stolen souls piled to the ceiling

imagine his absance
that repairs the broken harmony