Category Archives: Muse

My tomorrow (part 2)

She gets up and walks towards the window.  She grabs her scarf from the chair and drapes it around herself.  The way the morning light reflects off of her naked body is poetic.  I follow her to the window, and I

My tomorrow (part 2)

She gets up and walks towards the window.  She grabs her scarf from the chair and drapes it around herself.  The way the morning light reflects off of her naked body is poetic.  I follow her to the window, and I

Aphrodite

I have two fingers in your mouth And you tell me to pull the trigger You’re up against the glass And you’re far from shy You lick my two fingers Tempting fate It was cold, dark, and tomorrow

Aphrodite

I have two fingers in your mouth And you tell me to pull the trigger You’re up against the glass And you’re far from shy You lick my two fingers Tempting fate It was cold, dark, and tomorrow

My tomorrow (part 1)

I see white.  A towel.  No.  A bathrobe, and you’re wrapped in it.  Sitting in the middle of the bed.  Your legs are crossed.  I’m sitting across from you.  We’re at the center of the room.  There’s a tv behind

My tomorrow (part 1)

I see white.  A towel.  No.  A bathrobe, and you’re wrapped in it.  Sitting in the middle of the bed.  Your legs are crossed.  I’m sitting across from you.  We’re at the center of the room.  There’s a tv behind

Whom do I have to call my own?

Bukowski had his hookers Fitzgerald had Zelda And Zelda had Fitzgerald Poe had his Annabel Lee Picasso had Fernande While Hemingway was with his Paris wife Foer and Krauss had each other And the other Dante had Lizzie Siddal But

Whom do I have to call my own?

Bukowski had his hookers Fitzgerald had Zelda And Zelda had Fitzgerald Poe had his Annabel Lee Picasso had Fernande While Hemingway was with his Paris wife Foer and Krauss had each other And the other Dante had Lizzie Siddal But