lost loving loneliness
living a lame life
perceiving a pedestal
of pure poison.
pitiful...
my falling is predictable
I trip when lips are licked
lust slips like banana peel
my mind is busted at
my heart's ground zero.
I’ve yet to find my wonder -
women don't make great heroes.
I have everything to fear
though, ears don't hear
they watch every move.

every time I try
it's a recession.

nothing goes up,
until it rains & i drown,
brows down
no sound
my Beethoven.
playing around
mirrors watching
camera's click
clack I’m shot
in the wrong.

caught,
my thought fought
the last breath.
knocked by
cupids twisted arrow,
this time it's un-supernatural.
until my heart beats,
i bleed to death -
all alone, myself.