Ghost Story: Part Three

Utterly deflated - I need new life. So I put a record on.
I shimmy my bones to the record playing. Close my eyes and feel it fill out my hips, my ass, my soul. Dance real slow. A cold beer in one, numb hand. A clove cigarette in the other. Slink around the apartment. Pause in the bathroom to tap the ashes into the sink and glare at myself in the mirror.

Swamp Thing

Born from the swamp, out of the sludge and mire.

She is radiant - glowing with something beautiful but menacing.

Another Work in Progress

Who is in the details...???

The Shut-In

In my room:
two rotary phones,
no dial tones.
All connections are severed.
I have no leverage,
no blackmail, no chainmail,
no links whatsoever.
The rain falls in cold, solid bars outside of my window.
Beside my bed:
a jar full of keys,
of mysteries,
to doors left open or kept shut,
that can't be bribed
from their hinges, or their convictions
about lost loves.

Dead or Alive

The last thing that you need
is the first thing that you get
And baby you need me like
you need a hole in the head
And I wantchawantchawantchwantcha alive
But I'll takeyatakeyatakeyatakeya dead
I've got two eightballs for my eyes
but you still seem so surprised
that I gotchagotchagotchagotcha alive
Then I knockyaknockyaknockyaknockya dead

Sublimations: The First Layer