Big Crunch

I can feel the world getting smaller,
Curling down, hurling down,
Contracting, soft horror,
Infinity brought low, to the ground,
To a face, a crown,
To a bed, an altar.

Mexico Will Pay for the Wall

Purple dress swaying
                                  Hands across a tan shaft
Black tank top jiggling
                                  Thrusting and shaking

Alcohol drenched thought patterns
Turn flatter, splatter
drip drop scattered and
battered, slopping
plopping
repeating, popping
never stopping:

Nothing matters.

                                 She sighs and moans
                                 Daemon summed by demon
                                                                              Just like you used to
Dick pressed into red blouse
Visions of Metro Mouse
Hands against bare skin
Straight on lesbian sin
                                  She checks her phone.

The District is cold and dark;
A park brings me home along
Florida Avenue to M Street.
                                     Naked and unalone she sleeps.

Relapsing Collapse

The addicts' depression was lifted
By focus on his life's work
By running in the morning
By eating good food
By sleeping early at night.

He escaped Death
    The self-tying Knot.

Adrenaline cleanly pumping
Through a recovering heart
Made him a dancing boy.

His eyes see the shape of everything;
His pupils are dilated
     But there is not light.

Accidental ingestion! Accidental inhalation!
Accidental annihilation!

This is how love comes