Under The Influence
She was the one
For whom I penned
Dozens of poems
Each one so drunk
You could smell the beer
Rising from its words
She wrote after we split
Letters proclaiming love
That might as well be lies
For she cheated on all
Till no one was left
But the bartender of death
Now she appears
In my dreams sometimes
From which I wake
Expecting to find her
Still calling my name
In the alcoholic night
Empty Well
She cried for the one
That made her the star
In the pornographic film
On the screen of his heart
And she cried for the one
That swallowed her whole
But grew tired of her taste
And spit her back out
And she cried for the one
That preferred the cheap
touch
Of dolls he could discard
Without feeling remorse
Till she shed no more tears
For shed learned that the
ones
With the bottomless eyes
Shed no tears for her
Light In The Darkness
At first I thought
It was a stab of lightning
Knifing down
From an angry sky
But as I got closer
It diminished to a house
Engulfed in wild flames
That it kindled itself
Then as I approached
It became a campfire
Where shadowy strangers
Sat warming their hands
Until I discovered
It was but a candle
Illuminating the face
Of a solitary man