catastrophic winds like vagrant love.

thrash the heavens and bring the blood stained seats

of a Chevy truck to full view.

"Old Maids" sit silent in the night

against theh backdrop of hate and angst

holding on to the guilt of a time before life

found your lungs and your veins.

"I don't forgive" She says and I laugh at it all

A block over to the North I hear the howl of

a chained dog. I laugh at the irony of it all.

Shackled and chained he rages on.

Snow is falling and I shake my head

against the chill of the night air.

"I need a savior, you whore."

an unspoken prayer to the nothingness of the night.

I crack a Stella with a Bic and it's you

overwhelming and at my back

"you let me down," you say.

but youre no where to be seen.

a distant ghost in the distant clouds

It's just me and the memory of you and

a dog barking a block over...or two...

"This isn't my house," I think.

But it might as well be...

tonight i'll fall asleep in the bathroom floor

too drunk too care and too far gone to

respect your words.

i'll be cold and i'll be alone

but bitch i'll have my pride

a miniscule moment where I am me

on the cold tiles of Dogwood Trail.

"Fuck you" I say. more to myself than you.

it's been too long. too much distance

too much pain. my broken Aphrodite 

"the wall is thine..."