Feels

I don't want to listen to music.
Not with my ears.
I want to feel it.

I want to feel the sting
of my eardrums being tanned
like leather
by the constant heat of sound.

I want my joints to rattle
in their sockets.
I want my blood to glow with soulful radiance
as it pumps through my veins

I want lightning
to find it's path down my nerves,
numbing my fingers and toes.

I want to lose my thoughts
in a crowd of sound
and drift helplessly
in the rhythmic waves of noise.

I want to feel the steady ache
of my brain pounded raw
by looming bass
and wave after acidic wave
of piercing verse.

I want my heart to synch
with steady beat
and my vision to blur
with jarring volume.

I want to feel music.

I want to feel nothing but music.

a moment

For a moment something in the air smelled like you.

For a moment I missed you.

Just for a moment

How to ruin an entire day

"Kiss me," you said.

"Where?" I asked.

"Where do you think?" You replied.

So I kissed you.

And then I woke up.

One by one

On New Years Eve

There are those who walk

One by one.

Black spots

Under streetlights.

Fists stuffed

In coat pockets.

Cotton puffs

Of hot breath

Glowing in the night.

Hair salted

With innocent snow.


On New Years Eve

There are those who walk

One by one.

Happy fucking New Years everybody.