Poems from Literally Satan
the platinum aorta
is the molten shining core
of the shimmering star babe I love.
wrapped in tarnished silver foil
speckled with stars and...
sweet, salty, soothing, serene
what does the passing of time mean?
fluttering, flying, fleeting flow
if it’s moving, where does it go?...
Grey is a wolf
Or a grey fox
Grey is the duct tape
Over a box
Grey is cloudy
Grey is rain
Grey is the color
Of your brain
Grey is a...
I love gas stations.
To see another gas station
Another rest stop, a run-down diner
Another cluster of glowing signs
Flickering away in...
ain’t nothing in the world like the rain serenading me on the rooftops,
tap dancing in the streets,
the raindrops dancing on the windows...