The scent of your lotion clung to my arm as I took the long way home, making me think of when you playfully pressed yourself against me in a flirtatious manner. I sat there in shy silence and smiled, thinking about what to say or if I should put my arm around you in hopes … Continue reading Dead Romance at 36
The sometimes traumatic and oftentimes familiar scent of Eau De Bullshit can come out of nowhere and blindside you with a haymaker, like a fragrant bully whose only goal is to steal the change you've made during the overtime shift of your life. Dinner dates at a mutually favorite restaurant, where you're served an appetizer … Continue reading La Tigre
Strangers on the Strip exchange glances while they nightdream of Lady Luck and her fortuitous presence: A Ferrari lifestyle on a Ford budget, An escape from the rip currents of debt, Overnight love and a $50 wedding, DeSadian levels of lust. College kids pose for digital approval as the Strip continues to crack its whip, … Continue reading Neon Nightlife
Sway across the dance floor in hi top Converse and a black dress, mic in your left hand, too beautiful for my own good. Thoughts speeding through my head like criminals on the Autobahn. Make me forget all of the bullshit, the recent years of circular nothingness. Hold my hand and poke fun while I … Continue reading Hi Tops
Heavy-headed, like an anchor plummetting into the depths of the Saturday Blues. You are the sunken treasure, the wreckage in the sand. I ignore the warnings like a Sunday prayer and dive deep, drowning in the obvious.