You try to buy my silence with kisses,cramming our secrets into parted,pretty,plump lips with a tongue that has grown so used to telling lies.You never lie to anyone but me,so I’ve started to see your dishonesty as something special. The lie is that I am going to be okay.I know it’s over.Not us, of course,but…

I’m looking at my sweet little serial killer,gunshot kisses up and down her jaw.I tell myself that I can change her,but in truth,I love the danger of crossing enemy lines to be satisfied by hands that have different values to mine,and I’m dying not to keep it to myself,because the way she makes me feel…

I smoked cigarettes on the horizon that could be seen from the Vatican.God watched,his trembling hands heaving with pills,my shimmering stare shook with the coming cascade. It was the kind of day that would drift into a distant memory,pinned down by my pen,but nothing to write home about.I was just watching the time tick by…