Haunted… She And He

She bleeds.
Cardigan sweater green.
Shot gun chin.
never too late for
“not again.”

Sun burnt scars
Bullet proof stars.
Smells of sin and
gin again.

Dead veins, in hope
Shallow and vain.
Tin foil squares mark the day.
Sold, swollen but not alone.

Together. She and he.
Bored, broken and haunted.
No lies.
No shame.
No hope.
Just love in the dark and holding hands.

© Carlson, 2015


Her Stars

I’ll be sitting here drunk
but beautiful.
Catch me while Im in love again
but truthful.

Sell me all your luck,
and I’ll shoot you full of lies
Don’t you want it all
Tell me all you want.

I only have one heart to give
Forever always falls
from the skies.
Can I have another drink? She said.

Full of fairy tales and gin.
She tossles her hair but
frowns again.
Never always wins…

She said…

© Carlson, 2015

Gentle into the Goodnight

The alter it splits
The Cantankerous spit
From those unthankable Gods.
Chipped and Stripped, the colorful shifts
She cries and says goodbye.

Its cold when it hits;
The solemn call from the Devine.
All she’s left with is the warmth of her broken black wings.
Her sad wings…
Wings that have always carried her…Alone.

Gifts from the crooked host; the ones thought to have been tossed and lost, were never forgotten but treasured by her.
Hope is for the fallen who have already lost. Forgiven sins…
Doesn’t exist. All thats left is love,
Power and Drugs.

Her ghost weeps with a whisper.
The flames give a flicker, as she watches the smoke give thanks to the unflankable sky.
Her heart breaks gently. Then aches into the gentle goodnight.

© Carlson, 2015