Spinning Bottles

I’ll spill my deepest secrets

Flaunt my fragrance down your throat and choke out your cravings

Let my golden river crawl down your skin so slowly and numb you down like novacaine

Silky slumber coats your veins, blood thinning as I intervene

Warm bodies breed warm bodies and I’ll cradle you, steady, in my eager arms

Hollow you out, fill you with myself until you spill over in a concoction of bold truth

Empty soul in the end, like the bottom of a bottle 


Straight From the Bottle

Stick with me and you’ll never be lonely again
I’ll give you the confidence for any situation
Did you catch that scowl?
Yeah, good job, go clean your knuckles
A slick tongue makes for quick results, but a short temper spurs quicker fists
Trust me honey, my honesty is bold but no less than true
Who needs them when you’ve got me
Look out for that pole
See, I’ve got your back now and a million times over
Cast your frets to the side along with your doubts
Let’s keep this going, we’ve nothing but time
One life to live, right?
Bathroom break
You’re not looking so good
Use me as a distraction, you won’t be dizzy for long
See that stool? Go on, have a seat
It’s starting to get late now, do you know which way is home?
That’s okay honey, you can just sleep where you are
Don’t fight it
I’ll be right where you left me when you awaken

Amidst The Night

Pardon me,
I hate to be the one to rouse you from your slumber,
but do rise,
for He comes hastily with much chaos to spread;
Come hither now sweet child, no time for fear or shuffling feet,
We must ascend towards the attic’s arms,
our breathing softer than goose down,
Listen as He stirs the room, feet heavier than boulders;
His scent thick like molasses of the spiced rum He’s consumed;
Hide away here for the night, worry not of the shadows,
for each night occurring after will be met with my misty presence,
as I’ll slip away from my lonely slab tucked deep within the forest graves.