Sometime in the middle of the night I awake to the sound of your breath that was not there or anywhere near without trace or clue just a knowledge of you somewhere, out there without the sorrow I know, I endure like a fossil left in a soft stone like a wound I feel everywhere And still I know I will forever and always want o... More..
You are in parts of me that I can't control anymore the party is over everyone has gone home but this fire still burns and I don't feel like I am done learning the essence licking the pulp tasting the blood from the dark of your heart And it angers me to sleep heare so close to you when there was so much more pulp to taste More..
The innards of Women By firesides, sipping pink champagne, on beaches in apartments, after midnight I have searched beyond your eyes your greens, browns, and your blues. Your first stop is the shoestore your next is for th dress Iknow why you eat chocolate ice cream and how you get nervous when you're naked before a man I kn... More..
Unearthed My life will be sung by a church choir I hope in E minor My visions will be read from a notebook unearthed near a road side My ink will be my notes will play my soul will prevail More..
And where was Dionysus when I needed him most and his flowing wine and women to wet my lips. These old gods seem to fail me and Apollo will not greet me with the light of morning. I need a message from Nietzsche of tragedies death when the clock on the wall strikes four. "One more whiskey please" More..
Scott Rumsey
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