Author Archives: Catastrophe Jones
Not Quite 'That Color'
Somewhere well far and absolutely beyond dog-ass-tired, as well as mud-covered, bruised, and bleeding, Joel leans back against the alley wall and looks up at the sky. It’s not quite gone ‘that color’, the one that means it’s nearly morning, … Continue reading
Not Quite ‘That Color’
Somewhere well far and absolutely beyond dog-ass-tired, as well as mud-covered, bruised, and bleeding, Joel leans back against the alley wall and looks up at the sky. It’s not quite gone ‘that color’, the one that means it’s nearly morning, … Continue reading
Closer To
Are we getting closer to success or further from truth? Is that even a question anyone besides some navel gazing yogi should contemplate? What the fuck do I know; I still believe in Christmas, and I am still in love … Continue reading
Fresh Hell
I watch you caress her cheek the way you once did mine and I wonder if the shiver that runs through her will turn so quickly to revulsion once she realizes the fresh hell that is falling in love with … Continue reading
Like You Once Did
Love me like you once did, when I was the only word on your lips, the only prayer on your tongue. Love me like you once did, when I was the only star you wished on, the only dream in … Continue reading