WORDCHASM

with empty bottles and
forgotten strawberries our
eyes swirl and
bodies tangle
not a breath of air may
pass between us;
not a single stone is
left unturned
but its not the wine
that drives this
venture to
divinity:
high tide,
the fusion between
parched land and
drowning sea,
prescribed by
neither vast ocean
nor endless beach,
presses from above–
inspired by the
omnipotent influence of
a reflective moon it
rises and falls.
the water’s edge while
always present is
always [...]

My given name is Hugo, but I changed it to Ray Liotta. It’s a big kick at the cop conventions. Someday I’ll make the force. But now? I’m takin’ it easy. Livin’ in Miami and partying with all the fine ladies. I’ve got a brand new moustache — named it Trevor.
Trevor and I usually hit [...]