Dark Taxi Tales

Yesterday, at about 8pm, on my way home from church (yes I did go to church yesterday. No it wasn’t Prophet Mbonye’s church. Those of us who don’t have money for offertory were told to pray in this late evening service. My dear pastor doesn’t want to listen to our stories of hard life and shit. So we were preached to by the deputy assistant pastor. I think this guy is an intern pastor – training or volunteering as he builds his own church. His preaching was all oba how!? We were just about 20 congregants, mostly youth and two or three old women who looked like widows searching for husbands. If anyone wants an old wife, come to my church. We got plenty.)

As she chooses…

The sex had been good. So good that she’d slumped back and immediately fallen asleep. A few hours later, she wakes and heads into the shower. When she’s done, she lays back in the chair, hair still damp, her skin glistening. The smell of coconut conjures up tropical beaches and swaying palms; a strong contrast…

Back To December

She asked me if I’d listened to the song she’d dedicated to me..Taylor Swift’s “Back to December.” I wasn’t a fan of Taylor, so I’d neglected to look for the song. I lied to her that I’d listened to it. I told her that I loved it. That it was a nice song. She smiled…

Cold-Soul

I slithered out of bed today Worn and fragile Soulless as a corpse Alive on the outside Yet frozen cold to the core

Last Words

At my funeral, let no one say they knew me a lot. Let no one shed tears of sadness, for my life was lived on that shiny crispy edge between happiness and madness. Let no one make pledges of forever friendship, for my friends are far and wide. Let my life be appreciated and celebrated,…

Six Seconds

It’s boiled down to this six seconds enough time to curve my name into my wrists using this sharp blade I just bought off the counter Six seconds enough time my love to change my life to bring an end to all my disorder Six seconds enough time my angel to slide through the artwork…

Dark Sides

I’m ready to take responsibility for my side of the street dark as it may be my actions are my own.

Shots

You watch her from the edge of your sanity with tinted sunglasses like a Cold War Spy You never take your shots That one glorious chance never presents itself You’re riding your luck waiting for one unguarded moment You’re too fractured Broken and scarred Fate has not been kind to you This is it my…