one more time

i am corrosive fabulous Satirically rich endemic of impudence praying in ditch to she who found outbound signal forward fallen back into times when we were alive fostered by notions of the young i miss that look in your eye i know it will not spark anew pontificate but do not preach we’ve all driven down this road vertigo sky bursting open in palm of my hand as i face the same as ever was but i am not who i used to be and so everything has dimmed a little i can see rust and the dust wear, and … Continue reading one more time

Standing in the middle of a dimension

These be the doors to where it ends, Sister Rose and her omnipresent thorns scratch cataclysms into skin Benevolence begat the violence inconsequential, this monolithic cross to bear, to bare sunstarved soul upon canvas it is reticence, a fear that binds oh and the chill, blue as ice of mighty Titan formed from things colder than any winter storm arrogance, the insistence, tugging of lines that pull the mind into spaces below tresses of vines being insular, convocation of isolation little by little, bit by bit, steering ship a bit further from shore and homes and laughter wont to want … Continue reading Standing in the middle of a dimension

OPTSotD

Picture me putting my city all over the map They wasn’t believers, I had to get even at math Be coming, I’m pulling and jumping all over your grass So tell all my bitches I got a new girl Tell the police that I’m robbing the bank and I want all of my fifty’s in cash Bitch, I’m tired of living, check the cheque I need twenty models and some extra sex Smiling in my grave, bitch I’m fresh to death I’ve been drinking Wu-Tang with Inspectah Deck (getting drunk) Yeah, I got some shit that I gotta just get … Continue reading OPTSotD

Gnawing

Is it erotic? This erodere, cobbled path worn by the ones who came before? A need to fulfill the most basic instincts of the body as life lies in balance, ebb and flow, wax and wane. I need you to need me to want to die this way, it’s unbecoming to pretend otherwise. Is it not so? Eros, Aphrodite’s son by whomever….unfulfilled love, lust. He was a god born from Chaos prior to the Greek definition, more of a Titan. I find he better suits my mood in this older belief. Do you find it as strange as I that … Continue reading Gnawing

half life

Crimes clutter the gap Of the in-between days Half life Polaroid smiles A Polaris system missile Inordinate amounts of ordinance For the sole harvesting autumnal apple falls Ever so quietly in the haze come and eat the hollows At all hallows gallows Drink and bleed cherry blossoms Thirst for knowledge of the fire Forming forewarning in the stars above A frown above parted lips inconsequential fractals and their portents most dire conspire to feed that azure liar broken bird in cupped hand swollen temptress singing for mead of the three and lost Tanelorn. padded halls of xylazine and Librium it … Continue reading half life

ragged harmonies

I have shitty person syndrome.  I finally got free but it flares up occasionally.  I would sing you a wish but that’s just wishful thinking…remember that time I tried to make you fondue ’cause I knew you were fond of it too but it turned out like fucking glue and so I used it to put up flyers for that missing kid.  I saw a murder of crows today and I swear they were flying sigils of Enochian majic.  Stop, don’t tell me I’m crazy and yeah I know what it sounds like.  she’s never coming back.  I can’t stop … Continue reading ragged harmonies

distemper

distemper roses are too red superfluous violets are too blue a carnivore magnetism and horse’s breath the ravens fled as well as doves the remnant frighten hold loose tongue powder discharge written in smoke end of all conversation ashes of 1861 painted into halls of decadence puling and simpering, this haggard old woman where doth her pride and honor go? into the mouths of vultures chunks of bloody meat regurgitated for the young eat of poison knowledge tainted   image courtesy of Pinterest             Continue reading distemper

low

vertical, this vertigo pulling at lips dusky corners, beseeching. hand-me-down run-around doe eyes, darkness. timber, pine cinders wind the clock upon mantle counting time since before war or two for me, you. This diffidence is feral, infantile. Claim the field reddening grasses tattered flags, satin. linen you lie in hyperbole distance color of indigo weeping softly, so soft, as to capture whisper fine mesh chinois filter sound to only meaning. sagging braggadocio quiet politicos sign double entendre. Where now will your breath go? keep it slow. ever, ever so very low.   image courtesy of Pinterest         Continue reading low