irreverent telepathy soak my sins in mahogany let us invite the morning turpitude waning, decorous choral indignation suffering, a final note hung in hall of disregard phylogeny of manic regret we can fall no further than now place your pawn be wise, condemn us for you will know our fingers are for aching harmful sensations, this kiss unwanted. but i bleed you with ragged breath swallowing holy water imploring death to come and love me, misogyny.   image courtesy of Pinterest   Continue reading mahogany


FIFY I forced my heart into the shape of your hate I piled all of your shit upon my plate I followed the leader like a good soldier thought it would fall away as I got colder I crushed your anxieties and snorted them I cooked your expectations and mainlined them I drank all the guilt and drowned in it the questions I had are meaningless now are you happy with black tied lies? look at what you have done look at what I have become insignificant I put it in my pipe and smoked it dreaming of azure clouds … Continue reading FIFY

OP’s TSotD-The Misfits

Die, die, die my darling Don’t utter a single word Die, die, die my darling Just shut your pretty mouth I’ll be seeing you again I’ll be seeing you in Hell Don’t try to be a baby Your future’s in an oblong box, yeah Don’t try to be a baby Should have seen it a-comin’ on Don’t try to be a baby I don’t know it was in your power Don’t try to be a baby Dead-end girl for a dead-end guy Don’t try to be a baby Now your life drains on the floor Don’t try to be a … Continue reading OP’s TSotD-The Misfits


felicitous, felonious eminent, impregnable pregnant with speeches of impenetrable verisimilitude I bore easy and adore the sleazy so let’s get cookin’ fentanyl and vodka piledriver my everyday lay-away life I hate the Mondays as much as your Sundays and although the Beatles were great I like the Who better Who are you? not me first me too or the both of us hotboxed bath salts tainted with the blood of a virgin human trafficking my thoughts across the void of crime and place my face, appearing on milk cartons at home nobody knows where I’ve gone too old for the … Continue reading Unresolved

Freakx and Tinfoil

With a stark spark I begin to sin.  There’s sex in my blood and blood in our sex.  I tremble with chills of fever in feverish chill.  The skin behind your ear resonates with secrets unkept by the murdered.  Tumors pulse in the hate of your love and I relish in its agony.  Tin foil peace pipes litter the scene of our sodomy.  I love your hateful arrogance and I want to kill the look on your face.  It is too precious to share with anyone else.  I don’t understand this dance, this midnight trance we seem to repeat over … Continue reading Freakx and Tinfoil

Poetry Is Me

Aurora, bore me Alice fled from my responsibilities with a stolen smile and a London overcoat sickly sweet surrenders and citron martinis just another Armageddon Wednesday gaunt debutante sambas your salsa burns baby where I go will you follow me to show me all I can never know? grandfather of no one miasma of that great era it tears at tears and fears forests of folly fending famished fiends of fire hydrochloric acid words educate my body in your ways I am feeble and scrambled like a short wave under water running a hustle, bustle slinging my game out on … Continue reading Poetry Is Me

Burning Blue

Sign the cue right into two fell through their purview coming to and the blue is burning with a brutal poignancy the unimaginative minds conjugate the travesties disconsolate meander to the mean without bounds fend off one’s hound unfettered furlough we swing low the carrion tattooed into steel an unmaker in the carry-on savage the wing with forced respite festival of shameless infatuation the blue is burning dropping dreams with ash and nickel sleepy in the pure air another life in breath the compulsion to shout goodbye mysteries to be tried in the eyes we seem to reach another lie … Continue reading Burning Blue

5 before 4 into 1 the thief

Let us dance I want to pay off and get this motherfucker out of here When confronted with realities I prefer to taunt the mockers I smell the foul air, twisting on my rictus gin grin and walk through your door you will learn to be ridiculed when you understand the game you have already lost, it is the moment of aha that I live for you forget to make your move Small people utter small words in small ways about all they are incapable of understanding comprehension of tension rope a dope, soap on a trope there is a … Continue reading 5 before 4 into 1 the thief