OPTSotS-Starcrawler

This band is making rock n roll fun again August 1, 2019 Bet My Brains by Starcrawler It’s so dark, can you see me? Under  the neighborhood Everybody’s  sleeping Because the dirt feels good Fingers getting thirsty Stars  that drove him mad Everybody’s  dreaming Everybody Bet  my brains I’ve gone insane Bet my brains I’ve gone insane Shut me up and throw me away Sacred blood running through my veins Do  you like your hands dirty? Are you ‘fraid of the dark? You’re like the broken toy That nobody wants [?] don’t look down Nobody wants to come down You … Continue reading OPTSotS-Starcrawler

Check, mate

we have the numbers at night. darker than dark, i think. little monsters on the brink of a hellion cataclysm. someone will get hurt and we will leave them broken in the dirt. it happens and it’s hard but our way is the one that sharpens sticks, no? we were there when Babylon fell, hands held the knives’ in Caesar’s back. Started the 100 Years’ war with set of tinder and a little heresy. Threw the first gas grenade in the Rhine. we killed Kennedy and Marilyn. The lean side of mean. demons of men, we are the ones who … Continue reading Check, mate

Wisdom Tainted

Thus it holds true; a steady course nautilus man-made percussion of actions manipulate dense framework as starving bird stares through the window educational tour of laughing matter Would like to return home wherever it may be, the road is long and hard so whisper to me feel this sorrow I wish I knew how to grieve without a need to borrow we decay anyway soulful approaches whimper in fear to drums what is loved most? what is hated least? sensing a sensational sensation, I ask am I making any sense? We watch children prey with handgun heartbeats even the devil … Continue reading Wisdom Tainted

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

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

Missile Silo Silence

air in here, stale a pale fear, clearly of past expression uncertainty my last remaining companion. a fervent calculus upon canvas by proxy, this attention consummates our callous trappings we earn what we learn in scars, a Celtic matrimony to deadly nature exhibition three-fold terror of lesser beginnings have we all become our want insular affirmations contain our containment we, walking in dread burlesque pageantry sup upon marrow, corrosion clenching red flags in armored fist torn by southerly winds I still crave your notice when on all fours hungered by self-hatred unfulfilled aghast and broken by retreat missile silo silence, … Continue reading Missile Silo Silence