Lamron Efil

dismember the concepts in valleys of unrest set norm of forgotten line of sight vision sights are surreal in abstract light sound of soiled years in confusion elapsed time cherry wood-worked mind maturing sin, a disease of nation application hardware stand still destruction Tuesday afternoon appointment Hating the looks of genetic makeup casual violence deed done relapse synapse studio apartment penthouse playhouse yuppie bimbo make-believe with perfect score SAT Brexit, stage left… must you leave so soon? In a rush Irish? morning traffic Russian ants on paved trail army of disembodied disciples voyeur Templars of diamond age destiny wholly opinionated … Continue reading Lamron Efil

cloven hoof dandies

I’d deign to incarcerate with contempt, this attempt to pry your way back in slippery disposition, you serpentarium denizen all in that oily falsetto, hearken us toward winter’s edge bitter ice tastes of arsenic clove smoke, you cloven hoof dandy dancing those jigs of infantile fancy jackhammer subtlety screaming False. Fake news, fake boobs, fake crews fake shoes, knock off blues raping everything that moves yea, we label you, knave. go on home to your emptiness. after all, it is what you most crave. image courtesy of Pinterest   Continue reading cloven hoof dandies

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

Clowns

Negligence in black rune Sign languages spoken Unfettered discourse locale swelters introspect dangerous air nightshade among gardenias engage, enrapture to and fro flow of yesterday’s tomorrow awaken, hard, stop a few bruises foul of breath quaking retribution but rocking nonchalance burned and buried behind ear lobe tattooed shameful a scarlet letter you can’t spell my name you can’t read my name you cannot say my name you do not know who we are soon enough you will.   image courtesy of Pinterest   Continue reading Clowns

New Year-Revisited

I do not live last day of the year it is like a little death rough brush, burlesque settles in my bones old spectre dropping dreams in spite of my screaming I do not like the end of the year it’s too heavy, flaunting the blues in cursive graffiti on my center that don’t come off nether wind crawling outside the view is the same one as last year I fear, my dear, my tears do not want the savage drop-down slap-back kissing strangers the champagne wet dream on my face and chest recall the last to fall uptown diamond … Continue reading New Year-Revisited

OP’s Theme Song of the Day

  The world is a vampire, sent to drain Secret destroyers, hold you up to the flames And what do I get, for my pain? Betrayed desires, and a piece of the game Even though I know, I suppose I’ll show All my cool and cold, like old job Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage Now … Continue reading OP’s Theme Song of the Day

godless

when surround by godless one must become godlike the cursed stroke of Tyrfing the justice upon Sisyphus not the calm before or after but the violence at the heart of the storm not involvement commitment ‘Generally speaking, the Way of the warrior is resolute acceptance of death.’ the might of Typhon brought to bear in mind and soul the far off days of honey must be delivered by hours of blood and vengeance tiger, lion let loose from cage the wicked fang of oppression needs be met with rage. sometimes, it all must burn to be reborn. after all, everything … Continue reading godless