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

mahogany

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

food for crows

gasping, gaping. Metastasis. It glows in the corner as a fire fly’s mouth. Deep molasses of a moonless Southern night. It has a need of its own. There is a name on the door but no one knows who it belongs to anymore. That seed was scattered and crop failed. Erasure, in gilded gloaming. The craft of wetwork still decorates some of old pine floor. l’satan lo. Obstruction, judgement. The weather vane is rusted in a westerly position. Adverse to meaning, this pain is still subjective. There was never a time in this place where the low dogs didn’t whine. … Continue reading food for crows