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
pageant of ministry your misgivings given to sullen star-clad nonchalant Comings and goings Imprint upon us, this living I do not want what you wear as I no longer care to displace, yours or mine, this distaste, take a masque fitted on face, misplaced here is no longer safe I can no longer call you home. timeworn tellings, erode, peel story lost its’ appeal cold iron piercing will not heal maniacal raving sounds to my ear as though you are leaving. dear one, hold onto your throne as I extract this fire from bone I am alone. always Always, a … Continue reading elemental, hollow.
There is blood in the indecision Ineffectual in effigy The loss stains the water mayhem comes before form of thought and action corals, pale blues finger upon cold lips a radiance too dark finds history in current life just below the surface a glamour of perspective honesty is brutal rippling reflections waves carry a secret until encountering break red droplets of regression palette silver anguish of green cut to the quick, knowing of life in-between image courtesy of Pinterest Continue reading A folding of forms
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existing in a word kinetic reaction of a soulsearch; follow-up interview leeched through stone fetch me water, boy learn of your elders wipe spittle from my lips that’s disorder, sir Krav maga of difference bring your dead down, low now to the river head down, eyes closed you can feel swelter, festering around wound locale of bindings, bound to feel something other than Pouring circles of salt and charcoal Lost count of your Seleucid era walls of Jericho restored to glory Bitter, sweet are you counting, By the riverbank gather, Making pigments from blood Muddy importance with indigo Dance and … Continue reading after all fail us
the curvature of the earth rippled in response to your posture a black sun took a run at my masculine knocking me further into this piecemeal suit plastic and straw armor I use when attempting to combat level after level of your dungeon morass of emotions tossed into bin to recycle become something new subsequent quintessential attempt to hold vortex aluminum foil hat ticker-tape pasteboard facsimile of myself in retrospect little black one, you ponder ways to engage the space in-between the lofty neon peace found at table coffee takes our order sultry dark dark dark silk sustenance grants a … Continue reading quintessence
I. Temper temper temper Speaking 31 flavors Of madness, you stalk me once again Dance in iris tourniquet Titan Breaking through seals Make the deal A Devil sits at my table Progenitor of pale hollow The air in here is casual A callous malice whispers Pressing upon all the dreams Dying in the cracks Of the floor II. There’s a model of your bathroom from the old apartment in my heart where you live. there’s a deal with a Devil on my mind why is negotiation such a grind in this place there’s a Giant at my table talking about … Continue reading I.II.III.