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

hold no more

gold was I given discard along crooked path I wandered. predilection undefined abalone, bloodstone unearned wealth squandered. casting call grain alcohol perjury beckons bequeath sorrow upon tomorrow for I can hold no more today. Take the flower offered a little lighter coffer hand of gold proffered, intricate, this subtle parlay. Of substance, shared sustenance and shadow play.   Image courtesy of Pinterest       Continue reading hold no more

A folding of forms

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

These feet

I must be defeated ’cause I can feel it in my feet. they won’t move so that must prove something. beauty in the eye of the beholder is much colder when beauty is the destroyer of I would cry but it doesn’t make a difference to this indifferent wraith admiring my corpse. match-stick make-up of a broken bodied discourse on the arrival of final days of my time here. melt into the spring sun and whisper of devolutions in this archetype of feelings that armored our champions. the blood on the pavement is same in color as the one in … Continue reading These feet

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

OPTSotD

Picture me putting my city all over the map They wasn’t believers, I had to get even at math Be coming, I’m pulling and jumping all over your grass So tell all my bitches I got a new girl Tell the police that I’m robbing the bank and I want all of my fifty’s in cash Bitch, I’m tired of living, check the cheque I need twenty models and some extra sex Smiling in my grave, bitch I’m fresh to death I’ve been drinking Wu-Tang with Inspectah Deck (getting drunk) Yeah, I got some shit that I gotta just get … Continue reading OPTSotD

ragged harmonies

I have shitty person syndrome.  I finally got free but it flares up occasionally.  I would sing you a wish but that’s just wishful thinking…remember that time I tried to make you fondue ’cause I knew you were fond of it too but it turned out like fucking glue and so I used it to put up flyers for that missing kid.  I saw a murder of crows today and I swear they were flying sigils of Enochian majic.  Stop, don’t tell me I’m crazy and yeah I know what it sounds like.  she’s never coming back.  I can’t stop … Continue reading ragged harmonies

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

emptiness and cold water

“how cold is the water” she said my answer, far contrabassoon over empty harbor days glazed in bourbon haze temperatures rise fall, bitter, sweet tides bring arctic currents here. she knows the way lingers too long, longingly staring into smokey sea at me, mirrors clouded sun grazing upon surface it is the shadows she fears, darkening “how cold is the water” she asks, shallow breath taken just before chill will bend what you know frozen, we all take our turns. deep is this hurt burns something fierce frigid, space I can no answer her tears slip onto the dust of … Continue reading emptiness and cold water

Hope, resignation

you ignited famine, unintentional or not.  We’re starving.  That masochistic flair you dearly love to wear finds us indebted.  We are caught somewhere betwixt hope…..resignation.  whose crucifixion is fair  I DON”T CARE  meek resolution and dirty dish water hands.  Your labia doesn’t speak anymore.  I may have Tourette’s of the soul.  There was a dream where my chest was fire and I was choking as something was crawling up the back of my throat.  I vomited a cancerous snake, dying.  It had two heads and our eyes.  I cannot for the life of me understand what it meant. My otherface, … Continue reading Hope, resignation