Snakebitten

She was a snakebite all applewood smoke and sundowns forthright and out of sight it was a shakedown and it started with a frown I was a poor boy all limbo shine and coarse ground Midnights and gasoline all we need to motor through the tall light smeared dirty clean with a hand out shave off an inch or two heavy hands and nicotine just need a spark bathing in the fountains of another trailer park bruising in this shitty town she was a snakebite She was so loud you never registered her sound I knew it was a shakedown … Continue reading Snakebitten

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It’s all slipping.  It’s sliding.  Incongruous.  Untoward outwardly forward.  Mellifluous.  I put my skin on backwards to see myself from the inside, out.  I wonder what went through that medical supervisor’s mind when his employee shot him.  “Hey, this is what I am on the inside.”  I don’t know.  It’s fucking tragic.  I dislike quite a few people, and I have some former employers I despise, but to take a life over some job?  Poor soldiers.  Taking lives is their job.  I like the smell of lilacs and jasmine.  Fragrances are soothing.  Nuclear winters in Korea.  Skiing in a HASMAT. … Continue reading 42417

Verdant

The verdant L shape of lonely imbued with a hazy heart of ache criss-cross applesauce demure in the aftermath of sorrow tomorrow shout it out loud indelible paint splattered on the walls of my empty pocket soul In the remaining of light the reminder’s silhouette is a dark beauty bend my will and contort to form the verdant L shape of lonely tattooed with 50 words for mistake when the adhesion fails to take what is a lonely to do I beseech you to mend my truth I have lost the togethers apart from the forevers and settled into all of … Continue reading Verdant

Something Beautiful

I wanted to make something beautiful… avatar of dragon bone Celtic sworl-painted warrior adorned with cold starlight stare of purest water out of night sword bare statuesque goddess of Greek proportion portrait of love so vast blooming roses painful, profane I wanted to touch something beautiful fumbling naked fingers unworthy buckling harness to steed that should never be mounted As free as thought upon the canvas of naiveté and youth I wanted to see something beautiful majestic Merlin opus of majic mellifluous articulation of perfect runic song echoing in the chambers of every beating heart thrumming in time to the … Continue reading Something Beautiful

Cut and Seen

Depraved corpse grin single serving plutonium light up my life crowded meanderings in sloven solitude burden of proof fall through my roof killing my wife and kids today tomorrow, God willing return favors throw the larger stone vestigial demesnes of dark dynasty larders full with broken bones Giger portraits of hunger prancing lust at the mini-mall mini bar miniature minds mini skirmishes combating combative compassionate characters contemplating corrosion cornerstone concomitance combining correlations creating chaotic conditions compelling connotations considering compliance court ordered conundrums cut and scene seen to be one or the other not both or none eat your cake and … Continue reading Cut and Seen

Lingering Shadows

I linger in shadow course by stone Norse winter snow-white tangible thoughts she brings weep, o weep for us a pallor mortis crosses crowded feuds feasting, furrowing forces fade a scar upon my face in measure I linger in shadow you know my name but I do not seek your hand you are not mine to claim wilden beasts of yore fallen have I seen travail in many travels victory and honor have suffocated me, dulled my spear brought ruin upon my sunlight it all falls away softly litany of solace written in sandstone collars of gold make lovely bindings … Continue reading Lingering Shadows

Gestalt

Grasping convolutions anything will do really corrugated steel rictus pulls at corners a shadow play in ritual dusk down another glass of slow derision at the nearest watering hole wondering how and why I am unholy reconcile I’m alone with the pictures we both inhabit I could not hold the fire so now I choke on smoke and bathe in ashes my breath stinks of rebellion my words are heavy and low, lo unto tomorrow riveting the compunction to depart the now the how and when of it matter little respond to extinguish the embers of my love, of your … Continue reading Gestalt