You're lips drip of liquor
as you spit hard boiled rhythms
since you're the madder
and all you hear is BANG BANG BANG BANG
but that's good
because you're on the throne of
the wounded and the dead
at least that's what you said to little billy
on the corner store near lily's
which left tongues flickering
but that's good
because they call you
Mister
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 4:29 PM UTC
1
the bird hums
to the pattern of the
pitter patter
2
the blue in grandma's eyes fades just a little as a mixture of sound and blood escape her dry lips
3
Grandma's hands shake
as her warm hand touch the cold
leather gun in this
ever so shifting darkness
we have captured ourselves in
4
Grandma's eyes stare into
mine
one
last
*******
time
as the the pool of blood that damps her back
swallows her in an embrace that was
so much bigger then my own
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 12:55 AM UTC
he got some bad blood
running up his veins
he got some wolf teeth
tearing up that lace like that
he got some soft lips
kissing the mayors no good ***** rotten rich teenage daugther, with her red lips and her bad intensions
he got himself a real nice face
smiling like that, getting 20 percent off addi mays special pancakes with pork bacon and scarmbled eggs drizzled with her top-secret mable syrup
*the boy got himself some bad blood, wolf teeth, soft lip and a real nice ******* face*
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 1:43 AM UTC
pa doesn't act much like a human anymore. when he speaks it's as if he is barking at something that isn't there. like he got buisness to fix. badly. his lips don't creep into a smile like they used to now their cracked as if his aging is wrong--he never smiles with his lips anymore either now he's just mad pa all the time. in his left hand he holds a gun. that gun doesn't belong there i whisper sometimes ma's hip belongs there.
he's gone
i have come to realize i ain't got my cheery pa no more. now i have a grump pa. i have a pa who kills animals like it ain't got nothing to come back to. i got a pa who acts like ain't nobody worth his old smile anymore. not even me
i'm used to it now. i stopped staring at his face while he tears into the beef he cooked, looking for a smile to appear somewhere just for a quick moment. but then i remembered he only smiled for ma, his smile that was ingraved in my mind wasn't for me it was for ma. and ma is six feet under and so is dad's smile he created just for her.
he's gone
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 1:33 AM UTC
a guy came by today
and it sounded like he had
rust growing on his voice
he told me he had
twenty years of
this town boiling in his blood
and mommy gave him a pack of beers
and with his old cowboy walk
and tiny little toothpick
he left
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 1:23 AM UTC
the pixelated birds chirpping
over the sound of burning forest grounds
and dying techology screaming as
it's fading hot pixels let it know
that it had lost the battle
of killing what was lost
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 6:36 PM UTC
In my
Neon Death
You held your gun to my head
And your finger rested on the trigger
And your intoxicated thoughts lingered
In the sober air within us
And the sinking sanity beneath us
Began to sink in the sea of our thoughts
And then my harmless bullets of words
were left in the silent of mind
Since you click the trigger
And the golden bullet came flying out
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 12:25 AM UTC