Release the bowels and scrub the shame
Metal grit hand-towels
A curious novelty I would come to know as omen
Tacky pink tiles- well noted
Return to see my identity bereaved
Or maybe just my clothes
Strange how they blend in turmoil
No fear for the pistol at my gut, braved in its defense
No fear for thugs I make my company
Even as silent secrets are sent racing across fingertips
I am untouchable
A crowd grows, a debaucherous menagerie
Of Drug abuse and ****** bliss; the **** grows
Time and place erase
Two blue lakes of cotton; now green vines of vinyl
It makes no matter: the **** grows
It grows until memory is no more
Just a fear – what has happened?
And her face is there, the soft skin
The sharp features. The sly smile.
Soft mahogany and Serpent eyes
A beauty you cannot surmise
“You were mine, and I was you.
Taken as I’ll take again”
Then our next meeting, not so far from then
As the scratching record is played again
In headphones meant to control
Resist!
She has my arms, too weak to move
She has my neck, strained to turn
They will take you, and then
YOU will be no more, just a thing
A servant to this beckoning
RESIST!
This battle in your mind, control
As the beat grows louder, that maddening din
So full of fear as you entertain it’s sin
What can you do, once it’s powers in?
HELP! I mean to cry
But nothing with my lips so dry
HELP! I try to choke
All that leaves is wisps of smoke
HELP! And there it is
A whisper, for what the battle did
~ “help” I groan, and finally awake.
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 2:27 AM UTC
Shivering fanblade
I never really noticed
Through all my years of coyote defenses
To silicone distractions of varying degrees
Still you have shivered, dancing over me
Guarding my domain through my exits
Ever shimmering, unnoticed.
Until now, as the beetle’s poison devours my feet,
And I cannot move.
Finally I can say
Thank you.
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 2:17 AM UTC
These old fingers have nothing left to say
These old fingers have naught but decay
These old fingers long to race away
These old fingers cry to me all day
Memory. Facility. Long benign productivity
Child, its me. Don’t fear to be friendly
For it’s a long time since me and you last met
Theres a few things, we’ve lost between, I bet
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 9:35 PM UTC
Something about “to pass the time”
I couldn’t really hear
Through the muffled cough
And shuffled feet
The sounds rush in and out
Incomplete
Somehow more beautiful for it
Schedules personified, maybe
His missed directions
Do not preclude me
There is equal value
In inaction as its counterpart
Balance, I suppose
The oft referred key
That never seems
To make it off the ring
So do not trouble me
With your coffee cups
Adrenaline-fueled charades
Long unslumbered nights
Grand parading lead by myriad prophecies
-which one?
The frantic scurrying of your claws
As you dig, deeper, deeper
Fiending for the lunar eyes
That return curious, befuddled looks
There’s a secret I never told you
I don’t think he heard either
As he left
When you keep your mind sharp
The only surprises you find
Are the ones you don’t expect
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 9:31 PM UTC
Fear
Sometimes the light holds more terror than the darkness
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 3:14 PM UTC
Blanket troupe called finally finalizing finances
beseeched of asian seas and deformities
begone of witch's seeds
creeds,
and further formalities.
Controlled and sold away,
disney ears and candied shmears of salmon serendipity and forlorn serenity
collapse, perhaps?
can't strap the wrap of boot soles and cannoned poles
of butts and handles throwing sandaled barbarians in their foolish faith
For Empire!
the dire need of those to take and feed and be the god-men to tickle and bleed friends and foe alike,
to nettle the fangs of the good hounds blindly following;
scent dividing love and steeds to carry armies and lone conquerers to their final destinations, permutations of how so many flowers whittle at the broken touch of thunderous life;
of hidden strifes that attack these patient sentinels
their yelps yet signals of defeat so unburly pardoned
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 3:10 PM UTC
Eel, squirming in the flow
pure ecstatic
each gentle caress
sending shivers of joy
evoke the power of puppeteers
take my willing body
and make it dance your dance
Fireworks and warmth
covers and bath salts
smooth like good chocolate
-and just as irresistible
Puppeteer, take my body;
I do not think I could stop you
But please, have my soul;
for it is mine to give
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 7:31 PM UTC
Bullet trains and charging birds
Running yields to riding
Horses yield to carts
Pushed carts stop for carriages
Drawn by bulky steeds
That whimper as the puttering engine speeds
The steamer yields to the auto
The auto yields to the train
Which become bullets flying on rails
Which fly cargo on metal sails
All the years flying and running and charging into one intersection of chaos
The noise and screeches turning
As I spin lost in the traffic
But
The runners the charging horses the spinning wheels the churning cogs the burning oil the screaming steam the ricketing rails the roaring jets
Stop
For a kiss
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 7:31 PM UTC
I want to ****** the ignorance
flowing through your hair
and pummel it to the ground
to keep your eyes from puffing red as smoke
The looping madness careens
the shivered hiding up on chairs
fighting fear, paranoia, and disgust
and the growing tendency to choke
a spider's lair can weep
for loneliness and despair
its reach is only inches
past the horrored lies you spoke
It's hard to find a victim
and a culprit bound in one
its hard to hold you, lover
when fists coil forth from thumb
Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 2:22 PM UTC
swirling mysts churl and twist
succumbing to lumbering fits
of logged and dogged slumber
trudging through slush
find, search, become
knowing life as one
the game to end a beginning
this channel jumps conflagrantly
so search little finger
stumble the buttons and find their worth
but never question
catch my fears
shedding on your shoulder
the quiver fails to shoot the arrow
but only calls the target into play
lost but once in a day
and left embracing the last drop of comfort
hold me so that I may be whole
hold me so that I may be whole
catch my fears
and take them in your basket
carry my pieces with you
forever and more
hold me so that I may be whole
hold me so that I may be whole
Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 2:21 PM UTC