shivers of black
velvet heat
on my pillow. cases
of frustration
licking filth til skin is raw
licking skin til raw is numb
distract the mind from agony
ebony eardrums
rolling purrs and howls, so demanding
fear aggregates into flexed claws,
teeth bared.
to witness such simplicity is to the likeness of a gaze
into a baby's eye.
fragile and innocent
but pinning my feeble wrists.
i raise them to a beast
to surrender to the animal
that i may sleep.

many men will tell you
from the womb to your tomb
that if you act upon your instincts
your soul is ******* doomed
_________
one must not be selfish
although one only has the self
one must not indulge
or else your *** will burn in hell
one must not revere false idols
although heroes may be idolized, case in point: saints
one must live selflessly
and aim for heaven
one must suppress all aggression
and so we are aggrieved by oppression
_________
when you are in your coffin
a minister may wander over
saying "oh, he was a good, hardworking man"
remembering your wage
the alms that bought his car
and his pension
remembering your children who will continue the cycle
epitome of parasitic
from your father's ***** to being funneled in an urn
you are the host.

serpent tongue lashes. frantically,
the fool might say it is but a snake licking.
rage froths from under covers.
below sheets, anguish breeds with frustration
towards the self and distant lovers.

feigned empathy matures when nurtured.
then it is apathy
successfully disguised
as silent understanding.

on my feet, i assume the ground is beneath.
then the eyes meet another
who is also standing
but who seems so far above

and transcends me.

a servant of Dionysus
drunk on such a draught
that influence never can fade
O, put tenderness in such a melody
to ease of this parade
which marches like a venom through the vein
O, sing to me a lover's tune
that i may not remember
and loveliness sit in my heart
january through december

fingertips on back
tracks following the prints
of kisses planted neatly
offering silent hints
breathing in the scent
of our raw human perfume
which cannot be replicated (or bottled)
beyond the walls of our room

longing to brush the soul
if even ever-slightly
i beg for embrace
but connection once like mail
is now broken
closest comparison being the unity of pads of feet
the soles touch physically when souls cannot

cherubs chuckle
bellybuttons tingle
fearsome fangs sink into speedy intuitive youths
brainwaves command bodies
advertisements command brainwaves
they quickly capture the attentive child
melancholy *******
thinking deeply
and eating mcdonalds

i am waiting for the strings to pull
i am waiting for the phone to call
reluctant to admit that
you are the one behind it all

i chose the kiss over the bruise
i like to think you let me choose
one thing over another
unaware it's all a ruse