Pieces
Of various organs
Flying off into
A
Cyclone of flesh

Blew the brains
Right out the back
Of his
*******
Never a thought or care
In the world
Skull

Little
Did he know
That ******* my
Wife
While I was suppose
To be working
Late

Wouldn't be the last
Time
His **** got blown.

Off.

Open palms red and sore from ringing
Grandfather clock ticking away down my hopes for tomorrow
I toss and turn all night dreaming black ink bleeding  along the edges of my aching,  submersed mind 
Where were you when my hands were tied?
My mouth sewn shut against their ignorance 
Always another ribbon to cut
A line to cross
When you are ready to wake up and see, actually focus
On the here and now
I'll be here to show you that we are ALL born free
One at time with not just the blood of war on our hands
But stars of wonder in our eyes

I kept my concern shuddered
Gravely unsure of the next step ahead
The urge to dance is overwhelming
I move, closed eyes, through breeze and warmth like an old lover
Deep berry summer stains kissing every edge, every shadow
Every surface
As though to ensure its taste is left somewhere
Behind
How could you?
Steal yourself away into old cedar cigar boxes that when opened, (tears)
All I can do to stay the wave is to embrace the anguish of your phantom scent
You are turning away with each passing day
Too soon will the frosted gray of shorter days
Wrap closely
Convincing me that this was only my idea
That the sun was never really here

Your hand, it falls away
I am left in twilight
Always in the growing shadow of your ink stained heart
Crescent moon marks the purple deep of failing strength
To fight
I whisper on the easing wind to come find me
Following the soft edged sorrow you laid bellow
Where are those falling stars now?
Burning straight through
Leaving me blind and broken
The rushing tide of blood drums through my ears
A silky, salt water love song humming me to sleep
In that space between gripping and letting go I can still taste you on the ghostly wisps of nicotine smoke
All that remains is twilight


I'm always left wondering where you've gone

Letters compiled in boxes full of ink blots
Love stains splattered all over a hollow heart
Twilight descends
Soft glowing swamp lights guide weary thoughts
An abyss not so easy to extract from
Tearing them up into ghost story confetti
Watching quietly as wind blown novels scatter
Only memories linger here in the murky depths
Reflecting time honored traditions of sacrifice
All to please those that cannot see past the influence
To focus on the content
You are always pushing away
Locking me within the confines of a dead heart
One day I will find a way to escape or resuscitate
Unwilling to be ignored

He may not have the world's largest ****
But **** if he doesn't know how to use it
And he can spell correctly for that matter!

Splattered black-red tinged hand-me-downs
Overfilled skeleton closets of thought and memory
Some burn like apollo's flame others are blizzard cold
Stealing into the shadowed corners of my vulnerable spirit
Assisting the grating decay of dead skin dust notes
Back stabbed into flea market food courts
Saturated with the sick sweaty grease and smoke clouds
That permeate the poor and unworthy
Judge with lashing whips, forked knives
Empty cavities hollowed from scraping **** intent spoons
Hungry, ravenous, grasping fallen angel talons ripping
Tearing seams of bleached white from safe haven gray
Not much left inside my stack of broken heart cards
Only spades and suicide kings remain
Grinning spoiled and child like from the seat of a selfish shell
Undo me
Unhinge me
I
Need
To
Bleed

The irreveracable state of falling moral
Piecing together newspaper dooms dayers
Always curious about generalized detachment
Yet unable to see the forest for the trees
Picket lines are home
Raging infernos of injustice and malcontent
Laying stoically at their doorstep
Wrapped messily in insomniac nightmares at yours
Big, BOLD letters voicing the masses
We are, We are
Oppressed, Depressed, Repressed
No longer though
Passing out the hymnals of our revolution
Unsatisfied but spent
I sit back and enjoy the show
Saturating my senses with the smell of burning GMO fields

I used to hang out with subtleness
But she bruised my ego so I stripped her bare
Inviting promiscuity to be my friend instead
Open and easy my smiles come quick
Especially for him
The intensity of his gaze hugged close to my glistening curves
Heavy intentions tempo my movements deep and slow
The dance floor is crowded with seeking bodies
His eyes locked only on me
Devouring
I'm going in for the ****
Licking my lips, him chasing my hips
This is gonna be quick
Major rager tenting his chinos
I want some. Real bad.
His breaking dawn sunset scent making it impossible not to salivate
Closer. Come closer to me.
I am as close as I am going to get
Without falling
Hard. At his feet.
Begging him for just a taste
He doesn't know it yet
I am going to **** him down
Wants it but doesn't know it
I am going to swallow all that juicy ***
Craves it but doesn't know it
He will be the one begging
Begging for more

We fled into the night

Hearts pounding in our ears
Unable to stop the clouds of smoke from choking

Their trucks were camouflaged
Sharp, biting bullets filled the air
Grasping hands pulling families apart

F.E.M.A. instructed us to their doors for safety
Inspecting us like livestock
Many heads were shaved
The screaming of the acid burn wounded deafening

I can still feel the warmth of my father's hand
As it was ripped from mine
Bright stage lights putting everything into perspective
My mind still numb from shock
Knowing that these could be my last breaths

They did not find what they wanted in my mother
Her pale back and savaged neck starred blankly
From the pit of the massacred and fallen
Grimy fingertips tug at my soft strands
Holding my eyelids tightly shut
Hiding every stinging tear

He smelled of chemical death
A shadow of his former human shell
Slithering over me, a cloud of chills
I am pushed into a dark room
Knowledge of what will happen stuns

Other voices blend with my internal racing thoughts
Making out fertile shapes and young faces
Fear sours the chaotic air
I will not go down without a fight

I may be just a number but they will remember my face
Haunted eyes full of hate
Sharp teeth unafraid of blood

My resolve strengthens
A calm smile plastered into place

As I promptly rip their ***** off