Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
factions warring,
numbers dwindling.
deceptive,
     lustful,
her body is the keenest weapon.

               time spent in guise of enemy,
she becomes one,
is one,
has always been one.
rebel and free-thinker,
turned infiltrator,
   betrayer.

seduced,
lulled,
a kiss as distraction.
a hand embracing body,
pulling her closer,
driving both weapons through the heart.

crimson stains,
                       life flows free,
          a heretic ******.

“In the name of His Ever Vigilance, this one dies alone.”
instinctive consumption of vitamin C
from bright light to dim light - ever finding darkness.
"i wonder where hes gone?" questioned always,
never let us go. always let you go.
pondering quandries and
"i can never let it go."
pondering quandries and
"my words never fit."
hearing of Ski-Masks,
a final resort for the overwhelmed.
Laughing mans gotta run.
Feels it.
Kicks up his spine - It used to only crawl.
Shake a little cold from the bones.
Never hadda run before. Oh well,
Always knew it was coming.
Boot to dirt,
             to leaf,
                 to twig.

Came down from Hollywood. Laughing man never shined.
Never, not once. Felt it there too. Always feels it.
''*******,
     *******,
         *******'', Always.
Didn't run from the city of angels.
Walked a stint though.
Taught a man some spanish for a ride through Arizona.
"Knowin a little Mexican can keep your nuts dry''
Laughing man laughs at his own jokes,
laughs at everything.

Sky is grey and spitting a little bit.
How many more steps ol' Laughing man have?
Keeps on running.
Saw a paper in some town a while back.
That first ones face was on the front,
Then a bunch of words - how many pieces there were.
Laughing man laughs at this.
Remembers asking, "Whats it feel like?"
Thinks her lovely and tucks that one away.
Boot to asphalt,
             to mud.

Here's a trick - said to tree.
"Always put on a face,
People like faces." Laughing man Laughs, shivering.
Gotta get running. Surely they've found more by now.
Two and three were no doubt a mess.
Bad memories. Shake 'em, duck 'em.
"****,
        ****,
              ****," Laughing man angers.
Gotta get running.
Wake up achy muscles.

Paula drove to the beach.
Never been before - Laughing man thrilled.
She laughed almost as much.
Shakes a little - cold, hunger, maybe lament?
Thought she'd stay around.
Ol' Paula fails to make the return trip.
Laughing man laughs and accelerates.
Shiny new car.
No car now.
Times done its thing, always does
Feet to the grass,
                   to the gravel,
                              to water.

Wretched waters to nurse wounds.
Laughing man drinks, awakened - thanks the icy liquid..
Never hadda build a fire before.
"Instinct my dear." - Laughing to smoldering tender
"Evolution my dear." - Laughing to roasting meat,
                                                                ­         to crimson stained steel.
Gotta get running.
"She wont turn up but she might"
and
"Ok, might've left her teeth in the sink."
Feels 'em breathing down the neck.

Into the lake, water stinging skin.
Laughing man paddles.
Mindless.
Throbbing, heavy breathing.
Feet to nothing,
                       to thrashing.
"Help me out here ya gorgeous ******!" Laughing to the moon.
Exhale,
          inhale,
                   float, nose to sky.
Calm, gives a shake to number seven.
Remembers fourteens eyes.
Cold and grey.
Looks to the moon.
                      Winks back and gives driftwood a chuckle.
Laughing man does his thing, then the water does its.
 Sep 2012 JJ Hutton
Alexis Martin
a cigarette is a peculiar thing
it takes me to a different place
with every frail breath I take

I see my mother on the porch
a pack of Camels in her hand
the hand I longed to hold

I see you standing in the rain
a glowing ember near your mouth
the mouth that I longed to claim

I see him leaning against the wind
a Spirit in his hand and his heart on his sleeve
a heart that I longed to understand

I see her gazing out my window
the lighter illuminating her fragile bones
bones that I longed to trace

a cigarette is a peculiar thing
Fall brings the cold.
Where did all the children wander off to?
Better scoop them up quickly,
Before the beasts tear off their skin.

Look now, they’re in the streets.
They have taken up their arms-
Childhood dreams so sweet,
Make for steady shield and firm sword.

But battle has been seen-
Time and time again.
And those beasts- what beasts, with gnashing teeth,
Always they will tear from you that innocence.

Make your feet to move Soldiers of the street,
      Soldiers of tomorrow,
      Soldiers of potential-
Always they will tear from you that innocence.

Too late now mothers, the children must be left.
We have lost the battle years before-
It now rests upon their youthful backs and shoulders.
Pray to no one, pray for your victory oh soldiers of tomorrow.

March on! Cut down the beasts, like stalks of wheat for harvest.
Give heavy push and hearty pull.
Roar in deafening register-
Take back what no one promised you, what no one promised us.

Take it back, so that our minds may be unchained again.
Oh soldiers of youth, pray to no one.
Oh soldiers of youth, stand strong.
Do not fall, like so many before.

I fear that you may one day crawl from the street to join us,
Privates in our army of defeated,
Crying out with weakened lungs-
"Always they will tear from you that innocence."
Next page