I'm the original sin,
my middle name is trouble,
I'll burst your bubble
& you'll come
back for more.

I can make
your head spin,
you'll drool
all over yourself
tasting me,
it's all free.

You might think
you taste like cyanide,
but I've got you beat.
I'll sweep you off you feet
when our eyes meet!

Are you really sure
you wanna meet?

'Cause don't you know darling,
I'll poison your soul,
I'm pure,
unadulterated
strychnine!

I'm blinded by illusions
But blessed with sight
I feel the confusion
Late at night
And I don't remember where I go
I ask myself and I don't know
But I smell like blood and cologne
If only I had known
Last night would end up like this
With a fatal kiss and a knife
Creeping up to take your life
In the dead of night
Underneath a full moon
Hiding in your bedroom
I think I love you
Too soon?
No, I just love the violence
And the sadness that follows
Your post Mortem silence
And so prevalent is the eloquence
Of skin, pail benevolence
And my conscience tries to  bleed through
The only thing that bleeds is you,
I smother it, I cover it
In the blackest manifested sin
I am not a human being ,
I have become the devils kin

I’ve often wondered
what my associates would
think if I went completely off the graph.
I mean, like if I went into the workplace,
knocked on the boss’s door
& cold cocked his fat ugly face,
sat down at his oaken desk,
kicked my feet up,
lit up a cigarette &
told Becky to get her nice ***
in gear for some dictation.
Wouldn’t that
throw my
stuffy-shirt mates
for loop.
I’d be the biggest scoop
in the company paper,
“Jonny Goes Nuts in Sector B!”

Some say
cyanide’s a nasty poison,
comes in a small bottle,
that it doesn’t
take much of a dose
to change
your ******-functions.

I’ve been told
it’ll make your eyes
roll up inside your head,
body-twitch all over,
get weak in the knees,
make your respiration skyrocket,
& your heart flutter madly!

Personally, that really
doesn’t sound too bad,
I’m just wondering
if you can get that stuff
by the case.
If it does all that sweet stuff,
I’m going to need
a lifetime supply of it.

I give her an inch
& she takes a mile.
But that's alright with me,
'cause you see,
when I'm feeling down,
she puts a happy smile
right back on my frowning-face.
And, I love her for that right.

I walked in a sea of zombies,
circled a million roundabouts,
wandered
the streets in the reverse.
Nobody noticed me
with my two-week stubble,
my body odor emanated
as I cruised through the rubble,
waiting for twilight.

Dried baby llamas grimaced
while children played jacks
& men sold coca,
green bag mountains of it
stacked high like the cordillera
with chicken bones
lying around,
configured
in all directions,
it smelt magical.

And when
the sun finally fell,
I witnessed
the poverty stricken elite,
totally lost on their own
two feet.
I wanted to relate,
to feel human,
so I joined the winos
on a dark unknown corner,
sniffed the cool air
& could finally relate
to a time in space.

There’s a place I go
once the Cheshire
has played out the charade,
smiled their last smile.

I crawl deep inside there,
to hear the tick of my own heart,
it makes me feel real again,
gives me time to breathe,
to move away from the melodrama
when smiling cats misbehave,
where I save myself
from transparent charms.

Of course,
none of us ever
really mean any harm,
it’s just human nature.
It’s okay kitty kitty,
I’m a big dog.