Every time he kisses you,
he tastes her
On your lips.
Never once does she kiss you
And taste him
On your lips.

Filthy brown bag floats
In a stagnant tidal pool.
Discarded garbage.

In the depths of depraved lunacy
That send hell hounds forth, lunging
Ready to devour the peace,
And smother the quiet,
There is a scared little boy,
With a dying dog in his hands,
Trying to get the attention
of a crowd of indifferent passersby,
Lost, and forgotten.

Cannibalistic killers
Can at least claim
They were simply trying to sustain
Themselves
On unconventional prey
It's no different than the bush meat trade
What makes you better than a Gorilla?
To me or a cannibalistic killer,
You look pretty tasty...
I'd eat you in a heartbeat.

Driven down into the dirt
Kicked stomped spit on
Mocked and mistreated
I am defeated by my own needs,
It is not greed, to feed
When the earth is spinning
The skeletal faces grinning
I concede defeat
I surrender to the victor
Because the rhetoric is senseless
And you don't understand a **** thing
About my intentions
I can't be read
Even if you can record all my actions
Read these words before I type them
If you really dug down deep inside
You would be appalled
At the atrocities I keep penned
Down in my depths.

Sea serpents still smash ships
In the dark seas of my subconscious,
Devilish legends roam
Giggling, chainsaw wielding
Masked maniacs are at home
Hunting and being hunted
By whip wielding antiheroes
With black leather biker outfits, with the right sleeve missing
The theater of my Id charges a penny admission
Sold my soul for a remote control
My mind ruled by visual opiates
Of violence and flesh
Creative outlets come
In sporadic outbursts
That ****** your imagination,
What some men call horror
I call liberation.

Laughter
Laughter explosions
Diabolic cruelty
That crude red carving
The grinning maw
Of the purity devouring beast
Know best for his face
His maliciously insane
Irrational thought patterns
He laughs at a two word phrase
As he caves in a woman's face
Sprays bleach and mace
from a fake flower on his chest
Lobs hand grenades recklessly
Muttering jokes that only he fully understands
Minions bent to his twisted humor
Severed limbs and organs sent
With personally crafted limericks
Fourteen inch barrel
.44 Magnum revolver
Crash a clown car into rush hour traffic
Feed the mayors poodle
To a pack of hyenas
Grease paint white face
Toxic green locks, slicked back
Red Cheshire cat grin
Ear to ear
Like the mouth of a demon of madness
Do not ponder why he laughs
He laughs because he must.