The hand that once held
such divine power
trembles like a willow branch
weighed down by ice
and battered
by a rude gale
Pale skin
sun deprived
Only ever caressed
by the light of the moon
Have you seen the circles
underneath your eyes
Its no suprise
you threw away all your mirrors
so long ago.

Hickory dickory dock
can you hear
the ticking
tocking of the clock
This dented trumpet in my hand
it comes as a shock
I may be the last man standing
when the dust settles
on the chopping block
The pennant of pleasure
hangs limp
like the zipper pull
on the mask of a gimp
The strength of a lion
and yet the best
is a wimp
The man who will fall
second to last
is just a ****
Oh lawdy
I do believe
the fallen few
will adorn my breastplate
I will finally find love
in the rubble
of the ones who eat hate
its not too late
to create
to shove the last piece
of the puzzle
into place
Before
the judges decide
who won the race
I will report the results
in any case
I  must
the herald cannot rest
The end is
for him alone to face.

Lightening strikes without warning
the ionized air crackles
bitter tasting breezes blow incessantly
Harlequin's dance in the depths of the moonlight
bells ******, tambourines rattle
Lightening strikes without warning
Blue brilliance bathes the clearing
the revelers are blinded
jugs of wine are spilled
all bodies nervously tremble
Lightening strikes without warning
at the edge of the clearing
carpets catch fire
acrid smoke engulfs everything
Lightening strikes without warning
dead
in the center of the clearing
hair is singed clothing catches
tinkling bells mingle with the howls
Lightening strikes once more
The moon slips behind the clouds...
The flickering flames are all that remain

Converging
Lifted by lust
stratospheric brilliance unfurls
Merging
Lost is sensation
Two become one as planets collide
Blending
limitless magnificence
pleasure reigns in the warmth without shadow
Diverging
Passion wanes, descent begun
gaining momentum
Separating
Unity is crumbling
bodies separate, heat is lost
Parting
Loss of sensation
greedily hands reach out into darkness
Nothing

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

To endure
on and on
isolation so pure
Loveless
Luckless
A disease
without a cure
Everything
Everyone
Working towards
a goal obscure
Here I stand
Empty promises in hand
I always thought
I'd end up someone
I always thought
there'd be so much more
Everyone I know
has had at least a moment
a fleeting phase of joy
They all have had
Love
Luck
and Lollipops
All I've ever had
is a fading scent
clinging to a crumpled wrapper.

If even for one second
you understood
what you've seen
standing
right in front of you
you wouldn't scream
or pinch yourself
like a subconscious pilot
trying to eject from your dreams
Leave upon leaf peeled back
like the paint that coats the walls
of this mostly silent building
that surrounds you
like a grafitti covered
**** stained nightmare
of petting
and favor games
The digital ******
horrorshow stage
Lights, action,
put some tape
over your camera
Set your microphone in flames
It's impossible to track
the truth
even though it died
bound and naked
but they forgot
where they buried it
You've seen it
just like me
I know you have
Don't worry
that pervasive feeling
of sickening intoxication
wears off in a year or twenty.

Drawn together
heat rises as we draw nearer
crackling fire fills the spaces between us
Skin ignites as it touches
engulfing my all in molten voluptuousness
Hair bursts
eyes melt
Consumed by fatal passion
we burn
Consummated annihilation
We burn
Incendiary desire
We burn
Drawn together in the depths of the nothing
Yearning, and burning until
nothing is left
but the ashes of our love
We have burned into a heap
becoming one
for a moment
Until the wind scatters our remains
Separating us forever
only ever to meet again
as flitting particles
colliding in the night.

Should have
put a bullet in the brain
Should have
doused it with kerosene
and lit a match
Should have
tied a cinderblock
to the worthless wretch
and chucked it in the lake
But the most rotten things
resurface
and eat the sweetness
that you spent
two years
building
Should have left
well enough alone
instead of
leaving the coffin door
wide open
for the wickedness
to crawl back out

The only true freedom
is a life devoid of love.

Your vision is dying
before your eyes sweet prince
The corpses piled so high
the lime can't mask the stench
In twenty years time
you'll be the only one left
All your acolytes are liars
who serve only death
A pathetic crew
Now without its fool
The joke is on you
The fool was your best
But I'm sure
this warning will be ignored
Just like all the rest

Each twig that snaps
is a searching assassin
slicing filament
coiled in his hand
stand still
and his cord will split you
It doesn't hit you
until the glow overcomes your senses
and surprise
it was all an illusion
caught in the web of your eyes.

Drugged
dragged down
cut
cut down
clown without
his thorny crown
Just now
it came to me
There is nothing
beyond this moment
Everything that will be
is just a stubborn postponement.

If I thought
even for a second
that any of this mattered
I might give a ****
When we finally
cut through the red tape
and the fake landscape
maybe then we'll see
the master plan
Even then
I'm sure
the truth will be ignored.

Those eyes
are broken
Open up
and really look
The silly
stupid
mongoloid world
you cloak yourself in
is a substandard joke
A token of esteem
to your own
mediocrity
I wish
I could climb back
into the ground
and use the earth
to drown
out
the sound
of this useless
hopeless
mewling
trash heap.

What is value
the extent of desire
a pyre
piled high
in wait of a fire
Is it beauty
or familiarity
It is not purity
perhaps banality
All I know is all that I see
and when I place myself
upon the scale
I never seem to measure up
to the most pathetic
puddles of ****
that dot the landscape
like fetid sores
that have nowhere to drain
Waiting patiently
for a driving rain
I know will never come.