"Not another one!"
Whispering in unison
the worshipers of heroes
gasped
grasping at the unbelievable
truth that behind closed closet doors,
the filth spilled out from underneath the rug
it was swept under

Heard tale that she did terrible things
for a man to be worshipped
Heard tail that she gave him wasn't his first
Heard tale of tails sold for eyes and a silver screen

Technicolor
DTS
Dolby Digital **** kits
passed out
To passed out kids
and women suffered the brunt of it
for low wages and red carpet
for a bit part and a chance
to walk across a stage and thank
all the monsters for ****** her twice

Once in a closet behind closed doors
Once at the bank-backed bounced check

next to a leading man
who stole all of her fame

But alas, my dearest friends
Your heroes aren't dead
They're all begging you
to take the kryptonite
off of them and put them
back into the sunlight
Sometimes
even superheroes need help from regular folk

Bury Hollywood in old console coffins
Use the media as fill dirt
and turn drive-ins into cemeteries
HASHTAGMETOO

A Lover's Prayer

There's a quiet place inside me
I don't know where it is,
but I think I found her years ago
and I love her and I'll never stop
I said I love her and I'll never stop

Stupidity of youth
Oh! How you've cheated me,
but I've cheated myself you know.
I still smell your love and your lust
I've found you again
under the most strangest of circumstances
Under the weight of sorrow's sickness
I bare the weight
I break the restraints
and run to you with mending heart
and open arms
to accept you with all your glory

Forever
And ever
Amen

Barstool outside of Barstow
Desperado
Lonely grotto
Broken soul
What a chip on your shoulder though!

How are you not a hunchback?
You got lonely by the *******!
No debate
There's no arguing that!

Closet full of little boxes
Highly political
I'm full of spikes though
I'm punctual
I stab and cut red tape

I hate
So full of debate I can't stand myself
I'll die all alone
Satisfied
Unbroken
Unchained
Unrelenting
But not uncaring

I'll hold this center line...

There's a field so fertile
that the grass grows green
in the driest of days,
and if anyone saw it,
they would stare
With mouth agape
and eyes full of gaze.

But no one will see it,
even if it's out in plane sight.
No one thought
to stop
and stare
or care
how the green grass would
grow
so
TALL.
Not one person
No one at all.

Nonetheless, I'd cut it every week
And
in return,
it would thank me
in such
subtle ways.
I'd see, and
smile
satisfactory
in my labor.
Happy in my secret service.

No one stopped and stared
No one even cared
But I did
Yes…
I did.

C'mon, man!
Rip it out of you,
throw it on the floor,
and stomp on it.

Cake the hole with
***
Liquor
Netflix
and a wickedly nihilistic view
of how the world works.

Watch the blood gum up
and sputter out the sides
with each step
A sticky right foot
A broken sternum
and a soul all but gone.

What are you doing today?
I'm busy watching the devil
get his due.
I'm wasting worthless, wilting words
on eyes full of planks.
Devious minds
full of tedious pranks.
It's like the whole world stopped
because some ******* broke the crank!
You asked me a question,
but I draw a blank.
Lips in a straight line
devastated by an entire lifetime
wasted building the future
With a chainsaw and a
cooked goose ice sculpture

There's nothing left
but a tub full of rainbow colored water.
There's something about smoke and mirrors
that makes the smoldering hole
in this heaving chest just a little hotter

It's a festering infection
when you're stuck staring
into a lonely crystal ball.
Reaching out for feeling,
but there's no loving
touch to turn it off.
Just a bunch of empty words
and a liar in a mirror.

We're a nation of claws and one liners
Armchair quarterbacks,
pundits,
and unnecessary viciousness

We don't communicate
We spit venom with
thick black forked tongues
coiled in corners of the internet
like little electronic vipers

We're over opinionated
reactionary haters
and unhappy children
who didn't get what they wanted
from mom at the store

We lash out every chance we get
and cut each other up
on a daily like it was nothing
hiding behind a six inch
box full of plastic, glass, and metal parts

We're our own little versions of
our own personal prison's guards
and everyone around us
is an inmate whipping boy
What a wonderful world, eh?

Never knew a sky so bright
Hands high in praise
The silver lining to a million mornings
Til the power went off anyway
Then it was dark again in your own mind

***** dusty ***** soiled dreams
wet with your spit and froth
And you would touch their secrets
without a care or a kind permission given
Without a smile
Just a *****, angry mouth
and a sinister stare

How many hundreds of flowers did you ****?
Stolen sweet scent of beauty
and serenity crushed
with the cascading cocophany
of protesting lips
The quiver and shiver of unsteady vocal chords
When she said no
you locked the doors
put her on all fours
and tainted her petals
with your
salty
oily
filth

And here you are now
with nothing to show but stems
bare and broken in a jagged fashion
You're sorry now with dead petals under your feet
and a foundation that has crumbled at its base
as you slip into a black sea with nothing to show for it
but an angry mob chasing you
to the cold, sobering waters of reality
at the bottom of the cliff
you've been perched on for so long
Your glass shattered by your own boulders