Answer your phone,
Oh I got a question for you
And I can’t wait to hear the echo
Of your answers ricochet through your lungs
I’m hoping you can play the game.

Am I outside your front window?
Or in the crawlspace in your parent’s attic?
Can you hear me in your television
Or does the tape tracking leave a static
Disconnect from your mesmeric dance
Please don’t leave me on read, pick up your phone
I need to know, I need to know.

Am I the cold of a closet void?
Do you see me staring at you with my mouth agape
I’m impatiently pacing the patience within me
Just to hear you answer and ask me please,
Agony in black cotton and latex,
And I guess I’m as aroused as you’d expect
Foreplay until the sharp licks the skin
And I’m bathing in your warm red ichor
Answer the phone Sid, I need to know, I need to know


What is your favorite scary movie?

Scream for me,
Scream,
Scream loud
Scream sayonara
Scream sweet Sidney, scream
For me.

What’s your favorite scary movie?

my eyelids adorned with lead lashes
they sink into the depths unknown
helpless against sleeps ceaseless current
i am swept into its abyss
where darkness swallows all

As a child
I hid under my covers,
Fearing the monsters of the night
Lurking beneath my bed.

But now they live in my mind,
Crawling through the cracks,
Festering— even in the sun’s warmth.

No blanket can shield me.
No lamp, no lullaby.

I close my eyes
But still, they linger.

Try living in paradise

Still recovering from trauma

Thinking about the ones left behind



Feeling sun on brown skin

While buildings burn down

Today was like any other



Enjoying cool ocean waters

While salt washes festering wounds

Fresh flesh like grapefruit is pink



Looking to the distant stars

Trampling on growing daisies

Only to lay in a field of them



Howling loud at worship

While fearing the whites of saved eyes

Lift every voice and sing



To dance and to be joyful

While quakes lulls sleeping babies

When the dust settles what remains

I thought my enemies
trying to destroy me,
but they wanted me
to seek help to believe.
A rotten apple falls from a tree,
and gut feelings will perceive
and can  one day becomes fresh
and I'll be holy to one to relish.

The night is born prematurely,
Becoming one in blistering winds,
The dark crawls,

And the snow falls.

The gallant wings of beauty,
Besieged by winters bellows,
Left to death as the crow calls,

And the snow falls.

The lonesome oaks tremble,
Bare in the white of creeping cold,
Creaking as they are raked by squalls,

And the snow falls.

darkness wears two faces
one is void and empty
cold and harsh
leaving nothing
but you and your loneliness
the other is warm and permeates
it engulfs you entirely
cradling you in its arms
lulling you to sleep
humming its tender silence

Woke up with the moon
You could say

Everything was merry
Full of life and energy

Pessimist me was locked

Optimism all the way through

Should have known its short lived

Now it's late

And just as its dark

So are my emotions

All the expectations I had

For me and others
Just doesn't cut it anymore

In the end its me Pessimist me

So goodnight I say
For today is done

If I was born alive,
then why am I in chains,
the depravity of a slave
in the mud as it rains.

A choice I was not given,
sent to hell & not the heavens
since the birth of my brown eyes
that changed to green as hope dies
Irony to the trees and petals that fly.

The beautiful baby becomes obscure
Timed well on death's watch schedule
Will I go to hell or rejoin this matrix
created by a genius with computer magic.

I was born dead as the infant alive,
Only reached lows until I took my highs
Fingers can point and I have to laugh
It won't be long till you feel the aftermath.

AI will take over your hard earned learning
You'll be laid off though hard at working
Machines can do what you do 24 hours
I really hate to tell the truth this sour.

I believe this is already our hell,
and soon we'll rot in our cells
The dozens of elites will be the Gods,
over the left-over scraps of dogs.