No wonder you are just an illusion,
Forming a shape
Making it hard to believe,
That once you were just a shade.

Mocking and mimicking
My fantasies
That were merely and truly,
Tales of yours
In the orchid of mine.

As daylight dies the night falls—
Like a widow’s veil
And dark lacquered walls turn lilac,
By the pale of moonlight,
I wail in howling thrusts
Lycanthropic ******* sounds
As fangs pang a hunger
Vibrating in concerto,
Down to the core erupting like Vesuvius
I lament with lavish tongue licking lips.

A lich, courage upon the rift
As the stars, they shift
Patterns to illustrate the cosmic maw
In awe, enthralled, nocturnal
Heading the barn owl’s call
I am but a man undone
Remade chimera,
He’ll hound and bound to burn
But here I yearn among the tenebrous limbs of deadened trees
In a forest that whispers my dreams

I lament, in hopes the sun will shine
And char my unfeeling flesh
I digress, as the meat will keep
In the cold I breathe
A toast to thee! In ichor filled glass
Silken sanguine liquid kissing my throat
Coating organs to feign alive.

I, one of the children of the night,
Shall sing you lullabies
With the sweet music that I make!

As the Mordant liquor of tears
Inspire spirits—
I’ll drink in rousing cheers
For an eternity that better eluded me
Until I found the western shore,

I am the storm,
Godspeed on the devil’s thunder,
I come as primal, a beast reborn.

I will always wait for you.
I will be sitting on the off-white wooden chair in my off-yellow painted room staring at my off-color smartphone screen while I wait for your reply to a message I sent you fifteen minutes ago.


I will always wait for you.
I will still be standing by the table we sit at with all our friends at lunch 
twenty seconds after the bell has rung while you zip up your backpack
then walk with me towards class.


I will always wait for you.
I will be bending over the road, craning my neck to look for the garish yellow bus 
and your silhouette trudging up the hill but if I don’t see you in the next two minutes
slowly meandering down to look for you will be my next job.


I will always wait for you.
I will run over when I see your face all ******, body barely moving
lying on the road, then all of a sudden taken away I’ll completely forget today’s science test and 
run as hard as I can towards the hospital.


I will always wait for you.
I will remember that it has been ten years today and the feel tall grass tickling my ankles as I walk,
bowing their heads in sorrow. I’ll bring you a sunflower, the first one grown at the new house, then
sit beside your weather-worn stone 
and wait.

My one regret is the bloodline I derived from
I’m not a pedigree or a monkey’s uncle
My father is a penniless swami
My mother is a peace creep
We live up the river,
near a civil war battle ground
When there is a downwind,
the water has a polluted, toxic smell
A few years ago, I needed a pair of glasses
Never received them,
No insurance, no money!
My mother ***** slapped me a few times,
thinking that would help straighten my eyes out
Now I have short eyes!
****, she’s dumb.
My brother, who is three years younger,
Is a laughing child
Anything someone says, or does, he laughs
Through the years he was whipped, punched, beaten and dragged in the mud by a horse
he’d still get up and laugh
One bizarre thing he still does is hover on the side of the outhouse
He enjoys listening to someone **** or ****
I call him the bathroom slunk
Growing up over here is rough
We have a dead car,
that sits on bricks waiting for a set of tires,
and an engine
The trailer we live in,
is a ramshackle nightmare
Lots of junk and brick-a-brac’s,
decorate this two room trailer
We do breed chickens
Were all chicken lovers
Chicken for lunch, dinner, as a pet and for target practice
Easter Sunday is around the corner
We don’t attend church or get all dressed up
Our Uncle who lives down the river,
Takes his small, dilapidated boat and docks near our place
We call him the pirate, since he has a wooden leg,
and always wears a black eye patch
He’ll bring nothing but himself for our Easter dinner
Overall, I’m a pretty happy kid
In a better world I would just like to have something besides chicken for dinner.

For those I hate
******* hell
Beneath the skin
An open wound
Thirsty for blood
Hunger for flesh
Scattered carnage
Wriggling torsos
Pungent, infested disease
Brain candy for dessert
Vomiting repugnance
To die again