Oh grudges how much I hate you
Ruining people's live
Is that so fun to you ?
Oh bummers

Oh grudges, can we stop this game ?
You're hurting me and my friend
With wound and scars that is never healed
Why Imprint everyone's mind with hatred and guilt?

Oh grudges, why are you so wicked?
Stop playing with my heart
Like a toy, it breaks
Stop hiding and go away.

I do not need you in my life
For as long as I live
I just want peace and quiet
Is that just so hard to give ?

on a hot summerday
jumping in an open field
one little blade of grass
with a name on it

why do i see it from this far?

it might not exist
i pull it out of the ground
exterminate
as soon as possible

...

The hour is slim!
the time to entwine
with her
and with advantage
inhale
the heavy offering
from between the jaws
of her open thighs.

Persephone's tasty flesh
renders her cleft
of wet truth-
she can slake this thirst-
can assuage my ache
when, enthralled against
the serpent earth,
with legs knotted,
we lay tangled
in ancient ruin.

words and foto  Tommy Carroll
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Whence the saint felt himself
Aggrieved by the sinuous blight
His apostles stood meek
Bequeathed off consensus malign
And its weight so foreboding
His shoulders denied

Ever so slight

And the ***** cursed her bane
As inimical smites bore her brain
She spoke in a slur
"Tug on my nape as you pierce me this night,
So a passage may emerge
From this face you despised"

*Ever so slight

So fast we rush into night
And wisdom only gets older
Ones that love you the most
Can give the coldest shoulders
Wore your heart til the rust chipped
So damaged it must get reprimanded
Couldn't stand it
The gravity pulling planets
Galactic destruction
Just a gift from the heavy handed
Enough is enough
The words are venom the sentence tragic
Dissolved into earth
Right next to coffins and broken canvas
A masterpiece
Could have grabbed it but you went for gold
Realized what you could have had as it turned into coal

black spaces
crawling across the palms
of my hands
i reach into the sink and try to scrub
them off
but tattoos can only be covered
by makeup
ink drips out off of my tongue
i cover my mouth
but it seeps through my fingers and
out onto your heart
burning away the veins and muscles
of your loved ones
poison in your vessels instead of
blood
i'm sorry,
i thought i was helping you
my ***** palms reach out to keep
you standing but you fell to
the ground
its like every time i try to hold you
up
you fall deeper into the salty
oceans of tears and waves of
sorrow
swallowing you up
my boat isn't strong enough
and it crushes you
every single time
i let my hand out and
open my mouth
the lies escape
along with the happiness
that never bloomed
maybe it's my fault
that you were desperate for help
in the first place.

Go walk the streets of dust city remains
where fragments of your rubble houses linger.
Feel the bleach injected in your veins
as you press the jutting steal against your fingers.

A glittering tornado tears aged bricks away
and new pristine white walls strike you down blind.
Where wooden skeletons of homes gave way,
now empty windows flash down the street side.

When your lungs are poisoned by the disinfectant breeze
and you kneel down to cough on grimy cracked concrete,
when the toxins take you and hands start to seize
lay your worn head down and feel your city’s fading heartbeat.

What kind of people spit on the condemned
and cover up the suffering with phony plastic gems?