We have a name for everything.
This thing in which we exist is
called life. Like tadpoles exist in
a shallow creek swimming
among their gods.
Like fields of poppies
swim among the wind in
their own piece of heaven.
As rivers flow gently or angry
over the banks to punish those
who try to contain it.
This thing that we name.

Clock ticks
hearts beat
love decays
into retreat
always seeks
younger skin
vampire love
begins again.

I'll bring all
our dreams
when I die
no what or why.
Just pieces
of us to try
again on the
other side.

I play the game my own.
Love never breaks me.
I break my heart alone.
Always set myself free.

I tried so hard to ***.
It doesn't work now.
I almost broke my neck
seeking *** somehow.

What about the children?
You **** a new ******
and leave us orphans.
Soon enough we'll be dust.
Children's cries are mute
in lust's thick walls.
  I put them in orphanage
while I suicide every
  night but still wake in
unwanted mornings with
  ugly sunlight bathing my
bitter coffee I stir you into.

I exploded into my life
born in fierce storms
of light and thunder
faceless light aliens
clean me and fit my
blue straight jacket
hand me to the stranger
they call her mother
who comforts me forever,
if snake eyes roll never.
nothing seems to matter
her spoiled breast milk
nothing worth a splatter.
Conflicted addicted real
world **** we live in curse
offer ******* to buy a shot
and beer and call it commerce.
Stay drunk and no worse to feel.