"entrail" poems
Gilded Light's iron visage--wormhole rider...
cosmic switch breaker.
Restoring Lacyrma Christi in fell swoop...
decorated to Seventh Sun, heart of Heart's
medallion.
Distilled justice, pure in action to all its
vitals...sword sharpened by thin air.
Resounding honorary--there, anywhere--
when dark tips the balance...off with what
head before eye may blink.
A wrathful entry, a peaceful exit...there is
no Art of War but through him.
Archangel Michael, giver and taker of fear...
stores Satan's eyes in his own...to
perpetually unnerve him.
Dragonslayer to the degree dragons appear
as lush foliage all the way to Heaven,
cut down...plummeting to an entrail
darkening with sleep.
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 10:29 AM UTC
Me and the homies
built
up
a foundation of beer bottles in the corner of the living
room
that slide
down
when we play our music.
It's a pyramid
of transparent brown
********** bodies.
We stick our tongues into mouths
that will never fully be
ours,
and throw each new brick in the corner
with a clink,
*******
our
pants
and waking
up
in
entrail pools
of their digested innards the next morning.
A brown shimmer
like flashlights on the lake
bounces off them
bumping against our hips
and
mesmerizes
our upper thighs
and
inner groins.
Dec 30, 2011
Dec 30, 2011 at 9:13 PM UTC
Desensitized by the sands of time
I'm abhorred you're a cultural cog
Bobbing on the surface
you find eating gulls disgusting
but don't bat an eye at nauseous oil slicks
I wish I could set it all ablaze
so we'd pick our destinies more carefully
Or more care freely
You see me as a motley mesh
Flesh covered by cloths from mismatched fads
Yet, you're a pretentious simian that's forgot our past
Just a gussied up grazer, disavowing discomfort
scoffing at any endeavor that isn't grass flavored
The chimers on the lawn are all robed outcasts
bellowing to the fodder eating fodder
the posh set the stalks to be mowed over
But for the justice of all the inside out bulls
leaving their wallets on the ground
the entrail fashion never catches on
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 7:20 PM UTC
the pup lies belly upward
to the sky
on busy road life is hard
easy to die.
no mourning ****** entrail
washed by rain
leaves no mark echoed trail
of faintest pain.
if i had stopped someday
touched it thin
lived it then in someway
on my skin.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 10:23 AM UTC
Flickering licking flames
Oozing warmth, radiating splendor
I couldn't feel the splinter in my heart
Numbness spreading silver spiderwebs
Through my toes,
The coldness blinding
So all I can see
Is the icy blue sky
Mirroring glass into
The greater expanse,
Yet the moment frost
Settles on my breath
The sun crackles,
Streaking fiery red madness
Marvelous beauty
Like veins entrail words
Of the sweetest melodies
Even on those nights
It's hard to hear
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 9:54 PM UTC
my entrail doesn't speak
she's the quietest in my body
some say i'm just too shy
some didn't know what was just happening
my stomach sharp and confused
when i taste my own i taste sour
some say i'm just a little bit ill
some doesn't know what has been happening
when i'm weak i can buy junk food all i want
i can walk in the streets and face the boys in the stalls
still, my entrail doesn't speak
she's the quietest in my body
so forget the sweat, forget the spit
i'm saving my eyes for the street
i'm harming my earth for my heart
i feel the most calm when i drive fast
my eyes become a black hole as i speed
i swallow traffic accidents like religious scientist
across my window a drive thru fast-food restaurant
my entrail doesn't speak
she's the quietest in my body
my eyes become a black hole as i speed
to a secret cult i must be guided
i swallow traffic accidents like religious scientist
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 1:19 AM UTC
Ever been Mad?
And nothing
Helps.
You write and scribble, listen to the
Music
Through headphones
Bleeding Sound
Like thoughts
All of everything, does not seem
To quite
Fit
Cause your Mad, Crazed and
Glazed like a donut wanton
Temptation to be eaten
With your soft wet
Lips.
Something you just get out of your head.
Canines ******* red jelly, ripping entrail by sugary
Entrail. Yet you are still Mad
Furious
As hounds of Baskerville, mysterious misery
You are humanity.
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 3:03 AM UTC
the night before
the moon grew bold
I felt the darkness
move in from above
in ominous grey
opaque
it reached for me
half asleep, I
acquiesced
relinquished
pillowy clutch
splayed sheets
like legs
for his
chatter bones to chill
where my sallow
is tissue thin
his hail knuckles
affixed to wet tongue
drug me to the floor
raking my hollows
over and over
reeling terrors
on sepia filmstrip
some scenes repeating
some to-fro rewound forward
some hovered gory ending:
frigid tools cutting
to expose my insides
stirring entrail with bone
tugging ruddy strings
to see what sounds
they made as I
buckled; choked
on my leaks
I closed my eyes
tried to escape body
but he projected on
my shuttered
darting
knotting esophagus
around the backbone
fingerpainting my end
on worn flesh walls
in char-red spectrum
choreographed in
perfect harmony
with rote fear
chanting
*this is how
you die -
alone*
I felt it all
happening.
dangling my happy
memoirs with nooses
ungraceful reanimating
decayed draggy dancing
Xs where bright eyes
were once upon
and wide
open
every ache and
smothered secret
chirped by dark faeries
too quick to swat
but when all
the pushed down
were given mallets
they crescendoed
into discordant jarring
and in its peak came
a piercing shriek:
so loud -
all stilled
to look around
I couldn’t tell
if the voice
was him
or me
but after terror climaxed
the hear ripped and
grip released
I allowed myself
to loosen, breathe
headthrob slowly
melded into felt
beats:
limbs and tips
all pulsing
relief
and I
could see
no one was there
but me.
wielding expertly
book in my own hand
thick with tested maps
to exquisitely torture
every tenuous strand
in my fragility
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 12:45 PM UTC
life is easiest when you're thinking of
not what is
or what was
but when you think of all the
good that may entrail your journey
it is just the beginning
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 10:39 PM UTC