"horrorshow" poems
I n t h e m o r n i n g , i j u m p o u t o f b e d
i t s a f u n n y t i m e f o r m e
b r e a k t h e b r a n d n e w d a y a c r o s s m y c h e s t
j i n g l e t h e b e l l f o r a c u p o f t e a
i l a y b a c k a n d r e a d s o m e o f a b o o k
t u r n t h e p a g e s l a z i l y
l i s t e n t o t h e s o n g i w a n t t o h e a r
g o a b o u t m y t e a w i t h c a r e
b y t h e l u n c h h o u r i h a v e s a t a r o u n d
l i t t l e j o u r n e y s h e r e a n d t h e r e
f o o d i s m a d e w i t h p l e n t y l e f t t o s h a r e
w i n e a n d o t h e r g o o d t h i n g s t o o
w h a t a p l e a s a n t t i m e o f y e a r , b y j o v e
t h e s k y i s s i n g i n g o u t f o r j o y
t h u n d e r i n g t y p h o o n s
l i t t l e m a r b l e s r o l l i n g o n t h e f l o o r
w e a r e l o o s i n g t h e m w i t h g l e e
o h w h a t a l o v e l y d a y
w h a t a l o v e l y d a y i t i s t o d a y
o h w h a t a l o v e l y w a r
w h a t a l o v e l y w a r t o d a y
w h a t a l o v e l y s m e l l
s m e l l o f f i r e c r a c k e r s i n t h e h a y
Mar 20, 2012
Mar 20, 2012 at 8:53 PM UTC
(insert generic death metal song title here one)
Human blood bath
Soak in ********* and human waste
Got a taste for the diseased human race
Acid melting face
Drink from the spewing flesh
Gurgle and gargle to the dying beat
Of a victims last gulp of tarnished breath
(insert generic death metal song title here two)
Skull cracked and bleeding
Blood **** filled wounds seeping
Immaculate Christ unjaded
Aborted abortion
Born and bathed in afterbirth
Blown and constipated in foreign ***** matter
Torn from arms of zombie flesh
Decaying in the hot summer sun
Baked in the hot summer sun
(insert generic death metal song title here three)
Trash my intended victim with nothing better to do
Than torture **** **** and torture some more
Death does not last in the flesh
Emancipated from life
Just a breath away from dying
Hang on to the threads of the noose
Strangulating the frustrating last gasp of air
Torture **** **** and torture some more
Out of boredom and out of time
Boredom kills
You better watch out
I’m coming for you
(insert generic death metal song title here four)
Hollow eye sockets
Wretched
Reeking
Filthy ****
Plastered on crimson caked hands
****** dirt beneath the fingernails
Scratches scraped in the walls
From bodies dragged thru the hall
Down the stairs to the killing room
Meat hook art show of disembodied
And disemboweled corpses
Dismembered in some horrorshow freakshow
Bowl of human remains cooked on the stove
For this years All-You-Can-Eat chili fest
Lick savory lips with salted tongue
Hunger pains from cannibalistic urges
The brain tastes best when paired with a good wine
Eat, drink, and be merry
Tomorrow you’re on the menu
Sep 17, 2011
Sep 17, 2011 at 2:23 PM UTC
If even for one second
you understood
what you've seen
standing
right in front of you
you wouldn't scream
or pinch yourself
like a subconscious pilot
trying to eject from your dreams
Leave upon leaf peeled back
like the paint that coats the walls
of this mostly silent building
that surrounds you
like a grafitti covered
**** stained nightmare
of petting
and favor games
The digital ******
horrorshow stage
Lights, action,
put some tape
over your camera
Set your microphone in flames
It's impossible to track
the truth
even though it died
bound and naked
but they forgot
where they buried it
You've seen it
just like me
I know you have
Don't worry
that pervasive feeling
of sickening intoxication
wears off in a year or twenty.
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 12:26 AM UTC
Earthen desires,
these are diamonds,
that shield our veiled eyes,
trance like sheathed sward,
hidden in the mantle,
a top the mountain,
creatures lurk atop,
Deviled in the mist,
splattered in Lumios,
The crone and spit;
they really are a horrorshow,
Straggling around,
hovering,
hurtling toward,
*Unknown Territory!
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 10:17 PM UTC
I am a beginning and I am an end
I am a stream of consciousness and
I am my own lack of surprise
Manifested into a walking horrorshow wondering
where it went wrong.
Watching the birdwatchers checking for watches
They know no time with enough patience to share
Little smiles of knowing more than you
The ones who found what they were looking for
in the trees and canopies and little handbooks and scientific names
Flightless birds waiting to be classified
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 7:09 PM UTC
Little bit of bitter then add the sweet to take the sting away,
Life is, and no spoonful of medicine can lessen it;
Mary Poppins pills to make the pain go away now.
Self medicate and try to keep it down;
Barbie and Ken, with detachable black eye and whiskey bottle.
Another household horrorshow right outside my window but if it's not on the media, how can I tweet at ya, to show you how much I care and how much I support the police at least until it's the hounds released at me.
More bad news and the death rate increases but by a show of support I can get my heart rate down to walk by my ex; jealous with his new ***** or so I call her.
This is the new addiction, we're all showing we to care to care and an equal sign that means peace,
safety pin it to our shirts to show we're there.
The only safety I need is on my gun, now I got a box for my son because he shot his mother in the head, I should've stressed gun safety to him, he'll get the hang of it when he starts school next year. Now the boy is a soldier, fighting for peace, some love him, some hate him. I just want him alive, but if he dies, he'll die like a hero and if he washes out early- I have no son.
Intent doesn't matter, only actions show character. That's what I call a disgrace, which is why I wear a mask, to show my true face. Hiding in plain sight is the best kind of disguise, but you can tell a storied life from the depth of my eyes.
So Mary Poppins pills and it's just the way, a little bit of salt and sugar to start my day.
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 5:36 PM UTC
I have too much compassion for all of this dark.
As if within the turmoil, someone's playing a harp.
Like Beethoven in the most horrorshow happenings.
I try to re-sort things but amidst the chaos, I can't help just laughing.
A person is a silly thing.
Burkowski had a bird, I think I may too. I feel my true smilings, it has to be true.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 2:22 AM UTC