"phenol" poems
twitchy sniffly noses
silky bracelets woven
a sennight of whispers
and soft rains fallen
bones strident ringing
skins slow submerging
bloodshot eyes and
star-shot skies and
cheekbones shrouded
in staling chlorine
sneaking syrup smiles
under honey gold
four tonics drowned
to fight off the cold
and fast fortune-telling
for finites foretold
trace the lines and
face the folds, please
hold both palms closer
but leave them closed
twitchy ditzy fingers
***** rings unspooled
a sennight of stories
and sinking in pools
bones washed in phenol
skins slick like ferrule
bloodshot minds and
star-shot why’s and
wisteria lips speckled in
the warmest shade of cool.
Jan 26, 2022
Jan 26, 2022 at 8:01 PM UTC
A million love songs later,
A thousand romantic movies later,
I realized,
I don’t really love you like that.
I love you like shattered glass.
I love you like that wound on my palm.
I love you like pain.
I love you in so many different ways.
I love you like a dead bird.
I love you like art absurd.
I love you like slit wrists.
I love you like that bottle of phenol.
I love you in so many destructive ways.
I love you like broken hearts.
I love you like crazy ***
I love you like my cheap whiskey.
I love you like everything that isn't meant to be.
I love you in so many ***** ways.
But I couldn't love you any less.
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 9:43 AM UTC
No more long stares
spent phenol syringes fresh on the streets,
barbiturated ruffians riddled,
denizens lost into this killing machine,
over dosed on Laudanum yesterday's ***** with temerity to spare,
turns tricks down
tomorrow someone laugh and high kick her,
those new Barista Gangsters , their marketing strategy
stretches the mind,
enough to **** a healthy Ox.
Lean close and hear
this requisitioned block is a pleasure dome
suitable for gilded beautification.
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 2:02 PM UTC
This world is running 'round,
Further out of my control.
In everyone's tears, drowned.
Coursing in my blood, runs phenol.
Burning everywhere I go,
That poisonous mix pumps.
Seeping through icy veins so slow,
Making me a useless fleshy clump.
They see me running, screaming
****** ****** in this awful town.
With great force from within, beaming
These filthy lies in full meltdown.
Yet, no one sees my frightful scene.
How can they? I'm sitting alone.
This moment, so wretchingly serene.
Still, my life is coming unsewn.
I feel it laying down now,
My life, so quietly it snaps.
So regally it suffers, I must bow,
For this substance causes collapse.
Burning inside I smile, so small,
Thinking of the glorified cause.
I gave up, taking this horrified fall
And making it to life's last pause.
Mar 8, 2011
Mar 8, 2011 at 5:50 PM UTC