Tuesday, August 29, 2017

Wash Out Your Mouth

Cantankerous, dream-walking
Sly, moth-mouthed, sleep-talking
You’re still in the picture: too still.
You cross my mind in meter
Lye-sucking, soapy cheater
Inching your way across the chill.

Arsenic pearls, around her cold neck
Sweeping fingertips, making me feel sick
The weather is fairing fine for foaming deluge.
Cyanide diamond rings
Dripping between her teeth

Head buried deep in the lap of Luxury.

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

The Sender Is Not Dead!

A typical morning you’ll find me in bed
Wrapped up with monsters that stalk through my head
Don’t worry, they’re friendly, they talk in my sleep
They do the crying while I do the creep

They don’t ever question if I’m okay
That’s alright; I don’t have much to say
Empty promises can’t hurt me anyway
At least that’s what I’ve told myself to say

Something in the dark window
My face; the monster rattles the glass in my bones
My heart, its' beats, the call of the beast
There’s something inside of me wanting release

Your words bouncing off empty walls, your tongue playing dead,
I’m sick of the illness, the truth running red-
There is a sickly-sweet silence that washes our bed
I’m drowning out arrogance; the demons you’ve bred

Careful not to lose my head
I’ve been this close comatose, the cancer’s been fed-

I’ve been tripping on the mend

Return to sender, this is not what I meant!

I'd rather be dead!
I'd rather be dead!

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Abattoir Memoirs

She picked you from the crop
Culled you with her scythe
Popped you from the bud
With her hunting knife
You gave her all control -
Made you bleed in the sand
Under the summer sun
And her chain of command

Just how long did it take you to fall
From the tree you grew so tall?
You found her lies at the root of cause
Coiled, the snake with open jaws.

How many times did it take for you to cave?
When the crows were lying in wait for mistakes.
Any hair, any line, any moan out of place,
Could send them in a boiling rage.
Which one told you to cave?

Ambling toward the abattoir
You’ve grown complacent
To her witchery, her charms
You struggle to place it
But she has you ensnared
A bull in a yolk
And with those dirty hands
I promise you’ll choke

Just how long did it take for you to see
How her sultry eyes have sewn the seeds of treachery?
If you foundher dead- bullet in the head,
You'd reminisce the times you bled.

All for her.

Unfuck her.
Remove her stain.
She’s on my mind, inside my brain
I’m going insane
I feel insane
There’s nothing that can soothe the pain.
Remove her stain
Remove her stain from inside my brain.

I’m going fucking insane.