Thursday, October 12, 2017

Poppies

Poppies

It was the 60’s. It was Wisconsin. Or was it Idaho?
Small hands pruny with huckleberries. Walked along a trail by the fishing hole.
Always wanting to be alone, even at eight. But being alone,
that used to be an adventure that led to tasty morsels
Ripe and juicy like every new day
When did devouring time become so ugly and monotonous?
When did eating from the palm of nature become
Bleeding flower pods
With desperation and precision
Did you know that in between your untrained hand scrawling
your beautiful huckleberry day
And your shaking hands crawling up your arm for that warm feeling
In between that, you had a daughter? Had a son?
But. You always want to be alone

Thursday, August 25, 2016

Rosa

Rosa

Corrosive pleasures
Test your mettle
Burning holes while pushing petals
Licking cocks with soft milk tongue
Sniffing powder from fresh guns


A life alive - a head in rush
You’re flush you’re flush you’re flush you’re flush


Then come the wisps
The slow decay
The bloom was loud
The burst ablaze
Now embers circle, rounding, grey
Your mouth tastes ash
Your magic fades


A hilt a jerk a crow a bell
muted cacophony - entropy’s spell
A dewy rose now pallor touched
Your mind is splayed
Honey, you’re fucked


In dreams you whirl you piss you play
With pretty green paper and smile grenades
Your teeth are bullets that kill
Yet never again can you swill
Like the lascivious glutton, queen of the block
You drank it all in
To spit back dainty drops
So carefully dribbling away cursed life
Craving a tornado

You must settle for lice

Saturday, April 23, 2016

PPD / Macabre Affair

PPD / Macabre Affair


I am a salmon
Spawned and flitting
Pushing forward, decay spitting
Out behind the current present
Present current pulls death’s bidding

Knocking, knocking
Hear his knuckles?
Rattling happily as I buckle
Pounding, pounding
Heart and reaper
Become one; lock and keeper

I am a mantis
Who does not pray
Chomping hope of time away
Hungry, captive docile terror
Afraid of all that draws the day

Silken black holes flowing blindly
Shimmer nothing…
(the fate that binds me)
Break in this carcass, this fragile door
Leave me agape and terribly free

Relish our macabre love affair
Spurred on by youth and birth and life
Captivated by that which draws the knife
Desirous of the warrior soul laid worn and bare

Calling to us all whenever we care to hear. 

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Refusees

Refusees

We said No,
they could be terrorists, there could be terror.
We said No,
it might be dangerous, there might be danger.
We said No,
they won't take care of us, we've got to take care of us.

We know you've been bombed.
We know you've been threatened.

But, your hope takes away a little peace of mind
Yeah, your hope takes away a tiny peace of mind
ALL your hope takes away a little peace of mind

We know you've been bombed.
We know you've been threatened.

Your father's gone
and your brother's missing
your daughter went away with that boy she was kissing

Every knock could be the knock that leaves you behind

But, your hope takes away a little peace of mind
Yeah, your hope takes away a tiny piece of our mind
Screw your hope, and let me give you a piece of my mind--
FUCK your hope.

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

New Parents

New Parents


Carefully, now
this little beast
can quickly get out of hand

He roams so freely
in your arms
only for a moment

For years you thought of him
in your head a phantasm gleam
proclaiming “I am here!”

Others were never so meticulous
shouting the life of it with boisterous abandon
letting theirs claw and scheme underfoot – 'fools', you thought

What of it now? It's all dice
in the end you were but an artifice
perfect malleable silicon

Life a colorful masquerade
that retrograde, hollows itself out
for future to fill

And all of this for precedence
for air to lust for the purpose of you?

Shout now, shout now
“you are nothing but a swirl of ink
dripped from a pen trying to write
in the ocean!”