Monthly Archives: October 2013
Soul Guitar
She strummed her guitar, and it wailed so sweetly, ethereal, airy, and heavenly.A sadness so sharp, and deep, it cut so minutely. That guitar, that rested so gently; tan overlaid with fresh country roses, reaching around the sound hole.She strummed a melancholy … Continue reading
Lip Lash
I know you want me to.But, I am warning you. I will tear my tongue out and lash you with it. A bloody torrent, whip spraying goreunleashed, and reached into every corner of your soul wet and wanting.
New Red Order
The organs rang out in clamorous harmony…An ode to silent horror in sound. Then it rained blood and all the animals drowned. Their bloated corpses float along the avenues. They float in from leaning, leafless woods. From windowless homes.Crows sit on the … Continue reading
Love Blindness
You’ve become obsessed. A love sick puppy.I want to see as you see; love as you love. There are loose strands dangling from my aorta longing for a connection. I took out a pen knife and cut out your eye. Placed … Continue reading
Leaden
Last night, I walked through a field of dead Angels, their halos tarnishing before my eyes, yellowed blood leaking from theirs. From the floating orbital – street lamp – orbs, hung Cherubs, with pieces or parts missing. The heavenly whiteness … Continue reading
Crimson Spades
We were meant to be. But, not like that. Not alive. Vivacious. Now the only thing keeping me from you,is my spade keeping your head from your shoulders, from your heart.Tears of blood streak your cheeks. Rubies on your lips. I … Continue reading
Hypodermia
They drag me away, kicking and screaming, white coat ghosts, pale and diaphanous, every time we say goodbye. They come straight, jacketed jackals, salivating hypodermic. They wrench our arms apart. Orderly drag me away. You stand there, and stare. Emotionless. … Continue reading
Leaden
Last night, I walked through a field of dead Angels, their halos tarnishing before my eyes, yellowed blood leaking from theirs. From the floating orbital – street lamp – orbs, hung Cherubs, with pieces or parts missing. The heavenly whiteness … Continue reading
Surreal Mornings
All my silhouette limbs lever suns in heavy penumbras and reach distances far beyond my sight. While the heads that face north from my knees scream in bending agony, clod hopping and scraped from the gravel breakfasts they yearn for. … Continue reading
People Aren’t People Anymore
I lay me flat, and roll along, a jelly fish spread, within a whale’s song. I jolt and flit, and flop, and fleet, pushing my way along the street. They are cautious, and they are weary, the hated jolts; electric, … Continue reading
Poetry in the Dark 