Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Between Us

unholster your pistol
the grotesque creature
alone; our serene illusion
its very own poetic niche
set your sights, cock
and please, please,
please don't kill me too

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Loyal Family

there will always be a holocaust
and the cruel cost of comfort may
leave you nothing but a walking amphetamine
drowning your pleasures in the egotistical
machinations of your divine imagination
dreadfully slow, you phoenix!
repulsed by foals and the other tyrannosaurus castrati
hate will only compel your body to swell
so the naughty distractions divide you...
subtraction is useless, really!
and you can't find your god dying to
claim the church altar for your rock and roll
oh, troubled soul
instill your faith in the afterlife, after life
moments are composed of thoughts
and thoughtless satisfaction isn't worrisome
if you are absorbed by southern poets
and maternal loyalty
and saints who remind you
that your horror scope is simply your own
for purity does exist
ecstasy is someone who will get lost with you
even if you're seeking a different heaven
and the bleeding will cease
even if you can't find bandages
in a doctor's dwellings

Hypochondriacs

well, you and my mother are both hypochondriacs
except that you're terribly sick and she's sickeningly terrible
with reprieve, however, i love her you know; the both of them
love their greens, to give or just to save…i'd have it either way.

so some solutions seem sorry since she said so long
like livid lemons leaving literate limeys to sing loving songs
a planned walk to pry you
and to throw lust at your cool thing
though you can't talk like i do,
and i know just what you're doing.

a venomous moonshine that casts all its glare
upon every lover too lonely and scared
to love like a fool in the den of a lion
a necklace of meat, with a wood stool to try and
defend a heart in repair -- stayed jaded, so how
could it care to have faded?
i'm not buying it. you're not crying enough!
i'm not drying up…you pay attention too much!
to lay without tension and such! now you allow
it inside, and with pride for your good,
understood? there's no if, ands, or buts, or an
iffy butt and so what if originally you were
supposed to have met me beneath mistletoe?
then, mama, where would you go?
well, mama, then let me know.
just waiting for my sentencing
as different as a glass of water

Royal Family

i'll spit on you all
and laugh as the acid
burns, and your pale cream-
caramel skin bubbles
gone, gone, gone, and so long!
tears mean little at gunpoint
and failure is a vile parasite
so by god, crawl! crawl! your
tricky trigger triggered the fall
the messiah before you, and paul
left to squirm on his stage
enjoying his spoils, a knife-bandit
and it is such a pity for my first
precious princess, to witness you mauling
the royal blood, so thin! so
i wince as she hides -- now a siren…
and i'm not dying at all.

Memorial

harmony in the cold, cold crowd
the loudest scoundrel whines and howls
our dearest accomplices accomplished
all that they could, and would
you care to know that you've got no
reason to be scared? no treason!
despair only slows your digestion
and to answer your question:
they left you behind to leave me alone
between a snake dance, who'd sit
on this throne?

we've casted too many magic tricks
for anything to ever be nothing
why frown when you sit atop
the most beautiful piece of my heart?
the prince is only sleeping.

Thanksgiving

sure, blood keeps you warm
an alternative to grapevines
red on my teeth
and your half-hearted heart attacks
splattered upon my foolish gaze

twisted royalty behind the curtain
an arsonists' loyalty now uncertain
a ship forgone along the docks
its captain squirming as the clock
goes tock and tick, throws a fit, and tickles fickle
ways of sticking to it and sticking it to
his old, ghoulish ways

Cake

step back twice baby, give it a whirl
and these painkillers could ruin a girl!
dance; always dancing, and sinking, and twirling
last chance, a rose and a pearl
for my darling, oh!

i just don't want to stop loving you...

nevermind, won't find a root canal now
blind mice breed lonely inside of the shower
laugh; always laughing, and sassing, and pouting
after this, there won't be doubts
in my mind, and yet

i just don't want to stop loving you!