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

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!

Suicidal Sex-Fiend

exercise in exorcism
carnal demon's carpentry
stain on the carpet
tree trunk releases
mind, ha ha ha ha ha!
homosexual, homicidal
reverse and rehearse
a hearse on the highway
deliver me my carcass
deliver me my mistress

Complacent Replacement, pt. 2

sometimes a cigarette rolled too tight
goes out, and you renew the fire
i've never been so meticulous
or quite so ridiculous
in making sure
that i inhaled
all of my toxic death
and oh, my elizabeth
it all dwindled when you returned
and now that it's completely burned
the curb is reserved for the butt
of every twisted joke

Complacent Replacement, pt. 1

placate the sunlight;
sing intoxication
so then, when each bullet taken
(forsaking my heartbreak
and repressing your reprieve)
regresses -- only the lonely
autumn leaves
will throw cigarettes at you
and feed you death
come back, elizabeth

venom's temptress
snake dance: sin
a snake that just won't shed its skin

Head Monster

regrettably conscious of falsities
the vein tangibility of monstrous monstrosities
alarming a charming young prince…
without restriction; entangling his diction
doused in his morbid capacity for fiction!

pensive eyes; a vicious heartbeat
incentive? demise! catharsis complete!
ten cents more for an artist to eat
starvation beguiles all your concrete convictions
a trick is too much of a hassle, so which one?
for every white lily on which you may lay
my castle is crumbling every day!

disarm
though you're harmed,
and you're wrung,
and you're rinsed
mistakenly making a knave of your prince
your love letters scribbled
and words minced to pieces
convinced that the vulnerable live to be teased
betrothed to the loathing of owing and paying
unclothed, and so rather than knowing, you're praying

Frantic, Part Two: Vice

tumble home for an overdose
my most unfathomably irreconcilable vice
comatose; revive and roll the dice
every place looks like the destination
contamination…detour… snake eyes.
for love, i care to heal!
reciprocate the appreciation
i'm no more than achilles
you know where to aim
forget about it!
let's smile now

Frantic, Part One: Fuck!

sweaty model of a man
so enveloped by femininity
without a woman
doubts, amnesia, castration
inebriation, the ease
now! the thing about poison
is that it kills you

Ghost

courting a ghost
lazarus has too good a memory;
love is hip shaking in ecstasy
love is a birdsong on my lap
love is a leather jacket and disregard
love is an unbearable sunday morning
salsa, salsa, salami, arroz
jorge the stripper does nothing but adore you!
arrogant adonis determinist
nobody knows as much as you do
shut up! obesity is the issue at hand
i am a man
above logic, beyond me
handsome and a handful
equilibrium calls for consistency!
there's nonesuch for lovers
but you're alive again
contorting your host

Max and Malcom

faux knock bang rhythm
inverse acoustic class
observatory accountant scrolling his rewards
grease and unsettlement
alka seltzer philosophy --
outcasted by precise composition
broadway is no place for a scoundrel
and what's in a name?

Fool

a fool could feel love without thought in the night
your voice slips in my ear; i'm calm and excited
your pulse is pulsating so that i'm ignited
you twisted me up, but i tried, and i tried
and i tried, and i tried, and i tried, and i tried

your ink strokes my mind when the moon steals the day
a knot in the threads of romance could be fatal
a butterfly dancing can cause a tornado
you're kissing my cynical lips like i prayed
and i prayed, and i prayed, and i prayed, and i prayed

No Dance In New York

no dance in new york
devil in my left foot step
right, back
train tracks
slipping; angry, too fast
but i'm quick with a slick hip
crack in my brain -- no refrain
the insane are insane
and the veins, and the sweet blood
of jesus christ poured the pain
mary, joseph, the rain!
…couldn't keep me from your poison
i'd pull an oak tree out of the ground
if even weeds would poke their heads
if even me had a choice in the matter
if even me would dare to paint
without fear for all the splatter
i can only make a mess

LINE BREAK/Whiskey Sour

So, it turns out I was a ponce bitch when I was last operating this blog. I've moved along to Tumblr for the sillier thoughts; this will now be the webspace for my shitty poetry. Read it if you'd like.

Positive or negative, however, feedback is encouraged. I'm not looking to be praised, I just adore attention...in any light!

Hee-hee-ho-ha-hey!

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"Whiskey Sour"

you've twisted up both my time and my space;
mixed my whiskey sour and laced it
with honey too sweet for the bowels of a beat

i'm not softened this often,
wheezing and coughing --
i'm lying of course
and if i am dying
leave me to rest with your soul
in my coffin

in bliss and in grace