at the very least
my corpse
will have a brand new pair
of shoes
Predisposed
no one looks
to see the restive seas
left in their wake
for if they saw
the sorrow sowed
the past would thus be reaped
to sympathize with captors
of one’s verity unveiled
only validates the fate
from which we flee
and so our sacrosanct delusions
pave these wonted paths we tread
nevermind the methods
for what better victim could exist
apart from one whose woeful plight
is readily compounded
Sharing Is Caring:
Cabal
maybe we are
alone
or too afraid
to ever find out
from fertile well
to fallow grave
neath the shadow
of futility
hold me now
lest we fail
to forget
Sharing Is Caring:
To the Wind
these idle hands shall drive
this dagger
deep into forsaken dreams
by its blade
my beating chest
will bleed the only way
back home
blessed not
are witnesses
confined to open mind
through eyes
bloodshot
behind broken glass
where i have come
to live
alone
at long last
no more questions
asked
just cast my spirit
to the wind
Sharing Is Caring:
With Forgiveness
the pen applies pressure
another pin drops
smoke-addled sheets glow dull
by the piercing
and this pill bottle pillow
will not stop depleting
falling behind
in my faint affirmation
felt quaint
for a time
ere the choice was enshrined
in the cistern that once kept
a lone shelf sericious
the everlasting symbol
of souls dispossessed
a relic
of semblant self-bastardization
now stripped
of its nuance
in white light evinced
burning sooth to the touch
like a trembling torch
treads the catacombs of consciousness
chasing each thread
to its one and only known end
like the sins sung
for higher
the hour knew
my name
it was he
whose idle hands and bared arms
bore me witness
and i
who must writhe
with forgiveness
Sharing Is Caring:
Face to Face
once
i saw you
as complex
now
i see
you have a complex
maybe
we could start
a complicated situation
or take the task on
turning karmic keys
from inside out
it would surely
be a waste
to curl into these coils
not knowing
besides,
something feels familiar
when we stand here
face to face
Sharing Is Caring:
Flash of Youth
i recall the days of youth
an uncouth lad was i
shy and serious
yet, kinda wild
not gonna lie
often, i engaged in things
i still cannot believe
like the time my friend and i
simply decided to unsheathe
and nonchalantly saunter
through our local neighborhood
ringing random doorbells
when they answered, there we stood
emboldened by the moment
our gymnophily grew brazen
and who could blame us
our taut buns looked so fuckin’ amazin’
this truth inspired our finest hour
straight struttin’ through those Oregon streets
the main road into town
had never witnessed such a wanton treat
until, when out of nowhere
headlights flashed our supple flesh
the cops had lain in wait
in flagellation, we then fled
curiously~, these two cops
maintained a passive pace
i guess the thought of catching up
was more than they could take
in the final stretch
there stood a ditch of epic peril
treacherous coils of raspberry bushes
near rent us sterile
somehow, we arose upon the path
that held our freedom
but not without the creepy guy next door
taking it all in
once inside the house
we made our way into the back room closet
huddling together
hoping no one would thus spot us
well, they did indeed
thanks to our nosy neighbor’s snitching ways
and after everything
the cop had only but one thing to say
“in seventeen years on this job,
i swear i’ve never seen
such a sight so odd, one hesitates
to fathom what it means”
“are you for real?!” we scoffed
for then most awkward did we feel
it seemed he sought to shame us
so we’d keep our bits concealed
this story is as true to life
as any i have ever told
but keep in mind
the fact that, back then
i was just fifteen years old
i may be prone
to reckless whimsy
{thinking}…if they only knew…
if you should stick around a bit
i might reveal myself to you
.
.
.
wait, not like that . . .
Sharing Is Caring:
Heedless Hours
abandon now
all conscious thought
dispel this land
its woeful squalor
bask in the bourasque
unbridled
undulate
in throes of twain
breathless
are these heedless hours
freedom
doth thy loom bequeath
for not this
the skies allude naught
wrought with writhing
without end
lairs of loss
layered esoteric
fall as life
in sun’s disclaim
restive lips
unveil thy visage
save me
from this coiled ruse
Sharing Is Caring:
The >Stuff<
you know what?
fuck it!
gimme that perm.
life’s too short
to play it straight.
tease it
crimp it
crop and primp it.
make them hate me.
so much that i look so hawt
they’ll have to stop
and call upon the S.W.A.T. Team.
but all they’re gonna catch
are sequined trails
an epic fail
prismatic
watch
as they become ensnared within
my layered lair of Aqua-Net®.
the fumes alone
will linger
longer than the limpest lover’s last goodbye.
and boi-o-boi
will they be high.
me?
i never touch the stuff . . .
[image credit: Loius Wain]
Sharing Is Caring:
Mine Intention
thou art the envy
of heavenly stars
whose gaze fixed upon thee
reins riotous seas
the soundest of reason
behind rising suns
spurring perilous prose
with auspicious caprice
heedless arils of time
lain afoot, torn asunder
speak poignancy of seed
sowed from soot into sorrow
to yarrow twice plucked
from the pillow of nephthys
in the argent amidst
quietus voids of chaos
i moor as a moon
mired by known nemeses
sired by forces
to suffer in disharmony
it is only thy sophrosyne
rays of redeeming
e’er beaming thy beacon
have i but this voice
though i may be remiss
in this desolate ardor
i pray mine intention
evinces suffice
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