Wrought with Misery

silence ever
bleeds eternal

on such
darkened eves

huddled
in the farthest
reach

of hidden
memories

barren conscience
lies below

where
shallow whispers
breathe

brandishing
the burdens
buried ‘neath
a bed of leaves

once
shone verdant
in their glory

now tinged
with decay

tucked
in scattered layers

singed
in tattered
disarray

everything
that mattered

faded
in a distant scene

drifting
into nonexistent

narratives
serene

pages bare
the words
unspoken

waging wars
unseen

wading
in the erstwhile
waters

wrought
with misery

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Fancy Free

When life doth air too serious
So weary I become
My notions turn nefarious
To whimsy, I succumb

I then proceed to longeth p’ruse
My Frederick’s catalogue
To sate my need for silken rouge
And frilly lace corsage

Of course they must be crotchless
Lest I err a thoughtless cad
And should I dare wend topless
Throw some pasties in the bag

With preference for tassels
‘Tis a hassle otherwise
I might start feeling sassy
Thus, such foresight would suffice

Ne’er I display such imprudence
Hence, I buy in bulk
For countless corsets have i torn
asunder with mine hulk

As proven on the eve
I wast locked out of mine own house
And all the poor old maidens
Swooned as if they’d seen a mouse!

Did grant, I may stand
Two inches just over six feet tall
With brawny build and buns that filleth
Panties with a sprawl

Which tend to draw the ire
Of the gentry’s night patrol
Who seem to never tire
Of cruising past me ever slow

Why then, would anyone
Blame a lad for simply trying
Were I to say I did not look
Hawt in lace I’d be lying!

And thou knowest quite well
This spectacle sings flourishing
Within the theater of thy mind
Where it is now showing

For none dare intermit
The thought of such a rogue delight
Frolicking in flowery peignoirs
All throughout the night

[image credit: Louis Wain]

Shades of Pompeii

somewhere
along this wayward
path

i lost
the sum
of you

in broken
buttons

crumpled
papers

whispers

faintly
promised

to reflections

we once
bared

scattered
over trails
capricious

memories
thread precious
pleas

plotting
their escape

like petty fools
from plighted faith

parched
from implore

upending
thoughts

would mark
the path

that led me
to your vested
heart

when vagrants
sought
the stars

and charted
the descending
hours

of our last
reverie

rapt
in such despair

’til all
that i could
see

were driftless
streaks
of blackness
stripped

amid
the grip
of shame

unearthed

where flashing
shades
of pompeii

stayed
in grim dispart

impressed
upon

the distant
sky
estranged

a world
apart

Male Primer On How To Love Women

To truly
Command
The acceptance
Of truth

With willful
Embrace
Of its burden
Of proof

And freedom
To think
With a presence
Of mind

Where no
Precedent
Lies
To boldly opine

Unfettered
Not tethered
To fear’s
Phantom mime

In weather
Tempestuous
Calming and kind

To choose
Paths shone
Virtuous
Of our
Volition

When faced
With the gravest
Of selfless
decisions

To look
Beyond
Boundaries
With sound
Sight
To see

Without our own
Ego’s affliction
We are free

To learn
From mistakes
We must bear
Consequence

Acknowledge
All factors
Of its circumstance

Whilst disregarding
Frivolous
Dalliance

And focusing
Efforts
On things
Relevant

To offer
Oneself
Without pretense
Surrendered

To harbor
No thought
Of contempt
Erring tender

Toward life
Which exists
Outside that
Of our own

Attending
The home
One should ne’er
Shore alone

To listen
So that we
Might then
Understand

The magnitude
Of all fates
Since wrought
By man

To requite
The status
Usurped
By frail men

That brazenly
Preaches
Of false
Creation

Casting such
Shadows
Whose ire
Knows
No bounds

The burden
All women
Are forced
To live
Down

For bearing
The gift
Men would
Deem to revere

Presented
Through patriarchs
Pandering fear

And once
Verity
Avails our
Conscious grasp

Our love
May be worthy
Of woman
At last

Hellacious Haircut

now what have you gone and done?
you look like hitler’s amish son
after some seasons in the sun
imprisoned by a neon nun
was it kirk’s phaser set to stun?
a vulcan nerve-pinch come undone?
it seems as though you might have plucked
a nerve and now this look is stuck
a lightning strike without the light
perhaps it was an eel bite
or maybe you just caught a fright
a camera may have flashed too bright
it’s possible a roving pack
of rabid dogs advanced attack

a full-grown horde of starving hogs
mistook you for their feeding trough
and truly, i would understand
if your barber was from japan
or if he had a demon hand
entangled in a rubberband
oh, i know! this is all a joke
like on some hidden camera show
AHA! you must have lit a cig
using a bargain lighter rig
oh shoot… my bad, is that a wig
did someone zag who should have zigged

are you on drugs, that must be it
take my advice friend, try to quit
unless you fell into a pit
of ninjas throwing hissy-fits
who knows, break-dancing gone awry
you thought you were a samurai
or were you stressed under duress?
was this your mother’s last request?
could you have donated your locks?
gone undercover for the cops?
if you stopped caring i can tell
they DO have barbershops in hell!
you lost a bet and now you’ve paid
you did it so you could get laid
a camel-spider went to town
you got it at the lost & found
you snuggled with a hirsute rat
then got mauled by a shedding cat
your headbanging took a wrong turn
you left edward scissorhands spurned
the rest of you is somewhere else
you did it for your ailing health
you could have just rubbed a balloon
til so much static-cling ensued
you’re going to make me walk the plank
come on! admit! it’s just a prank

wait, what was that i heard you say?
this here is what’s in style today

why, ~silly me~, i should have known
next time i’ll just leave you alone
(cuz zombies must have eaten your brains)
proceeds to walk the other way