Back to the dark side…

Human into the Monster

Opium-moon shadows murmur in midnight eyes
Ghosts that need to commit suicide
There’s painted graffiti on the Red Road…
Terminal from your own rhetoric?
Lies you’ve sewn into your skin with bone needle and wire thread
A map of collisions, collusions and burning skies –
Burdens and demons you’ve canonized…
This sunless desert worse than those winters in hell
Can I get a witness with angel eyes?
A virgin heart that hasn’t fornicated with judgment?
Sacred porcelain-metal vessel to hold my misunderstood dalliances, emotional errors, self made destruction…
My inability to spurn the indecent…
My anguished pain bereft of compassion for self… And… from others?
Are my desolate words of more significance, having incurred by my own conjuring this fleshy, intimate onslaught? My soul stripped of its incandescent trust, feathery softness, ability to gaze with first-time awed eyes, at all that has departed then come again… dissected, flayed piece by piece –
By loves own hand?
Or of less significance, because I chose to participate in this egregious aberration… hemorrhaging reason?
I sought to understand the misunderstood, to soften soured, to swallow scars, to love the unlovely, to instill

The Human Into The Monster

Time is on no ones side; It eats each breath with gnashing teeth
The brutality of your casual violence, indifference woven through your seams…
You raise your hands like you’re trying to raise the dead, as love becomes a harness
That turns feral animal into submissive creature
Bound tight, your cat eyes roam, you wail and rage
And she makes a mental note
Corrugated violet vices; This antiquated love bleaching dreams and hope
Paving softness into asphalt, grinding faith and spirit into a poor mans paste –
That will not repair shredded lacy wings, nor congeal the blood of angels that you’ve crucified…
Elephantine wounds of serpentine acid tears erase this story as they lick the page
Beneath a shattered, empty sky that casts no flickering stars nor alabaster dreams
No proof of mathematical galvanized with mystical, indicant of a tomorrow; Crystallized in numb frames of yesterday
Demon seeds are sprouting
Supple, abundant, billowing plumes of derangement in the weed free garden –
Sunless hours carved into her mind
This absurd emulsion; Propelling love toward a distinct extinction
Opium-moon shadows wither in midnight eyes
Who will remember those crisp, Fall butterflies?
Who will mourn the deviation of the tide when corrosion devours the moon?
When cherry lips kiss those lies that you already knew…
When ghastly words unspoken were… better… said…
Who will reflect our shadow –

When the moon is dead?