Monthly Archives: July 2019

Friday vortex right on time
2am smell of sweet perfume whispers dreams away
Platinum curls nudge doll eyes wide, small bones nestled in sugared cherry fields lament this offending intrusion
But even a silky cocoon can’t withstand a wormwood stars bitter ocean…
She turns those lush-lashed cat eyes onto squirming seraphs; Eyes that have eroded into a florescent, olive-tinted hallway leading to a noxious neverland
Toads house fallen into ill repute; Green Hour bewitching
Where he falls into a taste of his lost mind
Hush
Don’t stray from the path my love, stay safe, my love
Path? Safe is always doled out in rations behind overgrown hedges dotting this maze
This crashing aftermath makes no distinctions –
The yellow brick road is bleeding red left and right of the fork
And those warm, soft fingers stroking lamb dreams awake…
To try and quiet her pandemonium –
Smother the inebriated love that has led to this empty bed
Bring the wind to dry his thirst…
She gathers tender years into the fiendish minutes, sutures their tears with frayed laces
Shakespeares’ foul pen dismembering innocence –
Condemning innocents…
It’s cold in this rat-hole town
Where windows are floors that are doors in the ground
Where silence is screaming
That the moon is gleaning, from piled up bones, bitter wreathes, bloodless stones –
That drunken schematics and rage skews loves meaning
Slippery tracks down barren alleyways
Four caterpillars tossed in the throes, turning grey
She drives into the blue, then steps into the haze
Rusty metal doors swallowing her light
It’s going to be a typical early, late, late night –
Pulling on his shadow while it puts up a fight
Back in the house of harm; Glass, wood and plaster all collide
Wincing and cringing
Feels like bad things are winning
Terror-eyes wishes the night
Would wrap itself up into the light
Funny, little one never thought to tell someone
It was just life; It unfolded with no rational premise on its breath
She did tell herself not to feel different, but talons clutch like hawk onto fish
Sometimes that’s just the way it is
It’s a shame that childhood abandons some children
Duck, duck, goose… Uh oh, you lose…
Cuts the light from their innocence with rusted scissors
Lobotomizes their angelic eyes
Whispers cruelties in their tiny ears
Wide-eyed terror peering through cracked bedroom door until –
Running toward the hem of a rustling skirt, tiny creatures try to catch loves falling petals before they’re trampled
Fruitless burden, looking up at the face of love gone impossible
Duck, duck, goose… Uh oh, you lose…
Rage so red that it’s trying to murder itself
Rage so ancient, a fifth of holy water won’t excise infinities putrid webworms, digging deep, binding, keep…
The burning never stops, because the tormented flees the torment by ushering in torment… liquid so bitter that it’s sweet…
So the circle rings the sun, which sets the world on fire, leaves charred, cracked ruins –
Burnt tears meted by an itchy, trembling hand, holding its everlasting flower; Its absinthe angel with greedy eyes
2am… she’s gone now, and to this day, in morbid dream or wide awake; His drunken spark sets flame…
No tiny creature should ever have to try to catch loves falling petals…