In the rabbit hole Your deft, ferocious fingers contort my mangled spirit Slicing with appendages, sinuous and toothy; Trimming Slivers falling away Gluttonous lunacy deposing You paste onto my eggshell bones Your menagerie of lovely brooding Tender strokes in corners and crevices Where pasting is futile – Needle and thread are married with bone As I lounge in your sultry, libidinous cocoon My demons loan their wailing to stillness When your eyes become a bridge reckoning passage through my smoky, sooty debris The wet earth rubs my skin, coats my scars with clay motifs of warriors that move – Each time my ashen flesh furrows You lift my bones to wrap my spirit beneath Pluck at a corner snagged on a splintered fracture – Then line it up against nettled ribs Your breath lilac sweet against my face You bend your head, pasting and suturing – Dabbing at blood, woe and darkness lovingly A silent seer of the obscure Your innate knowing – Epochs in the making, formed from the cohesion of brutal and divine… A chosen one, witness, ancient synergy of all and none Your ministrations to my desolation like a warm, numbing prayer and I Weary, heavy in my bones Gaze at you with loving, revering eyes – As the last stitch is gathered, the last remnant pasted and your beautiful lips lure me You are the need in my want – Your petting warming my cursed, barren spirit Your blood washing away the foul damages of my dusty bones Your eyes flashing, provoking spark to fire – Incinerating my achromatic existence Your breath against my skin an homage to dismembered desire In the rabbit hole You tend to my savage needs Scour my ravages Assuage the rampage – Before my wretched spirit canonizes this devastation I feel my wild (long ago dissected crudely) Climbing through my bones Spirit and bones in a lovely mess of carnal wonder… And my demons digress In awe, I am finally quiet The bleeding cools And my bones kiss the sun…
Let me ask you to consider this… There is no destiny, only questions – The rise and fall of a heartbeat inside its bony cage As time drops into nothingness while lips form syllables; breath meeting sound… Dispensing with pleasantries to bite truth – Chewing illusions until spitting their bloody pulp into storm clouds, hurling fast… Rattling with ominous caverns – Can life be alive… stunning… worthwhile without questioning our mechanics? Will the dark smother the light? Will the pain of truth destroy? Has it shattered you yet? The truth is. Always. You’ve always known but chosen to ignore… Shards of glass, razor wire, nails, needles, rope and fire, what else? Name your haunts – But caress inquisition beneath your dark, heavy robes As you’re pointing viperous words to redirect – But will you go mad without a reflection? Spinning eyes of fire as curiosity burns… This is where we find ourselves – Kiss our demons sweetly and take hammer to stone, through withered palms and cloven hooves – Nail their existence into that solid mass… A temple… Within… A reminder that light spills through cracks, into darkness To deny our demons is to deny our loathsome, lethal, dark beauty – And to set those demons loose upon the innocent, including ourselves – To view the damage those demons sow onto others through a veil, woven of the tears we reap And the clouds storm Roll in with their menacing caverns… Carry death into dreams… Shadows that inhale the purity of the soul – Wring the light, the innocence, the divinity from its eternal form – Wrap their lean, bony appendages around its shriveled remains, and stuff it deep into their desecrated recesses – Where it weeps memories in reverse – In their dead playground… A loop in black and white – Sans grey… Littered water with the barren bodies of crows. Shhh. They can’t speak anymore – Although their eyes know your secrets – Their wings unfurl your deception Wind whispers through sticky feathers of madness in soft form, ready to harden beneath a harsh, baking sun The trees reek of lead – There is no shade here Only pockets of sideways perception, strapped onto a wildfire of stars sliding into an aphotic hole of unfathomable depth Shimmery points sucked from their centers, shattering like ceramic toothpicks So let me ask you to consider this… Will you ask yourself to peel the skin and show the bones? Will you ask the bones to crack and the veins to bleed? Will you ask the heart to suffer and the mind to spew? — Your angels and your demons Your anguish and your joy The purity and innocence The deceptions and perversions The truth?
Tripping on our lost love affair Falling down the rabbit hole where right side up is upside down, and left is right, and right is left… This spongy, muddy-walled, psychedelic cage my failed eternity These paisley broodings bend my mind with their tantra prisms… Your eyes… My downfall Your beauty… My heartache Your mind… My loneliness Your soul… My bittersweet My desire… My death My love… My funeral Time slides down the walls like red candles dripping down my spine Night swallows my breath, sucks up the moon Your words wrap around my soul, bind me to your will – Knife blade dull and rusty on the bedside table Beside my fate Angels unclip their wings in our catacomb In the corners, shadows unzip their demons To seep beneath our skin Lime green haze of romantic rhetoric Fills the hours with crumpled words – Poetic declarations in reverse The feast feeds your hunger but sucks the dreams from my eyes… Hollow, hazel-pupiled cadavers That can’t rest within this heart hell… Where loves bones crack and wail in the fire Woe pulls the wings from the dragonflies Despair smothers the stars Despondency disembowels dreams
Death mocks mourning
Tonight I will bleed for you Your indifference a mortal wound; I fall away Then will your warm hands lovingly pet my cold skin? Caress my emptiness with longing? Your souls numbered days are showing in your eyes – Why are all your mirrors broken? 3 and 1… 3 and 1… and 3 and 1… Where right side up is upside down, and left is right, and right is left… Left… Damned… Loveliness gone savage Rancid remnants Tonight I will bleed for you But Tomorrow you will bleed for me