You Could Fall In

I am looking into the face of an empty hole,
that forever turning abyss,
sucking me in spitting me out
teaching me that I am such a small part of it all and
I will be lucky to taste eternity once,
Like Dostoyevsky on the scaffold
waiting to be hanged,
and the Sun coming up over the face of God
illuminating Him OR Her or It,
I am constantly abuzz,
My mind like a fly,
spinning in circles around the family meal,
waiting to lay my love after laying in shit,
No one can quiet me, not even myself.
Bloody Bloody Bloody Sunday,
that is the day we all become cannibals
and taste flesh
Tasting bitter,
Will I ever find my way?
I hope it is not the cross.
No! , not me

Pretty

Pretty pretty bluebirds
starving through a fever

Nightmares

This dainty nothing
Putting on flower print dresses
and dancing on corpses
While all around
Decay eats up
the Space we inhabit
and Air conditioned nightmares
light those still awake
on fire

Fragments

I am a fragile creature,
A piece of wind could blow me over and over and gone
O how I crave
To bust the head of everyone who told me
I failed
What is fa(i)lling?
Am I doing it now?
I can feel the earth coming closer and closer
O to find myself in bits of ecstasy,
how rare.
My angst justifies my forever wandering stare.
That is the final nail,
the final word to slip so sweet off my tongue.
My veins carry all of that guilt right into my heart and
my heart pumps it all over
I am a walking shard
I am so fragile
so fragile,
O Dear, is that the sea?

Not Yet A Ghost

Yes, but what of our bodies?
The sweat and the suffering?
What of the taste of those so sweet?
What of our tongues?
Those branches of human love
Reaching,
Reaching to spring life from our tips
And more, What of our scars?
The story of our pain
The collective sigh writ large on shades of gray
A map of our sores you can follow into oblivion
My father is living in a world of coffins.
Every day is a protest.
"I will not be swallowed whole"
He does not scream but
I do
I have grown hoarse from yelling lullabies in the dark

Screaming

Teenage girls fucking their boyfriends in the ass in the back of their dads camaros,
screaming in the wind that life is just one insane fire
and they are going to Burn Burn up in it

Away With That Old World

We do not want dialogue but destruction!
A thousand rusty words and dusty books
blown to the earths edge
We do not want your hand but your throat,
Running blood pumping life back into this world
We do not want to compromise but
to seize every hour,
To put the preachers tongue on the gallows,
to let the wind carry all off us away.
What we want is
to see