The Dance |
In a whisper resemblingagonizing torture of nameless multitudesmy name was called, lulling me from sleep.Over my bed stood the Angel of Deathreaching out to me with a bony hand,as if in threat.I laugh...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Jun 2009 16:58:00 GMT |
Divine Servitude |
Aroused by the choirs' hymnalsI gaze out at the worldfrom atop the church steps.I shake my head;the Lord's harvest is greatyet the workers few. A sky prophetically gray,gray as ashes, ashes fromthe fi...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Nov 2008 07:32:00 GMT |
another W.i.P |
Your lips respond like a corpse.Awkwardly, I manage to meet your gazelike walking in on your parents fucking.I even blush.In the dark recesses of your eyesflames of a crematorium blaze.In that glance ...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Sep 2008 01:01:00 GMT |
work in progress |
Like lollipops and cotton candymy ears embrace you as coveted carnival confections.Who needs rides and gameswhen this attraction lifts higherthan any ferris wheel?I'm not one for sweetsbut I'm addicte...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Aug 2008 22:34:00 GMT |
Artistic Love |
I tried to writeabout youfor youto youthe love in my chestbut it's hard writingon wet paperso insteadI'll play the saddest music on its highestvolume and etch yourpicture on my tombstone
Posted by on Wed, 20 Aug 2008 18:42:00 GMT |
Broken Roses |
With flowers Daddy'd come home every day. "I love you, Honey," he'd alwayssay. On Momma's lips, then, he'd plant a kiss,share with her his day, how much she was missed.Daddy was always so nice, k...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Aug 2008 20:48:00 GMT |
eat my shorts |
Shit stains on my cardevilish avian spawni hope it rains soon___I loved usnot you___Hush!the baby sleepswhile mother weepsas father creepsinto bed with other women___
I, too, wonderwhy the caged bird ...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Jun 2008 16:48:00 GMT |
Touch Therapy |
My body is waterthough from dust was conceived.I beg you to receive the filth that is me.Like mud mold me until you behold meas a shrine of your most unholy design.Am I worthy?Debauchedly dirty your f...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Jun 2008 20:20:00 GMT |
Rich WIth Love |
Forget blaming myselfit's you.When I say I want to be loved,I don't just mean a good fuck(I do have a hand, after all).You see, once the sex wears offthis relationship needs a lotof something more.An...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Jan 2008 18:36:00 GMT |
jagged |
How I dread the darkness; for where the mind wandersso follows the body.The Valley of the Shadow ofDeath a nightly destination,an indistinguishable line runningbetween nightmare and decay.What is life...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Dec 2007 21:37:00 GMT |
