Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Don't Ever Trust Me

At this point there's no point
That fence mocked me every night
Cadaverous.
Waiting.
An angel played the chimes with elegance.
And my entities let a dying man live.
Its torture I tell you.
This war is a game
and my lungs are the trenches
My eyes are traps.
My skin a map.
Forgetting the past is an accident.
Bombshells so fragile
and damn near Fabergé clichés.
But oh the love.
The melting, dripping, inconsistent love
I like it
I don't.
Its burning me today
away from everything I stand.
Because everything I'm not
is everything I am.

Friday, June 18, 2010

Bringing Forth the Fruits of Righteousness from Darkness

Bringing Forth the Fruits of Righteousness from Darkness


Black butterflies
flutter like
shuttered eyes
They're bow ties
for the necks
of rogue skies.
The greenery swings
through the scenery's wings
as machinery leans 
to a plenary spring.
But still all the while
we kill off the child's
wild dreams.
That's how we build tall, 
denial.



Based partially on this work by Damien Hirst

Monday, June 14, 2010

Prohibition

Prohibition
originally Sickle Cell Insomnia  
 

With your soul blind and bland
from black tobacco
back To Back, Oh
I'm the Marlboro man,
line up like a line of
coke that you climb up.
Give me a warning shot
then pour another shot
right into the backs
of the owners of your slaughter shop
sit in your shit and see
when you repent and grieve
you're only getting closer
to the wicked weeds.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Memento Mori

Memento Mori

The sky it fades,
like tidal waves
filled with whitened haze
as grassy blades fly away.
I tried to stay.
I really did I swear.
Its like I say,
this life was the best to bear.
Through your hair
you know you'd stare.
and watch me slowly
climb the stairs.
The nights have fallen prey
in ways you cannot say.
This is the life
you cannot save.
This is the life
I cannot brave.
My temper
is shorter than your zipper.
My courage
has whimpered
away as you gently whisper.
Tell me to stay.
Tell me to wait.
Give it time
just give it a try.
I give you a why
and smirk and snide.
This life is mine,
to take or thrive.
My cherry eyes
and cheery cries
are merely signs.
I live in literature
and bathe in words.
I dry with lines
and dress with verbs.
My life is mine
and has no friends
except the end
which always bends.
and bends again
until I break
and mend again
with spit and tape.
There's nothing left to do
my faith is fairly gone.
So when I fall
and carry on,
you should still
be very strong.

Sustenance

Sustenance

You can wait for the storm to pass
or you can say fuck it
and go outside barefoot and dance.
You can stay inside
scared stare look and glance
or do it now
and forget you ever took the chance.
The truth is that you can live it up
but you will never live enough
That's the taste of life's bitter bust
meaning shit is tough.
But just because you hit the ground
running doesn't mean you won't fall
It just means you had to walk a little bit 

before you crawled.

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Veronika Kirsch: YouMe [And Nothing In Between]

YouMe [And Nothing In Between]


Your excessive depression
living life in compression
turning hours to seconds
such a powerless presence
My fluorescent obsessions
filled with sixes and sevens
turning love to aggression
such harmonic progression
You and I are in heaven
every night at eleven
with our dirty possessions
such a bloody profession

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Deviled Egg

Deviled Egg

Hope is not here
Faith is not clear
God is elsewhere
Life is good here.

The Patient Pt. III


The Patient Pt.III

Doc said I can eat whatever the hell I want,
but "stick to 1900 calories."
I don't give a shit if you eat McDonald's everyday
just fuckin stick to 1900 calories and you're good.
You will get hungry, and thats right.
All that soda has just murdered your appetite,
and that we need hunger
to burn off the fuel in your gas tank."
He couldn't access my blood work, and asked why.
I told him about my last doctor
who was a bitch.
He told me with a smirk
"Yeah, all doctors are assholes,
but we're not as bad as surgeons,
they're fucking insane".

The Patient Pt. I

The Patient Pt. I

Not long when the doc came in,
and apologized for his "bitchy receptionist".
It was actually shocking,
I've heard doctors who swear before,
but not so damn casually.
He stole my attention.
"I was your moms doctor,
and she's shared to me a few things about you,
we need a gameplan man."
First, he knows about
my daily limbo under paper ashes.
So he unlocks a case
and throws me a huge pile of Advair.
I think "That's pretty badass."
Then he tells me "Those inhalers
they kept blessing you with
are cheap bullshit.
We're gonna cut your paperwork up
the line so you can get the good shit.

Ashes In The Fall

Ashes In The Fall

We have no progress. No.
We are soulless.
Following the winds of time
 blown out by the lungs of blind
masses and pigments
drastically shit lipped.
Forged by fathers
made up by mothers
misunderstood by children
who kill one another.
Holy hats and gilded robes
controlling steel
that build the bones
up into pillars
of white no black
that keep the truth
untied from fact.

The Pacifist

The Pacifist

In times of matter
dreams are splattered
given slack
then choked and battered
Smokey bones
are dropped and crushed
until they blush
and turn to dust.
To be that
sterling darling stone
smothered
and for centuries left alone
would take a mind
thats seen the break
and held its tongue
for pity's sake.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

The Angel

The Angel


Thank you.
"For what" she says.
For everything.
For giving me a chance.
For believing in me
and supporting me.
For being my backbone
when mine crumbled
and keeping me together.
You've opened
my heart
my eyes
my soul 
my smile.
You never lied
when you said 
you were an angel.
You keep me going strong
when my frailty's free.
You've held me close
when no one else would
and never let go.
You showed me
just exactly
what true pure concentrated love is.

Veronika Kirsch: A Massacre In Blue




 She teased me
like a twenty on a fish hook.
Leading my heart closer
after each tug away.
Leaving me oblivious
to the situation.
Letting others laugh at me.
I followed the bill
down hills and sidewalks.
Through ponds and parks
and lakes of dark matter.
I dove headfirst
around a corner just to see
her fishing reel smile
and bucktooth horns.

The Stranger

The Stranger


I'm an awkward scene.
Like chills in heat
or the unconventional steps
of children's feet.
The whispers are loud and frequent.
The stares aren't scarce.
 I'm not strange, just lost.
Spacey. Scatterbrained.
Running through waist high heaps
of melting Styrofoam
in coffee stain patterns.
My faith is shorter
than my temper
which is no longer
than your zipper.
I hang from this tragic jungle,
while the few drops
of blood left in me
rush to my brain
to produce just one final thought.
One final memory.