Category Archives: poetry

She’s Such A Tool

Let’s dissect spiraling outwhat it means to only menot crashing outnot lashing outnot the definition of an aficionadothis is all aboutriding the infinite waveof possibility and potentialitydampening my chakrasescaping spirit snaring web observing it spinningvia my third eyeletting go of little monsters calculatingescaping the cave searching for lightslipping a ringon one fingeranotherand anotherbleeding believinggold isContinue reading “She’s Such A Tool”

Dear Heart

Ravenous greedy Huntercamouflage scent masking spraycrouching in a blindnot daring twitch a muscleor scratch that maddening itch ears listening for proof of lifeinsulated layers keeping out coldjust.Where’s the justice in this lust?Not hungering for meat on the hock,not requiring skin for blanketor tent.Leaving bloody goreoutlining in chalkdecadence of a kill wastedin the time of want.CarvingContinue reading “Dear Heart”

Milky Way Gazing

Listening to post-punk dream popthinking about youthink you don’t deserve my timeand not this musicbut on the chorus I get warmthinking about youthink you’ve the sweetest smilepretty alligator crocodile thinking about you think you are a guaranteed lizarddiamond eyed reptilelistening to neo-psychedelia alt thinking about youthink you’re still on my mindand tip of tongue butContinue reading “Milky Way Gazing”

98 Or 99

Moth burned by candle flame mammoth jaw snapped tight I can’t tell friend from foeyou’ve done in my head tonight.Tongue tied with ribbonthroat choked by pink bowsI can’t tell master from slaveyou’ve done in my head ages ago.888537605 ghosts haunted dreams888537605 dreams slipped awayI can’t tell heaven from hellyou’ve done in my head today.Song birdContinue reading “98 Or 99”

Of Two Minds

Emptied of prescription prayer this vessel runneth overwith questions.Titrated down step by step this systems clean, purefeeling fresh.Which narcotics best regulatemy chemical reactions? Asking for a friend,not so I may avoid them.Covered, my mirror is sealedthis may be a last reflectionbefore repossession.Spiraled into manic thinking this depression is frighteningif it means no more mewithout me.

Out Of Season

Spitting out your seedbinging on watermelon winedevouring this sugar baby‘cause I’m ripe, juicy, tasty.My has-been undercover lover still marking territory on exesyour wet spots soaking throughthin cotton front lines.I’ve a fat lip swellingan anaphylactic reactionto the napalm.I’ve a hot welt risingin the shape of your hateacross my backside.Why are you returning when there’s nothing leftbetweenContinue reading “Out Of Season”