#1 Outsider at a dinner party
demonstrate for me, your old, cold, bitter
on the platter - heart wrappings. i soak
up stories from social gatherings,
those which claim to mend the clowns
who keep the faith of love.
pound for pound, and costs are deadly.
gin soaked lips reek heavy, with
skin painted oak.
the tired mouths of women scorned.
and i - entertainer in the middle
circling prey. the chatter of crows
poison in my ear - is this what defeat
looks like. have i fallen deep into widows'
dark. blast words of regret to fuel
a better day?
their mask is my hatred,
their lies are my truth,
someone hands me a drink for torn
seams in my heart. oh good!
it's not the gun i asked for,
but it'll do.
#2 Cocaine September
White angel with a burn.
Heaven, you look a promise to kill.
Flower seeds of wisdom on the bed.
Spread, crevices inside form December -
Snow is light and winter is calling. The dead
Of the city will awaken the blood stream.
Happiness is a piece of puzzle I cut into
Powder.
Body is the present I give to gamble.
Death, fear is just the beginning. I've past that
Sweet aphrodisiac. Now onto symphonies.
There is a white night to my pupils' delight.
Erotic to the senses, a coat of ice
Stops my blinking. There I pause.
What truth in these corners I find-
Icicles gently ripping apart,
Obstructing my breathing.
Nirvana.
#3 The complicated dazzle
One swift tug,
And the plunge of yearning -
Hurdles you could not control -
You do not stand tall to
End the harm.
Not within a mind breeding
Bacteria in your own
Sign your love over, but you will never
Idolize nihilism. Not you, with a spill across
The ocean and the fetish to scold
Through electricity. Bold in fire, tongue
As blades.
You, too much a power for
Nature, will never quite be the silence you
Wish to sleep with.
demonstrate for me, your old, cold, bitter
on the platter - heart wrappings. i soak
up stories from social gatherings,
those which claim to mend the clowns
who keep the faith of love.
pound for pound, and costs are deadly.
gin soaked lips reek heavy, with
skin painted oak.
the tired mouths of women scorned.
and i - entertainer in the middle
circling prey. the chatter of crows
poison in my ear - is this what defeat
looks like. have i fallen deep into widows'
dark. blast words of regret to fuel
a better day?
their mask is my hatred,
their lies are my truth,
someone hands me a drink for torn
seams in my heart. oh good!
it's not the gun i asked for,
but it'll do.
#2 Cocaine September
White angel with a burn.
Heaven, you look a promise to kill.
Flower seeds of wisdom on the bed.
Spread, crevices inside form December -
Snow is light and winter is calling. The dead
Of the city will awaken the blood stream.
Happiness is a piece of puzzle I cut into
Powder.
Body is the present I give to gamble.
Death, fear is just the beginning. I've past that
Sweet aphrodisiac. Now onto symphonies.
There is a white night to my pupils' delight.
Erotic to the senses, a coat of ice
Stops my blinking. There I pause.
What truth in these corners I find-
Icicles gently ripping apart,
Obstructing my breathing.
Nirvana.
#3 The complicated dazzle
One swift tug,
And the plunge of yearning -
Hurdles you could not control -
You do not stand tall to
End the harm.
Not within a mind breeding
Bacteria in your own
Sign your love over, but you will never
Idolize nihilism. Not you, with a spill across
The ocean and the fetish to scold
Through electricity. Bold in fire, tongue
As blades.
You, too much a power for
Nature, will never quite be the silence you
Wish to sleep with.