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Saturday, May 30, 2015
I used to think you just wanted peace,
for your poor head was lopped off
by the bloodsuckers beyond the valley of the bears
you just wanted to die alone
wrapped in your veil of dignity
then
I'll read your wounded warrior prose
your madness ridden
bloodthirsty
slanted truth daggers
it's spattered your qwerty armor
you smear it into a picture
of a girl
standing, eyes closed
alone
on a tiny planet
the stars and moons hang
like all the prized heads you've slain

I wonder why you say you're tired
when it's obvious that your
head
has been replaced
with that chip on your shoulder
and
you'll be looking tirelessly
for
someone
to
decapitate

shame on me
for sticking my neck out

Brimstone Manner, Apartment No. 5
Tuesday, May 12, 2015
you want to keep me from your own
personal hell
try and trap it in your apartment
closing the windows and drawing the shades

but what you don't know
is that I live there
on the other side of that wall
and the heat
calls out to me

I have felt the flames
so many times that
living feels
cold
without them

oh, the hills scatter into the darkness
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
slugs
in yellow raincoats

the blue haze
of wet tobacco
lazing about

sat in the parlor
green whispering

about the sarsaparilla
we never tasted

hey,
i liked your band

i said

in my head

player piano
Thursday, September 30, 2010
hush
don't be like that
it's just a pinch
a tickle
a slap

i realize now
what that city has made you
what it made me

an animal

i have strayed from the pride
found an ounce or two
of humanity
between the times
of utter madness

but you stay sharp
visceral
you keep
feeding
on me

i'm nothing
but a sun bleached ribcage
and you
are
still
hungry

the kissinger carcass
Thursday, September 23, 2010
it's easy when the
madness
is on the outside
you can
react
move
slice
attack

try evasion
when it writhes
from the inside
like your forked tongue
flickering
300 miles
cutting me
another maudlin letter

your messages
swallow a box of
razor blades

a brick of
nonchalant invocation
and i can feel
my own spine rise
until your diplomacy
burns my throat

watch the acid
rise and fall

do me one last favor
and
dip your head
into
the fire

a killer's prayer
Monday, August 23, 2010
i see you,
sweet salvation

the wind cools
the sun blankets
the people walk
get haircuts
and read glossy magazines
they laugh
feel the purpose of things
and as they bask
in your peaceful tide

you are
screaming
but i cannot hear you
i am
deaf
to hope

four forty in thirteen
Monday, August 09, 2010
you're
all
killers

and
this
death
inside

is

my

armor



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