Shit On Again

Acrid this burns in me craw.
Noxious and toxic is Law.
Cycled back to nothing but loss.
A life brought down to a stop.
On his knees this one bleeds.
Can't even get what he needs.
Slips a little further down slope.
Craves the old medicinal rope.
Hang up the worries in a high.
Like a neck in a noose pulled tight.
Sleep a sleep eternal this night.

Last Love Lost

Last Love Lost

She
Culled from heart, cut dirty
Severed like meat from bone
Gristle torn with teeth, ragged and dripping
Left alone
Needle dangling from red rimmed wound
Blue tinged lips almost sensual
Modelling a good a day
A normal day, matching that gothic creed
That desperate need, to conceal
Never reveal
The way she feels
Felt
For it’s over now, so softly now
Her eyes are blanked, filmy
Like unfocused Polaroid’s polarized
Posed, indisposed, and undisclosed.

CORNERS

Shadows slink, inky in deep recesses, absorbing light,
reflecting none back,
the black deepens sucking at the glow, taking it all,
there is nothing left but a limitless, eternal night.
A scurrying interrupts the obsidian stillness
The merest of susurrations
Hinted, whispered, sensed more than heard
Feared more than noticed.
It echoes, repeats and grows louder
Filling the emptiness with trepidation
Stress lines fracture,
Cracks appear in the armour
Of your skin.
Horrific images loom into focus
Monster and ghouls ghost gremlins and golems abound
The nightmare breathes
It seethes with power
Reeks of reprehensible terrors
Tastes of noxious desires
And feels like squirming dread.
From the corner of your eye
Spied a jerking twitch
Movement in the darkness
The Shadows come alive.

Spring Wakes the Beast

Spring Wakes the Beast

Loves lost, loves lived, loves laboured,
And loves loving flayed over whipping posts
Loves dragged through mud, through meat grinders,
And loves stretched to the limit by loves deep ties,
Loves lingering fingers taut about the throat of one’s love.
Love like love is losing its grip, lessening its hold,
Lengthening its stride as it searches for a home,
Elsewhere.
Love like tomorrow is gone wrong, love soured, scoured bare,
Likened to a scar, a wound that is not there.
Love as death a certainty in life,
Love as if your alone, which you are, in the end.
Love as if you need to, don’t you?
Love is forever, forever faint and whimsical.
A fleeting fancy fantastic frenzied fray into fanaticism.
Love is divine, delightful and decisive; deny it at your dismay.
Love me too and I’ll love you, and we’ll love everyone together,
But then you will grow green, and then get mean,
And apart we’ll be forever…….
Love you see, is not care free, it has a fee,
Love is you, love is me, love is humanity.
Yet here he sits writing verse, it could be worse,
Love could find his open heart, tear a hole, work it wide,
Then worm its sinister little way inside.

Hollie: April, 5th, 2010

Sprang

Spring leaps from behind bushes, barrels into brains
Bringing brawn and beauty bounding, bouncing,
Bouyant on pheromonal breezes;
The breeding season builds momentum.
Baby buds bloom in bellies,
Blossoming like bursts of buttery popcorn.
Bellows, bleats, bawls, and bwahhs, blast the air.
Sleep becomes beyond reality.
Breeding is immortality.

constrained

Constrained

The walls, yellow, like his teeth, stained,
By years of nicotine addiction and smoke exhalation,
Peeling and cracked like his skin, which,
Falls away in little scurrying clouds of sunlit debris,
To add to the debris of the filthy floor tiles, no longer shiny
Age has worn them; feet have dulled them, shuffling, un-lifted feet,
The sad, heavy footsteps of a bone weary, soul tired, worn individual,
Leaving the comforting safety of bed when he must, when the body,
Needs,
Needs, demands, lusts, yearnings, wants,
Things he remembers but has lost in the grey settling dust.
The single spear of light seeping through the crack in the window,
Is the only outside remaining. He never peers into the light,
Afraid of the things he might see, what may be revealed.
Yellow the fingers the flesh of his self,
Black the tarred interior of lungs.
Red-rimmed the fringes, the whites of his eyes,
Empty and sterile the depths of his soul,
He wallows alone this one in this pitiful hole.

VENUS

Such a fickle fucking flagrant finger wagged in face of fate.
See snide smile on that sneering sack of shit’s simple snout.
He hides his hideous hidden agenda his history of horrors.
Buys his bargain basement baseline beauties at rock bottom prices.
Abuses and abhors the attributes of awareness the attempts to assert.
He bashes beauty’s brains, a brutal beastly beating he betrays her.
This torturer tormenter tears at her tresses tears trickle in torrents.
She rises she rouses she rears up reaches rebels reveals a renewed self.
Hands held high head straight hot haughty she heaves her heavy heart.
Plunges the pain the power pressure presence of mind and paralyzes him.
Vengeful vixen victim no more, she vilifies her villainy with virtue.