Category Archives: #4:20

A COMMENTARY ON WRITERS

Hemingway, i smell your cigars
like when you had a friend
shoot a cigarette out your mouth
so i smell what you are
words burning sheets of
paper like i hate me and so like my heart –>
Emily Dickinson; weed dipped in alcohol
made bees buzz your brain
plus heroin caused
time to freeze so that carriage of death
would stop for you And I’m the lonely one
who knows it hates my untouched soul
i leave it for the angels who should rape me
and take my soul into their den!

:: 03-28-2015 ::
i moved somethang around


WHEN MEN ARE AFRAID OF THE LIGHT

my heart is a monster
born to destroy those who come
too close to my flame
–i trade desire
for a piece of your soul
(even though i
know i am human, oh!)
Even though i held
the cup Jesus bleed within
i am a monster
and someone said
“love isn’t something you
find — love is something
that finds you”
and what do i get for my
pain? another monster
who loves love as a game
and i know i suppose
all of my life i’m afraid;
to accept a child who’s
afraid of the dark
but not when men are
afraid of the light
so i cut my wrists!
and what do you want?
it’s 4:20 and i’m gone!

:: 07-25-2015 ::