Tag Archives: #fear

MANIACAL MANNEQUIN

EAT me maniacal mannequin
kiss my wishes. i am a broken
misunderstanding that only you
can understand AND SO the sun
Falls down across the erecting
Moon –the movers fell into
gracious love with the shakers
so lick me maniacal mannequin
and hold me until my skin turns
porcelain-blue like your heart.

:: 10-05—–2018 ::


I HEARD YOU CRY IN TERROR

THESE terrors squeezing life
the unraveling || greatly suffers
a crying child with tremors and
mobbing monsters walking
with shadows || when your mind
is struck in terror like this
aaagh! Save the angels but
forget me –brave the light of
day where terror shows it’s face
{gripping the throat} is the greatest
horror of all __i am a madman bleeding eyes shut
and acrylic paints the INK the most!
Tyrant! Is fear the most!

:: 09-17-2018 ::


A WAR WITH LIES

i stepped inside
my throat
to choke a lie
the room was festive
with devils and
prancing disease
a war ensued
internally
the rest
a history
— acclivity!

:: 09-10-2018 ::


ACT (of) ONE

THE curtains open to broken applause
an audience of great mystery
i cannot see their faces
nor their eyes
my Usher flees me!
And Time, the soliloquy
for Thespian lies
with each act an act of Life
and props on spot
for dramatic plots
Agh! my lines evade me!
Evade me for all i am
worthless within my House
of Theater:

The Absurd
The Humour
The Horror
The Love

of tears of joy of laughter
of sorrow of broken lines
upon my heart
upon my face
within the glass
upon the shattered floor

AND within the miles of aisles
of faceless witness
my lines flee me!
Within and without such cosmic shatter
an audience so abstract is my life
an Act (of) One.

:: 08-19-2018 ::


F E A R   D I S E A S E

Impossibility has the sharpest teeth
as though a beast unseen within a
forest;  we turn away and give
chase to our thickening disease called
fear and the largest of life’s milestones
are as dust spread across a desert.
And at night while the moon is hiding
her light, thoughts-into-words come
out of the darkest corners while the
clock’s second-hand grinds and goes
grinding;  ten fingers cannot hide an
expression of helplessness and disgust
and two palms protect a jawbone made of
glass.
A branch dancing against the wind;
as a long bony fingernail it scraps
the outside bedroom wall,
a mote of dust now weighs a ton
and comes to rest upon your chest,
night-noises have died and then
they come.
The falling darkness as a gush of wind
encases fragments of time as an amber-tomb.
        into the forest;
and out of your body into that black odor
called fear.
:: 05-03-2018 ::

Thimble & Needle

Thimble and needle hear

my words

you’re too busy these days

to love

I’ve followed you through

and through

the toughest patches of life

and now my thread

has grown too thin

And we’ll never survive

never survive never survive

the stitching of our hearts

Paper, rock and scissors

needles, pins and threader

rulers of horror measure

the terror of my nightmare

as I watch the needle

of your busy work pierce

the tissue of my heart

I’ll never survive

never survive the sowing

of the madness

that’s your mind

:: 04-21-2018 ::


AN OLD LADY THREW ME THE BIRD TODAY

A tongue like Excalibur melts into mythically steeled words
and ends up tearing hearts with all its magical properties.
Then the universe collapses into a final ending with nothing
left but the, “no thing.” It continues to breath and all words
move forward as zombied penguins with many semicolons standing
whimsically awaiting the next coherent thought.

And the deep dreamer asks, “So let me get this straight Jack”
to the Police Doctor on hand. “You want me to take my pencil
and right every wrong for those patients in the mechanical
ward of broken minds?” Just then a portal opens at the foot
of the deep dreamer’s mouth and the little blue clothed
munchkins drag him out of the ward and into a bread truck
and say, “You’re coming with us to settle a bet.”

The bread smells a wonderful Jesus-like body but there’s
no blood-wine to go with the screams.

:: 03-10-2018 ::


THE ENAMELED WILD BEASTS

THE opening to the mouth cave

is a jungle skyscraper

of enameled wild beasts

that eats upon a human power

of intense fragility – a feast.

//\\a devil’s cloven

DownSHOULD

B. stop || hoof while

(should i stop)? risen vampires

by the golden blood of fallen

Angels \\// UPSHOULD b. go ||

flutterby wings.

IS IMPONDERABLY DECADENT

:: 02-11-2018 ::


FEAR AND TYRANNY

MOTHER, all the monsters are now gone
Love and Spirit have defeated them;
and what is left is a gaping hole
that can only be filled by Light
and Soul.

Gripping my throat
gripping my soul
gripping all life;

Is my fear
is my fear
is all my
undying fear

AND my lover, the other;
the woman who stole my
heart — i gave her all
my bad and good; and my
heart always to this one too!

Don’t you breath upon me
my fear!
don’t you tread upon me
the evil one!

If I could cry and I’ve tried
If I could sleep and I would
I would never belie these
facts: that  most hearts are black
but never within my deepest dreams!

:: 12-01-2017 ::


WHEN YOU SAY VAGINA YOU MEAN, ‘VULVA’

THE little tree is life
the mouths of first born
man and woman say:

“I don’t care — I(can’t
)won’t so go away go away
–> so i am he has you
are we and we are together:
see how they run from spirit
–>so we die.
Sitting upon a
rock with burning sun in a
smiling walrus face and so
pretty are the Souls ; crying.

Pulled up to a TigerMart
searching cigarettes and
black tongue tar pit lips:
Left my .357 inside my Mind
and asked for Silver label.

Don’t walk upon my Soul bitch
so self-assured: i am one
man who has gone his own way
IF a lifetime is lonely but
without freeze-brain stupid
flesh knees: “yes, yes, yes,
oooooh yes” I wasn’t once
convinced: the vagina must
be slain. Must be bled
once and for all.

:: 11-04-2017 ::