Next time shoot louder

Oh! What a beautiful thing you made.
For a moment, having been
conscious everywhere at once,
Mind stripping from cell as you so graphically painted
Onto the walls of your room.

Suitor

A girl is very aware of the way she walks.
At a wedding, that morning she took great care to pick out
the right thing to make them look at her -
She likes how the men look at her, and the things
they say when she goes around the corner -
drooling primates caballing about which bridesmaids they'd like to fuck.
A girl is very aware of the way she walks.

Her mother is aware of this as well.
A girl is strapped to a board in an ER bed and her mother won't look at her face
(at least they had a pretty drivers license picture to show registration).
The teeth could not be found, and it will be some time before
she walks again.
She will need to walk if they are to find her a proper suitor.

Corky

How do you fix a broken heart?

The same way it was broken
With violence and submission,
The application or the dousing of a spark

I saw you standing there with your heart shot out
Holding it in your hand
Staring.

PCR

I am just a man
Seeking for myself to make a life
To take a wife
And to leave this world someday
in a hole no bigger than my size.
Could not, dare I,
Could not I ask for my own cares?
I dare could not.
Suffice I just be careful.

We dropped into the stillest horror
And they lay motionless
Like a snapshot of Hell.

Newport

This is not goodbye

We are like the waves,

And I am headed for a different shore

of the same Sea.

I crashed against you in its stormy wrath,

Never stopping your momentum,

But, I hope,

forever altering your path.

Cartilage

There was a time when I ran west
till there was nowhere west to run and so I swam
then sat and felt that sunset burning on the strand
and once again that cartilage crack, cracking in the sand
and out of my hands
get out of my hands
get out of my hands.

Persona non grata

Of aberrations, I remit
Beneath the sun the stars submit
I thought my task to be completed
But dreams are not so easily deleted

For the mockery I have permitted,
Deluded reverie, I've committed
Damnatio Memoriae
The Damnation of your memory
And of my foolish dreams.

PCR

We never stop to think, when we put
beautiful creatures in a jar,
of what the world will never see,
what they nor we will ever be
or what we truly are

The devil sank his talons deep into her neck
and seethed his vulgar breath within her spine,
but the sun was warm that day,
and I watched her eyes go nova
in the yellow light that fell upon her
hay colored hair.

Mountaindale

Set alight by the setting sun
The sky burned red above the clouds
Like tinder touched off in the air
In a fire not seen since
Moses spoke to a burning bush
Three thousand years ago

It singed the branches of the trees
They burned - not yellow, but amarillo
Dripping leaves like lava to the ground below
And all the things they touched, ablaze-
The tractor and the split rail fence
Were melted with the firestorm above

I plucked an apple from the tree, the seasons last
Shined it to my jeans and savored
The acridity that stings my jaw

And unseen crickets sing
That they can also feel the sting
Of what is and is to come

Choices

To us, the mind was mystery
Where deep inside the depths collide
Two galaxies at apogee,
Exploding to the perigee
Where light and darkness do abide.

Be careful of the things you take -
It's just the choices people make,
And in the place where we reside
Our good and galaxies collide.

We stared into the awful haze
Where seconds felt like countless hours
And hours turned to untold days.
In sleep, the suns emit their rays,
And pools of blood grow into flowers.

One day you'll look into the wake -
It's just the chances people take,
But in the depths where we confide
A darkness silently abides.