Never growing old

In memory, fantasy
My dreams called out to her.
Her dreams called back to me.
I only saw the things I wanted to see
Saying precisely whatever I think I mean
With words that flow effortlessly
To connect is a charity
Not a brief vacation, but life in a way
Where I can rejoice in more than a break
To cherish every moment
To savor as I sow
The lives that came before me
The love I’ll never know
In Summers green and humid
Autumns red and gold
Winters white and frozen
Springtime buzzing bold
A home warm, inviting
Never feeling cold
Our children outside laughing
Never growing old

With sharpener teeth, she bites

Drawing down the light
a voice heard from above
a fragment strewn
a memory hewn
lost love; a childhood fright

A spiral beaming white
seen below as a dove
through shimmering waves
in lust he craves
a selfish act of might

A devil in the night
and angel lost in love
Her siren’s tune
His shameless croon
with sharper teeth, she bites

Sundown Feeling

Sundown, feeling like an eight ball
Suckling stranded like a beached whale
Strung out to sounds of the ocean
Sinking guts and sand in the lotion
She can beat it, but she’ll never swim back
She can’t find her way to the shoreline
He could bleed it out of his jellyfish sack
Blow it all up just like a land mine
Struck out. Feet caught in the steel trap
Passive mole hides in the flap
Averting disaster. Avoiding the rain.
He won’t move until he feels pain.
She could go faster. She could slow down.
She could crack her head when she hits the ground
He could move over. He could relax.
He could bind brains in a softer cast.
The winds are blowing up her H-bomb
Cartwheels and grass for the teen throb
Green stains, blood, shins, girlish laughter
Hurried haste can’t get there faster
Gliding razors, shaping pompoms
Clueless visions watch as it’s all gone
She might be singing, but she won’t be for long.
He can’t hold out until the end of her song.
She can’t fight it, and she’ll never come back
When girls like her leave, they’re forever gone
He’ll keep on bleeding like punctured sack
Never wondering why he’s all alone.

Sorrows in the Masque

Climb into the oven with me
Dine with the mother of peace
Sink into the comfort of her dreams
Stare at the borders of her being
Slip from the haven of our means
Flight of this quest to be free

Glide on the feathers of my wings
Escape from the fabric of our weave

Fear is just a fragment from the past
Hope was just a slipper made of glass
Things as this are never meant to last
This fleeting moment moves much too fast
We are refugees from the mass
Who hide our sorrows here in this masque

Glide on the feathers of my wings
Escape from the fabric of our weave

Forget all the things we have seen
Forsake all the comforts we could bring
Listen as the universe sings
Pleasured by a heartless libertine
Partaking from the chalice as it steams
Arousing is the plumage she preens

Glide on the feathers of my wings
Escape from the fabric of our weave

Skies Inside

Skies inside
the sun she beams
In my arms
unlocks the dream
An angel's touch
no cold embrace
Hand on heart
and face to face
A kiss as long as time
we wait
One last glance
then suffocate
With tears of joy
she weeps for more
Knowing full well
we're at death's door

As she grins a ghastly smile

An ocean's bitter taste unchanged
Cold outside in falling rain
A staggered shuffle, sliding past
Over sand and broken glass

Growing older now
Turning pale, feeling frail
Growing sick and ugly
failing, falling down

To watch the sun cede to night
Sigh as the feeling drowns
As eyes settle far from sight
A violent tide calms down

The eyelids are heavy
and feet are swollen now
Time to be ready
Walk the checkered tile

Fortune's gifts were plenty
She followed down the isle
Her hands tremble then steady
As she grins a ghastly smile

Christian Cannibals

Christian Cannibals
that live in my attic
they sing their songs
they play their harps
they roasted my neighbors
in a Sunday barbecue
a backyard cookout
of unbeliever flesh
nomadic Christian Cannibals
spreading the good news
upholding the faith
eating heretic flesh
in the name of Christ
door to door they go
all who refuse
to let Jesus into their hearts
are put into their stomachs
and sent to hell immediately
accepting their message of salvation
will truly save you from death
so never mind your foolishness
and follow
follow
follow

Slowtwist Bargain

Slowtwist
Not a given
Gut check
Just another excuse
Sharp kick
In the middle
Stab wound
Draining to the floor
Why fight
The sensation
To give up
Without a struggle?

It all gets better in the end
If you’re the only one I hurt
If you’re the only one I hurt

Pulsing
To the rhythm
Death fright
While I’m digging your grave
Can’t speak
Bound and gagged
Bleeding
From mysterious wounds
Shivering
Cowardice
Screaming
Why is this happening to me?

I’ll promise nothing in the end
But send you back where you begin
Send you back to where you begin

Cutthroat
It’s a bargain
Breakdown
What’s left from your soul
Sit back
And do nothing
Trip out
To the very last breath
Hog-tied
Why bother?
Undone
To the bowels of your core

In time you will reach your own end
With every passing breath you descend
With every passing breath you descend

Slow twist
Is a given
Gut check
Now you've lost your excuse
Sharp kick
In the middle
Stab wound
Draining on to the floor
Why fight
The sensation
To give up
Without a struggle?

I think you've reached your own end
the breath has passed now you descend
the breath has passed now you descend

it all gets better in the end
in the end

in the end

I'd like to die for the press

I'd like to die in a shark attack
a train wreck
or a natural disaster
die with the "precision" of a race car pile up
only louder and incoherently faster
Jealous of victims and national coverage
envious of attention and shameless plug-age
my masochism of egotism
unheralded in witless fascination
I'd like to die in an abduction
skydiving or be lost at sea
so long as it is filmed, ready made for TV
I want my name on the nightly news
my face on the cover of the tabloid slew
my story sensational even if a bit untrue
give me media and give me death
cash in big on my last breath
I'd like to die amidst celebrated fanfare
instantly famous albeit unaware

Pleasure's Mouth

To kiss the lips
of pleasure's mouth
Arouse the nerves
on pleasure's neck
Taste the curve
of pleasure's back
With blood and tongue
With hands and swarms
To bring her close
To touch her warmth
As if our whole
is pleasure spent
And on the air
is pleasure's scent