where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
We see the light shining through the trees of life, foregoing forgiveness over fate, supple investments, titties that wobble in rhythmic mastery, lowest note, highest high, a definition rewritten in the eyes of a dying snake, devoid of emotion, decaying in spite, the body is weary, the fight is done, a blue light flashes, round …
“I am pretty sure I never said that exact phrase. I said they are grown here, and not in a laboratory downtown like the rest of the fruit you find in the supermarkets. Besides, what makes you think the apple has had some ‘funky shit’ done to it?” Billy says.
“Shit kid, you’ve got some pent-up issues going on,” a voice says from behind, causing Carver to jump in fright. “W-W-What? H-How long have you been standing there for?” The old man leans to the side and stares at Satin’s remains and then back to Carver. “Does it really matter?”
”You speak with the purposed reason, to preform clarity, but show weakness on levels that should remain hidden.” Angelica smiles and plays delicately with the butt of her cigarette, running her tongue across it like it was her lovers clit. “My little Raven, you mistake my captivation for a weakness.”
Sand washes through the floorboards of this place we call home, regulated to a bit part, designed to be a throne, but it’s more like a tomb where our bodies grow cold, a sight, a star, an american dream, a dusty road through the Nullarbor, see the blood, feel the sand, taste the saltiness of …
Continue reading "Danceboard’s Beneath The Waves – Unhinged Poem"
We call upon the brothers of a failing future to see the eyes of past regressions, to purge the pit of an empty tomorrow with the blood of today, let the dawn lay clear, as the sea parts to let us through, you feel, I see, every day you came was one less for me, …
“FUCK!” He screams into the sky, as tears stream down his cheeks. He turns his head to the right and stares at her empty eyes and lets out a long deep sigh. “T-T-T-This wasn’t what I planned, I-I-I, I,” he says softly as he looks back up into the sky.
Simplistic betrayals captured on film, burned into the retina of a camera's eye, the missing similarities of a chosen mask, figures sketched while fingers poke and prod, a flamboyant grin, suffocating a unhappy soul, twisted in the midnight of time that didn’t call its name, while the darkness struggles, and I call you, wondering where …
Continue reading "Park The Sickness Over There – Unhinged Poem"
Blood on the window, still wet from her veins, harmonica twisted smiles, while the world falls away, a desperation it replaces, synagogues exploding, death eternal, false idols held higher than the flesh desired, a flash, a decision, a life taken, a sentence forsaken, tomorrow rewritten, as I build my throne, a legacy that begins with …
She lets out a stuttered sigh and slams an open hand down onto the table. “WHY DON’T YOU TELL US WHAT IT WAS THAT YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE DOING THERE, AND I’LL LET YOU KNOW HOW CLOSE YOU ARE!” “O-O-Okay, keep your tits on.” He says with a childish giggle....
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