Archive for October, 2013

Miss Juggernaut

Posted: October 6, 2013 in Poetry

The mechanical doll roars to life,

Steam pouring out her glowing orange eyes,

Her name is Little Miss Juggernaut,

And she’s collecting blood debt on overdue lies…

Her claws are sickly sweet and coated in ochre,

Her metallic spine jerks itself into place,

To devour yet another errant ogre,

And her black snake tongue cleans her gory face…

Clicking like a deathwatch beetle hunting for a meal,

It moves through the crowd without a single wasted motion,

Its black streamers of hair catch the light with their razorblade edges,

Slicing open her bloody black ocean…

Its shrieks and creaks rattle the planet,

And the just all run and hide,

Safe inside their modest houses,

While the metal doll shoves the wicked into her unforgiving maw…

Only the guilty run, only the evil tried vainly to hide,

The innocent cowered before the Doll Machine’s judging eyes,

Only to be passed on, forgotten, in pursuit of fouler tides,

The monsters all bled that day, standing on quivering ammonia stained thighs…


Little Black Pots

Posted: October 6, 2013 in Poetry

The little monster trembles in the corner,

But today I have no sympathy,

The monster lies, claiming false honor,

And I have no fucking sympathy…

Sitting on my head, wishing me dead,

But today I know no mercy,

Flung fast to the ground beneath me,

Monster cracked its little head, now it can’t see…

Little creature, little pet,

Your child screams alone, best fly back home,

Before I eat something you regret,

Before I devour the blackness in your name…

Give in, my sweet, to the gradual and descending crush,

Of my boot turning your rotten apple skull into mush,

You’d tried to make me bleed, you tried to hurt what’s mine,

I’ll slide to the valley of the hill, lubricated by your slush…

Laughter rattles in my head but I don’t feel it,

It’s only as my feet sink into the soft grass that I realize it’s mine,

I was never one to easily give it,

Up if by all rights what you claim is MINE.

Shake the blood off the fur before it rots,

I won’t have you slaughtered so carelessly,

I promise to collect your merits in little black pots,

I just hope no one else can see they’re empty…