Archive for March, 2014

I love you more than the sky loves the silence, and more than the moon hates the sky whales always biting at it. I’m luckier than a virgin spring untouched by man’s filthy hand, and more blessed and an honest queen. I am in awe of the way you make the world seem brilliant even when it should be grey, and the way you can captivate me with only your eyes and the smile always hiding just below the surface within them. The universe must tire of my desperate and constant stream of a heavy chorus of thanks. Beside you, I will make the sea jealous of my fortitude and endless enduring existence. I will never forget how much better I am for knowing you, and how much more brilliant my world is because of you. You feel like music overwhelming my body and soul until I can barely breathe from the weight of it. Like the missing sliver of my soul has slid solidly back into it’s place as long as you are near me. Wanting is not a word in my armory as long as you’re always beside me, and possibly closer if we can find a way. Thank you for loving me so thoroughly that I can want for nothing, lest I be greedy. I’m am more wealthy than any world leader, and far less taxed by the trivialities of my existence on this plane than they could ever dream of knowing. Happy Anniversary, My love. May we spend many a century together riding the sky whales and growing cosmic Cannabis, and I can’t wait to marry you. I love you, Adam…

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Once upon a time, before chronic illness got the upper hand, I used to interview people. Here are some really cool people I interviewed once.
(Marquis Theater, Denver Colorado.)

You’re so quick to judge,

So quick to open your mouth,

And close down your mind,

So quick to deny unwanted truth…

 

Call me shit with both sides of your mouth,

Suck the blood right out of my crippled husk,

You don’t need me, you don’t need me,

But you still slay me when you’re bored…

 

What’s this? Just my new shiny toy,

Oh, now you find me to be good enough?

Sorry, but I see through that ploy,

For you, I’ll never be good enough…

 

I’ve never been prouder to be shit,

Never more steadied by my own voracity,

I won’t let you make me hate myself,

This is your problem with me, not mine…

 

Casting stones with stained hands,

Only buys you more hypocrisy,

Biting the only hands that ever tried to feed you,

Only ensures your mandatory freedom…

 

The desert awaits, the one that you made,

By judging the sick, the broken, and the tired,

The last card of your shitty hand’s been played,

And your pot is to be devoured…

By your own cancerous pride…

I arrive home and everything is dark…

I open the door and feel blood in my throat,

I see broken things littering the floor,

Some of it nothing, some of it pieces of my heart…

 

My skin crawls as I see words written angrily on the wall,

My heart starts to pound, I cannot breathe,

Out of nowhere the shadow envelops me,

And I am cast with a crack to the ground…

 

What was my imagined sin today?

Did you find evidence of my supposed treason?

Did I step on the wrong shell again,

Am I about to bleed for no reason?

 

The world fades away and I awake to pain,

Confusion, hysteria and cold tile greet me as I rise,

Things pop, and hiss, and give way as I get to my feet,

I can’t breathe right, and I smell rotten meat…

 

I will find the monster smiling in his sleep,

No doubt dreaming of braining me with logs,

But his somnic state will be his undoing,

And he wakes to the sounds of dogs,

Hungry, and primitive…

 

The dogs wake him with barbed penises,

Skewering him on a slavering Rottweiler,

They take their own version of justice for me,

Rending him and violating him to assert their dominance…

 

He screams…

And I erupt with the laughter of a thousand former victims,

The chorus is so loud it makes his ears bleed,

The voices attack his brain without relent,

Cooking it inside its ivory bowl…

 

He turns blue, and grows very still, very cold,

He will not wake in the morning, but the dogs are sated,

They’re prepared now to return their desolate home,

To sleep until they are again needed…