Archive for March, 2015

Fur and Hide

Posted: March 19, 2015 in Poetry

He places the stones gently in my path,

So that I can try to cross the torrent beneath my feet,

I know he just wants to watch me pass,

And make sure I don’t fall or falter…

He knows as well as I do,

That here the nightmares can breathe,

They will smell me as soon as I go,

And try to drive me to my knees…

My hand is never empty,

Even while my mind is terrified,

I know he’s there, but I can’t feel a thing,

And my steps grow ever less wide…

When the water turns to fire,

And singes off everything but my hair,

Only then will the ice come,

To try to freeze me out of my stare…

A gilded path is only a torrid lie,

A gross misrepresentation,

Meant to comfort you as you die,

And allay any hesitance of submission…

I always make it to the other side,

But rarely ever unscathed,

I lose some fur and hide,

But I still conquered the path unpaved…


The Razor and the Wrist

Posted: March 19, 2015 in Poetry

Things wake up in the brain,

Stirring old, long settled dust,

A quick, blinding flash of pain,

As the monster shakes off its rust…

It beings to devour everything in sight,

Just like it’s always done,

Familiarity made warm in a splash of blood,

‘Hey,’ it whispers, ‘wanna have some fun?’

No, no I don’t, and I’m not playing again,

You can set up all the streamers and poles,

But I won’t be circling them once again,

No matter what you think you might know…

‘I’m too old to play this game,’

Says the razor to the wrist,

‘I lost long ago when you found out my name,

When I got fucked without getting kissed…’

The rabbit in the gristle cage,

Doesn’t know what day it is,

Or even its own manufactured age,

It only knows the endless race…

The bottle will shake before it falls from the hand,

As the clockwork joints release their vaporous scream,

Don’t try to pretend you weren’t warned,

Emptied out eyes aren’t always what they seem…


Posted: March 19, 2015 in Poetry

The marionette is back again,

To preen her feathers and dust off old things,

I can’t stop her in her haste to get in,

But I don’t have to listen to her sing…

She destroys the trees to feed the wind,

Trying to tear down old monuments,

With only the weight of her screams,

All she wanted was to be let out of her own dreams…

The sleep was brutal and welcome,

Deafening her insanity to a dull roar,

But she didn’t want to sleep for long,

And comes tearing out the door…

Buildings burn under the heat of her wings,

In her teeth the masters skin hangs in shreds,

Stars explode when she sings,

And the melody will haunt everyone’s heads…

I try to tackle her but she always fights back,

And she’s so much more sturdy than I am,

She’ll burn me up all crispy and black,

Before I can even try to raise my hand…

The elephant on the camels back,

She laughs as you start to slip away,

Turning from flesh to sack,

That’s just the way she likes to play…