Apathy spreads like Gingivitis
Swollen tongue with crawling spiders
Be careful what you swallow
Decorated exposition in the tonsils
A deafening circus in dark spaces
Be careful what you consume
Grit like vines wrapping around
the excruciating sounds of chipped teeth
Be careful what you speak
She sabotaged the dance in the glass ballroom
I wobbled
She exterminated the jitters in the broken conversation
I trembled
She annihilated the echoes of magnetic attraction
I shook
She extinguished the blaze and tremors
I weakened
She damaged our fragile daydream
I froze
She obliterated and paralyzed our cemented love
I stumbled
She shattered our eternal promises
I cried
She abolished the state of confusion
I suffered
She consumed my beliefs and spit on the blood in my veins
I staggered
She smashed my sympathy and disposition with her concrete words
I spiraled
I flatlined with the axe cutting through my tarnished soul at midnight
Hypnotized by the sound of ice
Clinking in the sound of a glass
Smoggy and dreary atmosphere
Bottles full of hollowness
Mixed exchanges and signals
Pleasantries found in a blur
Spinning comments climbing up
Overdosed by her lustful winks
Lost between delusions and rainbows
First impressions engraved
A fragrance of whiskey circles
Crack of the cue ball dances
Spreading the triangle to all the corners
Quarters placed on the table
Perfume and alcohol mesh
A stench causing grins and sneers
Digits written in pink lipstick of the bathroom stall
A bartenders chuckle reverberates
Jukebox music playing at a ridiculous decibel
Communication at a bare minimal
Skirts and cleavage lecture over a free drink
Epilogues stumbling in and out
Clumsiness and truth cross paths
Ex lovers stuck close in a soap box
Identities hidden promenading in
Monologues spoken wobbling out
A haven of melancholic thoughts
Stationed between 2nd street and the laundry mat
Match made in intoxicating nirvana
I paid a subscription to your diary
I paid a fee to have a piece of your heart
I paid the gatekeeper to find the key
And the price chipped at my blood soaked soul in the cage
I paid the politicians to write a book of lies
I paid the servants to disservice the king
I paid the sinners to sell their crimes
And the price chipped at my blood soaked soul in the cage
I paid the witnesses to run away
I paid the fortune teller to paint a picture
I paid the artist to forecast golden dreams
And the price chipped at my blood soaked soul in the cage
I paid the hunter to kill the enemy
I paid the invader to seek out the truth
I paid the villain to stab me with fears
And the price chipped at my blood soaked soul in the cage
Skating on a thin transgression
Meandering on a wide back road
Falling through a tangled excursion
Uneven and disarranged chaos
Deflecting the indifference
Lightheaded from my shortcomings
Crawling in my untouched exploitations
Juggling white shadows and black light
Washing away the birthmark
Recognizing the drawbacks and faults
Tainted in your burnt eyes
Bleeding drops of anger in my own
Crawled inside your minutia
Fumbling around like loose change
Boggled and mangled in a jar of deceit
Held by your trembling hands
Errors dripping like candle wax
Wide stains of fear cradled
Mishandled affection is a hangnail
Dipping innocence in spoiled paragraphs
Words thrown like sharp razors
Ripping skin while bathing in apathy
Discrediting and botched up
Miscalculating the rationalism
Dividing and conquering the weak
Ruining and driving names in the mud
Clutching onto the poison of the villain
Tiptoing around the matter
A pale face turns to be revolting
Choking on your lethal audacity
Like a black wolf in disguised
Witnessing you gulping corruption like vodka
Intoxicated by your brutality
Shaking my silence from side to side
Falling in your art of destruction
Constantly drunk from your vibrating sins
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Somewhere east along Highway 37
A neon sign flashes intermittently vacancy
The Scarecrow Hotel remains alone
Stained threadbare carpets muffle TVs
And tearful phone conversations
Sixteen parking spaces yet only four filled
Warm shower and a sagging bed for the night
The ancient bricks lure the demented and sick
Vultures eying through the windows
Black and blue clouds crying endlessly
Wooden floors feeling troubled feet
Surrounded by ravens and blackbirds
Five miles east of the bloodhound river
She threw her suitcase on the queen
Predictably it flew wide open
The latches never held right, just like her heart
Two changes of clothing to cover her bruises
He’ll never touch her again but
Wrinkled clothing and a wad of cash
Don’t heal scarred faces
The letter “E” is barely visible in the sign
Voices humming a overture in the cellar
Last names engraved on walls by spirits
Doorknobs hanging by three threaded bolts
Driveway gravel is black as night
Welcome mat covered in red ants
He stares into the chipped mirror
Five o’clock shadow daily dulls razor blades
Just like the rings that dull his once bright eyes
The phone bill shows her increasing texts
Every time he travels to pay for her wants
More hours, more money, more fancy things
Less of him with less of her, he looks away
Dark stories unfolding in the rooms
Sheets covered in lies and betrayal
Cigarette smoke stirring up shadows
Tiny cracks in every bathroom’s mirror
Brown mustard dripping from faucets
Stained tears found in the corners of closets
She hears voices not her own
Listens every day upon a rented bed
One weekend she opened her eyes
Bloody hands and a very dull knife beside her
Finally a quiet clean house
Ever since then she lives with a smile
Mama taught her little girl don’t take no shit
Storytellers, dreamers, and howlers visit
Intending to sleep but fall in the depths
Replaying memories of the past
Cynics and liars raise a toast at the bar
Tipping the bartender bullets instead of dollars
Quarrels served at the table tops
He loosens a tie used as a tourniquet
Money well spent on the tricks of a whore
Last Friday he played two gigs stacked
Brain damage found in riding a white horse
Picks up his guitar and hums a few chords
Remembers the eyes of a lover
It’s another night, another hotel, another road
A neon sign flashes vacancy nonstop
Full of headaches, screams, and lost souls
Built on a cemetery of the Crowe family
Generations of terror between 6am and midnight
Sleep is just a word inside these haunted walls
Stories never die…
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1/16 inch thin layers
Appealing to the saliva of the dogs
Overrated and shallow interiors
Claiming to be a superior
A rancid exterior to animals
Gritting my frustrated teeth
Recognizing a frivolous mind
Intellectually inept and blank
A lost Aardvark in the desert
Shutting you off like a valve
Lacking the ability to digest
Mad at myself for allowing you in
A crawling fool on the inside
Seeking depth and connection
Seeing an overhyped individual
Kiss me until we see the dark
Stand in the showering limelight
Seal your vow in the music box
Recite your lyrics softly in my ear
Sing me a song of devotion
Hum to me in your hushed tone
Dress me in your secret message
Hesitate your seductive murmurs
Swallow your sighs and hints
Mumble your satire in your birthday suit
Leave me your pamphlet of ridicule
Staring at your cynicism and bitterness
Remove the jaw jacking banter
Make love to me like the rancid dog
Deliver me one honest sentence
Walk away like the black widow
Like a caterpillar in the midnight rain
Crawling through the hollow misery
Love departed in the chilling seams
Disappearing sentiments shriek
A Rendezvous slipping away in palms
Astonished by the copper leaves flying
Lakes drying up from the emptiness
Broken prayers misguided by the glare
Compromises thrown like pounds of dirt
Discomfort stuck in the tendons
Our love trembles and yowls
Agony settling like trampled dust
Gasping on the soaring affliction
heartache submerged in soot and spit
A romance ripped at the fingertips
Surrounded by the scalding temperatures
Violent cramps pricking rhythmically
Thickening torture runs down my throat
Weeping madly and in confusion
Seeking deadly faults within the glass
An illness dispersed in coarse veins
Our love shivers and screams
Clarity is a dark cloud dangling
in my sunken and insomniac eyes
Jumbled up words scribbled in my mind
Walking like a tormented disorder
Gripping on to the petals with my palm
Forever embroidered within my sleeves
Dropping it below my tattered knees
Falling to the distorted earth
Gazing up at the swollen apricot sky
Tears flooded like a waterfall
Our love bleeds and pulsates
Shadows of the gravestone widen
A fortress of preciousness clamped
Clutching adoration and admiration
Seeking answers from a growl
Tasting chunks of sorrow
Drinking melancholy from a flask
Elsewhere and gone in my pockets
A nickel has more value than my identity
Bitten by never ending and lasting scars
Latching onto oppression and misfortune
Our love flinches and grovels
Questioning faith and man made religion
Cursing like a drunken sailor
Angry at the curved roads without signs
Cut hands raised in the fickle air
A flight of exasperation lingers
Waking up from vexation in my stomach
Anxiety and headaches twinkle like stars
Burden worn like an army jacket
Distress sinking in my teeth
Anguish and inward sketches touch
Our love is seeking answers in the mist of our hands
She dwelled in the chair of the copycat
She fell into a whirl of mischievousness
Rotating around the word swipe
She watched the clock tick in exile
She twisted herself between lies and truth
Revolving around the word heist
She was smoldering among the thieves
She lost respect when she stole phrases
Spinning around the word hijacked
She viciously borrowed invincible words
She stood in the shadows of peace
Circling around the word embezzled
She wore an invisible crown of deceit
She vanished when others pointed fingers
On the other side of the sphere with crooks
Promenading around the vintage square
Marching up and down like a soldier
Preserving the gloomy kingdom
The absolute and dreary monarch
Glancing up at the gnarling sultan
Toying with the saddened jesters
As they stare out the tear jerking windows
Mimes crawling outside the gates
in front of the gory and sopping river
Stumbling citizens speak like dragons
Clans of violence raid innocent homes
Barking dogs howling at the dying moon
Chopped off heads laying in ditches
Limbs shambling to the sunrise
A division between absurdity and insanity
Born in the thick of Chardonnay
Sweetness is just a flavor in a fifty mile radius
Dingy peasants begging for a light instead of bread
Inhaling the essence of bloodstains
Waking up in a bath of blush
Stuck in misery and fallen pieces
Like a dream shivering in maroon
Caves of turmoil splatter illness
An unknown species walks in the dark
Spewing words like tall weeds
Cutting through rocks with a monotone voice
Using only four syllable words
Monsters tall as skyscrapers touching
the tip of cerulean clouds
Gripping winds with hands as large as boulders
Roaming wicked jungles and grudged mountains
Over twenty thousand characters gliding on soiled clay
Surrounded by a lightning cage
Seeking a path to return their lost world
Unknown to how they arrived in Herston
Kill my ignorance
Lay me down
Kill my soul
Choke everything
Kill my existence
I want nothing here
Kill my silence
I want to disappear
Kill my love
For it was never true
Kill me now
I’m done living
Drowning Lies Pass
I walk around with sanity
wrapped around my cold neck
I chatted with the in acid reflux
stuck in my throat
I slept with the hurricanes
surrounding the monster within
I fell into the ocean that
consumes the wreckage outside
I stood in front of the villains
that stole love from the monsoon
I left the darkest tunnel
to seek empathy in the light
I haunted grief like the night wept
under the hooked stars
I woke up from the phantasm
and threw away the silence to breathe
Exacerbated teeth
Displeased tone
Fiercely antagonized
Resentful up to the neck
Offensive esophagus
Twitching irrationally
Ill tempered and fuming
Provoked by repetition
Inflamed and irritated
Constantly harping
Strapped in defense
Whiplashing an offense
Sore and wrathful
Frozen solid to the center
A fistful of anger
Disrespectful and disregarded
Mouthful of harsh words
A storming outburst
Hanging acid from the corners
Bitter and twice bitten
Open up the wounds
One brutal tongue lashing
I’ve fallen between the snarl and the calm whispers
I’ve fallen between the thin cracks and the hollow cries
I’ve fallen between insignificance and crumbs of emptiness
I’ve fallen between the corners and crevices of brokenness
I’ve fallen between the remains and disguised pieces
I’ve fallen between the torn walls and dreary coatings
I’ve fallen between apathy and a misfit playing in the black
I’ve fallen between misery and torture dancing in my blank eyes
Tapping my left foot
to the trembling acoustic sessions
Pouring out my sliced up heart
to a blind mannequin from Florida
Ignoring the gauze wrapped tight
around my twitching fingers
Manipulating the longwinded view
of the moment she packed her
things in a thousand dollar suitcase
to leave me empty bottles and
stains on the lavender sheets
Bartender, bartender pour me a shot
please fill up my glass of half empty truths
Tell me the melody won’t stop playing
in my spinning and rambling head
Paint me a picture of a crystal clear moon
Preach to the fire hydrants
the rain will put out the crying flames
Send me photographs of the future
with a bouquet of blossoming dreams
Write me a love letter without the
scent of scotch on the envelope
Tell me the six strings will reverberate
in my sea of liquid sorrow
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Like a sunburn in the desert
skin bright as copper
Peeling the layer of desensitized
anger off with bitter teeth
Lackluster consideration
Wrapped around her centered self
No longer grasping of love
Magenta saliva dripping off
his jaded and reckless tongue
Calm like a silent bomb
Ripped off exasperation
Provoking frustrations
Boiling animosity and tantrums
Scratched and irritated affection
Pecks and lifeless cold shoulders
Struggling to confine the stew
Outraged by the stillness
A piece of mind is endlessly shaking
Slithering up Blackout Hill
Decorated vines wrap around my palm
blades fall like rain drops
Echoes of murder growl
at the turbulent and crying sky
I fell between jitters and anxiety
Dirt trembles in the morning
Distant memories click and clack
Love lies in a casket
Dreams don’t escape the coffin
Pungent graveyards bleed sorrow
I slipped between shock and tremors
Dead ends plead guilty
Blankets cover up the claws
Eyelids drip heavy oppression
Trains wreck in the shadows
Dancing in a cold sweat
I tripped into the razor nightmare
Aggravation stews at midnight
Chards of terror surround insomnia
Perplexity and complexity tangle
Faith and beliefs scatter
Nerves gravitate to the weak
I rest my torment on a bed of thorns
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