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Unnatural Decay Under a Strange ChurchThere's a white shelled transvestite ladybug crawling across the word "Underwear" on a Craigslist browsing computer screen in the public library.
Then it flew away into a bee's nest in the attic. Here is your epitaph: nettle tincture honey is a sweat curse and friendly lies are a pained dessert. Pretend that bee sting poison is an opium syringe, ladybug.
But the scarlet letter was her bloody joke when a gay social assassin posed as rogue busy bee named Ahab, crouched about to shatter a burgundy shelled secret like a harpoon through a stained glass window.
Across the library St. Asmodeus felt a chilled dagger through his lead filled heart when passing kids threw an iced snowball through the church's window. The summer before, a night creeping praying mantis had broken in and died. Now the glass fell with wet snow and crushed the dead mantis who had stood erect with patient lifelessness until then.
Then the raw moon beams shone down to melt the unnatural metal into a wood encased pool on
Feelings are Dust (even when ours are the same)
Dark chocolate & espresso
with Bic ink you're dust.
My stomach & your brain
makes dawn a twilight red dusk.
A couple of words
describe us two.
me & you.
Get the drift? Feel that draft?
That's an ozone aroma, a prelude to rain.
Nature's craft is my gift
and my gift is just a game.
I don't know how you feel now but if you'll have some dark chocolate and espresso with me we'll probably feel the same.
Whatever that's worth.
If I'm Alone Whose Shadows Are These?*
Earth; our theatre.
Is it showtime already?
Where are our seats?
Popcorn is better
anticipated than ate.
Wow, I feel fuzzed.
Parking lot faces,
shadows of unknown people,
they bump against me.
Cold November nights
hold rogue opportunity;
dancing heat, or love?
Your Coffee Stain Looks Like a Greek TragedyEzra Kilo licked the barn straw from his dry mouth and felt his head pound against the bright square of warm autumn light that shone down with morning candela.
“Morning misery.” He said. He clung onto a gray beam that injected splinters into his hand as he rose from a bed which had fallen apart during some early morning hour. The black wool blanket that transformed straw into party bed disappeared along with most of his guests. A few responsible drunks chose the grace of blacking out in the rented barn instead of driving home through long country roads where farmers drive million dollar lawn mower machines.
Ezra climbed down the loft of the barn and once on the ground searched for one of the many plastic water bottles that experienced drinkers drink with hard liquor to prevent hangovers. The stench of morning wet straw and rotting grass smelled putrid instead of like summer nights through the discerning nose of the hangoveree.
Ezra found a virgin water bottle on the cement
A tall boy in jeans pushed open a door on the dark side of a small town's courthouse. A pretty girl followed and grabbed his arm and the doorknob behind her and heard the door click in the dark. The dark excited both of them and they walked through more doorways into the main forum of a large central room. The second and third floor ceilings were constructed around a circular hole with imposing railings for people to look down.
Shadows moved across shadows and the boy walked up the large marble staircase to the second floor.
"Wait for me." The girl said. She stayed very close to the boy who pressed forward because the bottom level felt watched.
"It's better up here." He said.
"It's so open. We can go anywhere. Why don't they lock the doors?"
"We can see Main Street from that office." He said and motioned towards one of the many doors that transitioned the architecture from American regalism to municipal office deco. The air hung dry like old paper that sat at the bottom of a locker thr
Dark AlleysI never take walks at night, so I can't say I've ever seen a "dark alley."
As a writer of deeply depressing and blandly droll stories, I've always thought about them.
Once, I wrote a vignette about a girl in the woods who came across three houses, all perfectly alike, and the tall, narrow slips of space between the buildings were immediately apparent to her. To her alarm, she realized drunken men and women were tumbling from the shadows, out of that space, where they had been completely unseen before. How long was the distance across?
But I live in the suburbs. Are there truly dark alleys to come across or even dare to walk through? All the buildings are much too far apart, and the alleys aren't nearly long enough to be frightful. But I can't think of it, can't imagine having to go through an alley for whatever reason, as I am the sort of person who sits on the concrete and waits to be mugged, rather than walk right into the mugging.
And that is the job of all writ
GuiltyI look at you there in the hospital bed,
So fragile, so weak, like a porcelain vase.
I sit at the foot of the hospital bed,
No sound, no noise, it's as if we're both dead.
I wonder, if I hadn't been such a fool,
Would we still be here, in this cold, sterile room?
Because of my lies and my half-hearted truths,
We both wound up in this terrible mess.
I promised you truth, to be given in time,
But time waits for no one and neither could you.
Impatient and curious, you sought out the truth,
The truth I had hidden, the truth of my past.
What was meant to be buried you woke from the grave;
The Pandora's Box that once broke me in two.
Now look at you, you're as still as a rock,
And me? I'm just about as frozen as you,
Just inside, where no one can see all my scars.
How did this all start, I don't even know.
That's a lie, (again), but it's how I stay sane.
Every time I recall the way that you smiled,
I wonder why I lied, why I held back the truth.
Well, it's too late for regrets now, wouldn
Autumn HomeThe wistful wind
The tide of the trees
The red and gold color
Of crisp fallen leaves
The vast green floor
And blue tapestries
Blew right through me
With the gentle breeze
My peaceful heart
Knows its home
This great rock
Of which I roam
The Merovingian Prince: Prologue
The little boy ran, his bare feet exhausted and torn by the surrounding thorns and fallen sticks. His breath came in sharp rasps, the blood spilling out of his arm mirroring the tears spilling out onto his cheeks. The sounds of heavier, faster footsteps gaining from behind forced his burning limbs forward. He looked back in fear, only to see the shadow of his tormentor quickly closing in on him. The little boy pushed his legs harder than he had ever pushed them before, but it was still not enough.
A sharp pain in his back threw him to the cold, hard ground. He could feel the warm rush of new blood spilling over his tattered shirt and the edges of the universe fading into nothingness. The heavy footsteps came closer, slower, more menacing and terrifying than the rapid speed. He thrust his arm forward, his fingernails digging into the earth as he attempted to pull himself forward. Dark chuckles sounde
Poem: Hold OnHold On
I heard you crying last night
Did you stop trying last night?
You scream there is nothing left
You say there is nothing inside
You used to fly up so high
But you fell to pieces in the sky
You let go of your faith
And threw away your dreams
Try and find something left for us
I'll turn the lights out
Sleep for tonight
I have to leave,
You have to face this alone
You need to build your strength
You lost faith in me
And gave up
You know there is nothing
Left of us
You say it's too late
And nothing hurts
The feelings will come
And some will burn
But some will heal
If you keep strong
You won't hurt anymore
You can lay in the grass
And feel the sun
If you'll just wait for one
Keep shining darling
It's never too late
To turn your life around
Even if only for a day
You can reinvent yourself
And become someone new
Live a different life
And dry off your eyes
Just keep smiling,
I promise you it's not all gone
There is light at the end
All you have to do is hold on
ChinatownYou made me wait
at the corner,
which wouldn't let go
of the asphalt and rain.
You missed out on fireworks
and caterpillar dragons;
so many footsteps
shifting in red.
Autumnal nightAutumnal night
The feet feels cold
Jacket on the shoulders
The shirt was not folded
A cup of tea
Three Suitcases by the door
A bitter-sweet feeling
It's thirty minutes past four
No choice but to leave
For a new start
No choice but to leave
And let love into my heart
Free FallFree Fall
Thoughts swirling in my head
Pushing me to the edge
So far to the edge
I feel like jumping, jumping into the abyss
Swimming, flying, not dying but a deep sleep
Maybe eventually I would wake
But, I just want to jump
A free fall into an
Until I fall
I want to feel the rush of falling
The wind in my hair
The problem is
I would die if I jump and I'm not ready for that.
30. Under the RainThe things I need to do,
All the things to move forward in life,
Keep me awake at night.
So focused on everyone else,
Busying myself with their lives,
I forget about myself
I'm my own worst enemy,
And my best friend.
Such a contradiction.
But there is balance within the contradiction
I know the things I need to do,
In order to move forward in life.
I get so worried about others,
And their happiness,
I have forgotten how to make myself happy.
Rotating my life around a man,
Making it to the point where I rely on him to make me happy,
And he doesn't deserve that.
Fear of moving forward,
Scared ridiculously for my father,
Because since mother is gone.
I don't want to pack my possessions,
Because I feel like I'm abandoning him.
My sister always thinks of only herself,
Vanity in its finest.
I am terrified of becoming something like that.
That is why I focus myself on everyone else,
And I know I need to start focusing o
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