full moon

in dreams
& death
& dreams about death
we shroud ourselves
in shades of blue
my melancholy gaze
drifts to the moon
and I notice he’s too far away
& full of himself
to touch
as are you

The inside

And now,

I am the lifeless leaves

always falling from trees

I can hear the steady beep beep beep

of machines

the only evidence that I am still alive

but I don’t want to talk about

how I almost died

how the nurse laughed

when I asked if I would need stitches

and you could see bone

and I marvel at my meat

now I know what I look like on the inside

disgusting

pork

And i spent the day

dreaming

of stabbing you

and dangling pieces of you

from my fork

and i will write on your gravestone

how you were

empty

uninteresting

inconsequential

and tasted nothing like pork.

Awful poem

I remember reading that

awful poem to him

(at the time

i thought was beautiful)

and how patient

and controlled his face was

as he waited for me to finish

this rhyming atrocity

so he could get laid.

Sometimes this is the price you pay

Self-help

Does anybody know of any self-help books on how to become a Dark Lord?

I have someone that needs to be disposed of in a secret, yet, unsavory fashion.

black widow

daydreaming

where i silently slipped

inside the blacks

of your eyes

and weaved silken fantasies

like some sorrowful

spider

with a vermillion

hourglass tattoo

churches

Sometimes

Satan

hangs out in

churches

language of goblins

Turn my blues

into poetry

and sing with the

weeping trees

I suck the honey

from the honeysuckle

of my sweet sins

walk with a wasted sway

I speak the language

of the goblins

first date

What is a good first-date dinner conversation?

Besides cats, chloroform, and secret occult satanic sacrifices?

tacklebox

a tacklebox full

of joy & pain

swallow a surprise

you might find

happiness

you might feel

deranged

you might grow wings

you might fly

you might stop

your heart

you might die