lion

human race;
shit show
animals don't sink
to the depths we do
drunk assholes
do their prostrated
mating dance
in this shitty bar
on drinks of mind altering
liquid
dumb enough at the start
now compounded
and stumbling back
to a bedroom somewhat close
or a parked car
and this is why we are losing
and the world will someday
shake us of its shell
dumb + dumb
and high hopes for the future
seriously?
dumber than i thought
and i watch the
short bus peacocks
and wish i had the ejector button
i'd rather be alone right now in silence
to contemplate why I wasn't
born a lion
just and sure
of my brethren
a king upon a kingdom
and no drunk assholes
and all the ladies
i could
handle...

whiskey (fuck yeah)

blind
thank god
all those bright
colors
were burning
my mind
and soul

(junk-pile / procrastination / the enticement of her skin - or, simply,) my sweetheart’s drunk again

the creaking fan sings it

bright out

loud

why haven’t you finished yet?

it’s a simple thing

to finish

what is already so near

completion

old brass blades are staring through

the bars

at me

and it’s true that there

is no excuse

friday night and already

my mind is buzzing

with the failure

of a another week down

the drain

gurgling it’s nasty

addiction

to living

every day

life

while the dreams stack up

in huge piles

in an ever

fading

light

like the dishes

by the sink

and the bottles by the door

you came here tonight

again half drunk

and tossed your shirt

onto the floor

and again it felt like

springtime

not this winter

anymore

until we were laying there

in the damp

moonlight

and i came down to this

encore

a fan quietly whirling

and the subtle living breeze

and your body rests beside me

and the brass blade

questioning

where were you as the night fell

and all those precious moments missed

why haven’t you finished

your masterpiece

and all the things upon your list?

i guess it falls

just number two

behind her sultry bliss

the polarizing

light hits hard

with every drunken kiss

and i only hope

the dreams i left

don’t grow

jealous

of her

skin

lying there

in the moonlight

while i

waste

this

time

again….

gone - bone – the wincing branch

i am a branch under the weight
of snow
and ice
the aggressive attack
of a world
that chills to the bones
that they try to

break apart
i hear cracks

every moment,
tiny fissures in my desire
for life
and i am waiting
each dry and windy moment
for that final snap
and crumble
the sweet relief of
the battle lost
as the howls
and cries,
the names of those
who i could once
lean on
here

waste

i waste time like water in a dripping
faucet
contempt
broods

and slowly

germinates

in the darkest corners

of my very soul
each day too short
and not enough done
why does the

ticking mistress
run out so soon
and i

was just

warming up

deep

if you learned i was a robot

would you hold me while i cry
or just toss me an old oil can
and say, “wipe the tears from your eyes?”

if i was a shooting star

exploding in the sky

would you consider me a missile

and cry out for me to die?

if i were a just stranger

would you give me half a chance

would you flick me off like cigarette ash

at the slightest sideways glance?

if i were a tornado

would you let me hold you for a while

then go and climb down to the shelter

and let the whole thing pass you by?

if i were in a car wreck

would you want to look and see

and cast your gently gazing eyes

one last time at me?

to touch my face so softly

reaching into this grotesque

a scene were love lies suspended

in viscous strings of thick blood mess

and if i said i truly loved you

would the past all melt away

as i lay there dying slowly

would you finally look and see

the man at the core of all of this

now a broken spirit machine

all the gears and springs

of a heart torn up by dreams

they are so soft and fragile

so this puts it to the test

will you realize how deep my love went

when you finally lay me

to rest?

angel 9

angel came down

like a hell-spawn yesterday

woke up and

she was lying

hoping her

sultry body would

help to make it play

i drank too much

i guess

again

so here is where

we stayed

she smelled just like

an angel

but her sweet hair

gave it away

as i watched her

in the after

glow

i could see the way she sneered

she was just the awful devil

trying to steal my soul from here

and i have to admit, i let her

in the night i gave it away

i’ve never seen a creature

that looked so goddamned heavenly

and i guess that’s the crude poison

the second side of the blade

that as my eyes and body

were writhing in pleasure

my soul was dying here

she was a waxwork imposter

with that bold white ink

tattoo

but there were

black wings in the shadows

hanging evil

over you

but god she was spectacular

the artwork of my wildest

desires

i would banish her

to marble

if i could keep it

for a while

and jimi

she was not

what you said

when that lp played

from the distant

living room

in the

amber light of

first times

that thick and foggy

hue

between the

bedroom

and the

record player

as she was

lying

in my

bed

an it hit me hard

while gazing

at her perfect amber

breast

she was the caramel

decadent angel

sent to make

me feel alone

and laying there in silence

her body still twitching

with moans

and I stared off into the darkness

and she was still

somewhat in pleasure

on her own

and this satanic creature

was moving

underneath my satin sheets

and the air all thick and heavy

from the sweaty midnight heat

only a few hours until sunrise

when i can justify my eyes

to to be open while i’m thinking

about all these awful times

i don’t regret the fucking

or tasting her salt skin

a don’t regret the passion

or the lips that i came in

and i don’t regret the nighttime

or the tattoo on her skin

and i don’t regret the devil

i have no time for him

but there is a cold dark

cloud that sits

in my soul each night

it rains on every

perfect thing

that i ever

get in life

this was the only thing i wanted

only 7 hours ago

and i paid my own admission

and it was an historically wild show

and there is no greater desire

than the one she can inspire

but that’s just the thing

this angel

drove to hell

my only

fire

choked out

to a fizzling fuse

by the lack of oxygen

in the inferno

of a single

encounter

my only

favorite

thing