The Peasant That Needs to Die

He fell like an Atom bomb,

circled the drain.

Heard piggies squeal, and a harpy peal.

Freak-out, on the left! Black-tie right.

He’s really out of sight.

Look at his His long, white legs

reflecting moonlight off the Sun.

He dreamed of everyone,

and sour wine, strung-out muscles,

grinding bones, His back’s so sore…

And they’re calling, shouting,

asking: We Need More.

More. MORE. MORE!

He mopped his remains 

off the kitchen floor;

blood-stained and reckless, 

He’s beautiful! Galore!

He’s everyone 

He ever loved

He’s everyone

who ever loved him.  

My Love, 

I’m  all yours.

Star Boy, don’t you cry now

I’ve seen your tears on the stair.

Star Boy, won’t you fly now?

You’d be shining, up there!

You’ve got stars in your eyes, boy.

You’ve got a heart made out of silicone

You put stars in her eyes, boy

Don’t you know you’re her world?

Star Boy, can’t you see it?

Your nose-dive lit up the sky.

Star Boy, how could you be it?

Your luster gleams in her eye.

Don’t you know you’re a STAR, boy?

Caustic phasors melted through the haze.

Don’t you know you’re her STAR-BOY?

She’s got you stranded in a cosmic gaze.

Star Boy, won’t you fly now?

You’d be shining up there!

I don’t know what I’ve been waiting for
And I don’t know why I’m still here.
These broken dreams have jagged edges
And I can’t scream–can’t run away.

Every day fades from memory;
Lost in hazy dead-end fantasy
where happiness may yet roam.
But I awake to find new scars.

And I turned to face myself
Asked, “What on earth have I become?”
But the man who stared back at me
Silently stepped away.

Then, I reached out to touch
her glassy lips against my own.
And the flame flickered in the evening breeze,
as I watched her smile fade.

He stared, as if long he’d been within a dream,

into what remained, laying broken

watching through shuttered blinds.

He watched her cry– 

A Rose which grew, through the twisted fen.

crooked arms strangled ivy and thorns.

He’s flotsam fuming through,

he never knew anything anyhow.

Time and again he found himself

straddled by her wispy thighs.

She sung to him

in cackles–madness, I fear.

And they locked him away, said,” it’s okay,

The doctor will see you soon.”

But I spy among mangled limbs,

scratched as if on a whim:

“Goodbye, cruel world. Goodbye.”

Inky clouds oozed out of my head,

now, discarded off our bed.

It muttered, “I think he’s dead.”

His brittle limbs, draped the edges

stirred as he moaned, “Oh dearest Mother…”

She saw him with those crystalline eyes,

all covered in gems, a crown

she watched, as though in disguise

“But, I’m happy.” He spoke through a frown.

Asleep at my side

silently swayed she,

beneath black moonlight

And a sea

Where her dreams

unfurled

To a shivering wind.

Sable bodies sank,

Glistening in the night

against a pale, blue light

From which stars,

impossibly far,

Languidly blinked.

Frothy mountains whirled

Between her thighs,

And cloudy ripples cascaded

Against her skin,

Broken here,

and scarring there,

bleeding behind sobbing doors.

I lay abreast my world

Slumbering through sweet,

sapid dreams.

She saves,

but sings nevermore.

He drowned, in deluge of red wine;

Asphyxiated, a saccharine smoke,

She stared through his foggy eye,

he’s blinded in the Night. 

It was an awful, putrid sight. 

She pretends to sleep.

and hollow voices spill out from the windows,

shouts and sexy squeals and voices I’ll

never know, spank lewd strangeness,

moaning, in pleasure? in pressure?

I am not a sentient thing,

I have never been. a sentient thing.

Her votive vigil scraped me up– again;

off vomit-smeared linoleum stalls,

and love smeared bed sheets;

from behind smoky car windows

where, we were laying lifeless;

balloons in hands sullied with ash, 

and sweat, and love.

Fingers entangled,

We fell like broken satellites

covered in twisted alien forms.

The trees swallowed us between gargantuan limbs; 

pale, latex skin, grappled like a morass of translucent,

tendrils, bleeding beneath a plane of iridescent gems, 

that weakly churned against the velvet sky.

We, in the distant dark below, were watching.

The next morning I awoke;

lion claws ripped at my flesh.

I burned them away in the morning cold

but I needed something more.

valium, vodka, and another joint.

c0ldvoid:

My mind is buzzing in a thousand directions,
Emotions half-felt and rejected
A balancing act of downers and uppers
Just enough so I can stay awake
To bury my pain some more

Let him save me, let him accept me, let him never know me
Let me be free from the cast of being known
This unplaceable ache, the tremors in my bones
Let death be my relief,
And never say it came too soon
Even through the white noise static, I can hear myself
Shouting for escape.

(via c0ldvoid)

“My God, what have I done?”

screamed I, bereft ‘the sun;

I hid behind two crystal globes.

it’s beating through my hand,

through my arms and in the sand.

I’m on Mars, I’m in hell,

will I ever be well?

“My, that’s just swell.”