Shatter
Fading and just
dimming yes a
seeping dressing
compress on the
septic gash that
leaks one from a
stable state of
mind
Broken mirror
cracked on edges
only holds a
twisted view the
frightwig wearing
case study
unfamiliar
to
you
---
Fire
Blue flame
rising over the
campfire. Sit.
It's dangerous
to play with.
Inhale
this, fill your lungs with new air;
however unhealthy,
welcome the heat.
Let the fire
creep, slowly
building until it
engulfs you
with no burns.
Warmth
takes your
body
piece
by
piece
until it
overwhelms you.
---
Solipsism
Night walk
glance up
at what
you wish
was a
full moon
Paranoia
twitching unclean
skin eyes
now scraping
pavement in
avoidance of self-
created monsters
---
Syncopation
ABANDON HOPE, ALL
YE WHO ENTER HERE.
reads the sign
above the door
of the night
club I enter.
Let me have this
moment of
depravity
as a form
of
relief.
My body
the
body
bangs
against an
echo of
untuned
drums.
The dance
is
distinctly
out of step.
---
Natural
I wish I was a hurricane.
Hell, I already am in some ways.
And not some pissant tropical storm,
I'm talking full on Katrina the Second.
Throwing cars and cows,
Leaving people stranded,
Breaking levees.
At least when things turn to shit,
I can claim that I'm naturally
a disaster.
---
Sacrifice
Won't you
stay
long enough
to see the
sacrifice? I might
just
let it
run it
burns so
bright with
more to
watch the
show.
Old meat
seeps, bit
feet so
cold -
Today
I lost
my way
again. I
might just
let it
go. It
burns so
bright
tonight,
the show.
YOU ARE READING
Poems about fucking.
General FictionOld poems and stories I wrote in college or directly after about a variety of topics. Some mix of dark and funny subjects, might as well read.
