May 2012
1 post
12 tags
"Twink's Tale"
You thought I was mute, didn’t you?
Bitch-boy on the back of the bike,
there for show, right?
They all thought that.
Wez too, sometimes. He always liked to show off,
Max knows it.
I mean, what else do you call a savage
who growls like a beast and pops wheelies?
If that wasn’t assertion enough of his dominance, then
maybe pulling an arrow out of his arm was.
—But I’m not about to complain,
I...
April 2012
19 posts
6 tags
"A Fond Farewell"
Here I stumble along with empty sight
in my mind and fury behind my eyes,
forlorn and aching and cold from your lies.
Finally I can stand, ready to fight
and push you away. You, a mere pimple
in this life, living to drive me crazy
with that sharp tongue. I am not your “daisy,”
baby, never was. I’ll make it simple:
You’re a blemish to me and to mankind—
just like the others, easy to detect.
You...
7 tags
"To: Who would have been my uncle. From: Who would...
Was is hard to fake that smile, Johnny?
Or is it just “John”? You almost look happy,
Which I guess is good, but I can only imagine
What you really feel under that stoic grin.
Truth is, I don’t want to know. I prefer
To think you have whatever other twelve-year-olds
Have on their mind. Maybe games, or sports,
Or just being outside?—All the things you
Wanted to do, but couldn’t, right? I guess...
8 tags
"I only drive in the left lane."
Driving over the limit
is just one of my sins in this world;
is just one of my talents;
is what sets me free—
just to feel the speed my legs don’t know;
to feel in control
and set apart, in the far left lane
as God, if for only a few seconds.
The first line is from the poem “Stone Pond” by Voigt.
8 tags
"Maternal"
Cable back then only had 100 channels or so. Maybe less.
Flipping through never took long. And that’s what I did every day after school at Meme’s house.
After a snack (the best kind of snack—the kind only a grandma could make),
I would grab the remote and flip away in a mindless drone of commercials and daytime television, waiting for something interesting to captivate my seven-year-old attention...
8 tags
"How to Die"
Whatever you do, don’t keep any friends
Cut all your loose ties and live
Alone, in seclusion, in a locale with
Little sun and warmth.
Stay away from fruits and vegetables—
Anything with organic nutritional value
And stick to the grit and grime of artificial
Grease and deep-fried calories.
Avoid any possible physical activity
That isn’t walking to the bathroom or
Parking your ass in front of the...
9 tags
"Lonely Sonnet"
I’ve yet to meet you, whoever you are.
We’ve already spent lifetimes together
In a million possible futures far
From reality. Here, in this nether
World of my own creation, you’re perfect
And imperfect; a design without seams,
So very human—riddled with defects.
You’re real. You are real. But only in dreams
I remember clearly; never when I
Wake up, back in that lonely consciousness
Where...
11 tags
"The Golden Youth to his Master"
Come follow me into the Wasteland,
So we can thrive on the desert sand.
Just you and I, forever bound;
Together in this desert mound.
On two great wheels, we will survive,
And pillion, always, I will ride.
We’ll race the sun at breakneck speed,
As dunes bow for your metal steed.
Though all the long day we must roam,
Wherever we lay our heads is home.
The hot sun and cold moon we can...
6 tags
"Self Portrait"
Christian upper-middle-class bitch
You fucking piece of shit
Aryan, honor student.
Piss on me.
An in-depth look at your resident author.
10 tags
"Gratification"
My clitoris is a good friend of mine
I visit her now and again, in the nighttime
I can tell her things I can’t tell anyone else, wordless, while I’m lying in my bed
Pining between the sheets
Just her and I, old friends
She knows my fantasies, my quirks, my fetishes, and desires
But she isn’t repulsed, only supportive and receptive
As she sends her approval in shockwaves of swollen sensitivity
So...
7 tags
"Don't look at me, I'm just under-privileged white...
Can you hate me any more than you already do?
I, born of love and purpose
I, raised with empathy and understanding, raised in love
I, comfortable in my own flesh-and-bone body
Can you hate me any more than you already do?
I take my life for granted, you say. Do I?
Or do I distract you from your own life—
Which is to say, nowhere near, tragic.
For a friend-
Get your shit together.
9 tags
"September Fades"
Autumn, darling,
dances near
waiting for the wind
to bring her sweet October’s kiss
and early winters chill.
7 tags
"Death is the Wind"
Death is the wind
that races
through the trees.
Cunning and random
to where it will
go.
The unexpected guest;
Unwelcome—
Unwanted.
Yet without warning
or reason,
it blows.
Sometimes a howl,
a whistle.
Or sometimes it flies
on silent wings.
Ever moving—
Ever changing—
Always there
and will remain.
Death is the wind.
7 tags
"Bandit"
On cracked pavement do my boots echo
From the wake of my footfalls
As I tread on.
There are no ears to hear my steps—
No one to acknowledge my presence here.
Only dust;
Wind and dust to greet me
And remind me that I’m ‘lone;
Remind me why I roam.
7 tags
"Weeping Willow"
Willow watches in melancholy silence,
Peering through her thick, green veil—
Waiting for no one to find her;
For no one to sit at her feet
And kiss her soft bark.
7 tags
"Cold Hands"
Cold is loud and heavy;
The assailant of scrawny fingers;
Weak appendages protruding outwards
As the lonesome branches of trees do.
They have no defense from the cold—
And what a toll is taken!
Trembling and pained,
Numbing into a dull ache,
As the soft skin of the knuckles
Cracks and burns.
Poor fingers—poor hands—
That suffer through winter’s trials,
Anxious for the warm rains of April.
9 tags
"Surrender"
Lucid blue skies saturate the iris of your brilliant eyes.
They wash over all you see—the dry mountains and endless highway—
They wash over me.
Stare for awhile, look at me,
Let me look at you too.
Don’t shroud those liquid orbs behind the veil of ebony lashes—
I want to look at you.
Let your rosy lips fall slack and rest
While those eyes play voice to the heart
And convey your mind’s intricate...
8 tags
"Nocturne"
Night falls,
Enthralls me,
Tenders my brain so tired.
Long gone—
Time told by the sun,
And rational thought expires.
Leave me mourn the morn,
For this—
The heavy night is come.
11 tags
"Decomposure"
Heavy metal
Steel enclosure
Bolted shut
For Decomposure
Rots and waits
In iron tomb
Wait for those
Who want their doom
Decomposure
Sees your face
Decomposure
Wants a taste
Screaming men
Reduced to dust
Harvest only
For their guts
Flesh and bone
Will salivate
Decomposure
Dominates
Decomposure
Sees your face
Decomposure
Wants a taste
Waits in cryptic catacomb
Waits for you and you...
5 tags
"Brawl"
Set me free:
Unleash the beast.
Break.
Shake.
Gyrate.
Once you set the monster free,
You can never leave me.
