Lurking Fear

Awaiting the inevitable time when something is going to happen.
Shivering in the shade of a tree during autumns cold sun.
Standing beside a gravestone of a lost loved one.
Cold hands seeking a penny for a bite to eat.
Hard stone alley floors are your bed.
Fluid filled lungs, sickness death.
This is your life.
A new love and the laughter and anticipation that it brings.
Basking on white warm sands during the month of june.
Drinking an ice cold soda and relaxing in the park.
Putting on a new pair of warm cotton socks.
Wrapped in a comforter on a winters day.
You bring a new child into this world.
This is your life.

The darkness closed.
A wind did moan.
The moor at night.
I walked alone.
The moon was full.
But shed no light.
The cloudy sky.
Hid it from sight.
A distant howl.
My heart did race.
A cold gaunt look.
Covered my face.
The snarl behind.
A scream in fear.
Claws and fangs.
My flesh did tear.
The beast retreat.
A wind did moan.
The moor at night.
I died alone.

The page the page,
rising away uplifted by wind.
Fills me with rage.
The words the words,
penned in by unsteady hands.
Sting.
Sting me into a tear filled state.
Fingers fingers,
loosen and release.
The page the page,
uplifted by wind
fills me with rage.

I remember when you came home drunk,
how you stank of the bar and you stumbled knocking over the living room table.
You eyes were red and bloodshot, and your vision must have been blurry from all the alcohol you drank.
Laughing at first then you turned to tears, your emotions swaying like a leaf in a thunder storm.
“The alcohol can do that” I said as I tried to comfort you.
You just lashed out.
I went to bed and left you to your ranting, you can’t talk to someone when they’re drunk.

Today I spent the day cutting down bushes in the yard.
Chopping at the thick gnarled knots that sat just beneath the surface.
Each stroke was a heavy one with the blunt axe from the toolshed.
My thumb blistered.
A shirt once white is now covered in dirt and sweat.
At the end of the day I had taken three bushes from their earthy lair.
Chopped them into 3 ft lengths and bundled them.
On wednesday the recycler will take them away.

Your shaded eyelids glancing nightly
across the room so slightly
Beckoning me to my bedroom fate
in the darkness late
Or do the eyes whisper naught
And thoughts just dreams of passions wrought
only visions from within my head
Longing to take you to my bed

I put human hair in a wax coffin,
and buried it in the graveyard.
It caused the death of an enemy of mine,
and made me feel powerful.
But everyone knows there is a price to pay,
when you toy around with life and death.
And the memory of my enemy began to haunt me,
when I saw his children at the store.
Or saw his wife alone in the park,
and saw her grief stricken face.
It came back as a curse upon me, my deed,
began to drive me mad.
Now I sit alone in a padded cell,
not a cell of stone, but one in my mind, relentless in torture.
Torturing me for the life I took,
from putting human hair in a wax coffin,
and burying it in the graveyard.

starch warfare ironing dreams

ode to joe

They cast a black curse on me
number 13 overshadows
black cats crossing my path as I
walk under ladders

My umbrella only opens inside
its the jinx on me
the hex the evil eye
someone left a hat on the bed
now someones gonna die

blaspheme and smile while
dead hookers lie
in the gutter of some other place

away from your laughing face

your nice home, clout
bmw fucking louse
ahead in the game you remain

above the decadance just the same

but are you there you fear
your night time blurry martini binges
life hinges on what you earn

maybe you will never learn

about the dead hooker

lost in desperate permutation
as drops of sweat adorn my brow.
mind forward in contemplation
there is no this nor here nor now.

only tomorrows slow aquisition
of todays long mind numbing pale.
but this doesnt help my indecision
nor does it change my haggard condtition.

you got fucked.
and you wondered why he didnt call
cryin to your friends
following the trend
fucking and sucking after hours
once daddys flower, no more.
drunken fucking club whore.
bitch, growing more and more jaded
while your drunk pussy gets splayed.
wake up.
put on some makeup.
monday morning calls,
but rest assured.
he wont.

plain jane
no strings attached
nothing special
blending in with the crowd
what was your name again
who are your friends
do I know you
did we go to high school together
I have a shirt just like that
you seem so ordinary

 trashcan full of trash
the garbage,
take it out. to the street.
stuff we eat, used, half empty
cartons of chinese food.
papers, old bills, things shredded
so nobody can read them.
empty beer bottles, pot seeds a party
for the middle aged.
a used tampon and an old magazine.
wrapped up in a tissue near the bottom
is a used condom.
take out the garbage

you rain on me
like a dark cloud
pouring forth from above
your heat burns me
like a fever
burns into delirium
your eyes sooth me
like dilaudid
soothes a junkie

cheetos crunch.
sour strips on late night trips.
across a bridge
near waters edge
watching the distant city lights.

cars passing.
glancing eyes of passerbys.
driving fast
zeppelin blasts
backseat day(night)dreams staring.

gas tank is full, lets drive all night.

distant rain,
you can see its gray sheet approaching
like the dusk turning to night
distant rain
you can slowly hear the sound coming closer
like the sound of traffic in the distance