Lonely circus midgets
leave steaming wads of cum
On painted sidewalks
Dogs howl
And Cats still don’t give a fuck
A drunken faggot
Tells the world
he has an answer
Just before he is stoned to death
Pools of rainbow red blood
smile
Inscrutable
Bands play cheap music
For cheap people
while crack whores join convents
Introducing the
G
H
And I orgasmic hot spots
To God’s sad chosen few
A witch takes me into her broken bedroom
Promising to reignite
The fire
The passion
The leer in my smile
While trying to sell me Avon products
Skin so soft
I smile as I cut her throat.
Dimwits tell me the world is a great place
That it’s all bout love
We all should join the lemming brigade
And walk off the cliff
Together
Holding hands
Like some Fag
Meryl Streep movie
Yea, whatever…
Archive for February 9th, 2010
Fuck You!
Tuesday, February 9th, 2010Her Reflection~para
Tuesday, February 9th, 2010She sits at her vanity
Peering at her reflection…
Deep lines plague her forehead,
Her pale skin, matte,
The downturned scowl denies
Any beauty to radiate
From her visage–
He had made her ugly.
He’d poisoned the well
From which her quill drank
Until all she could express
Was vile anger and repugnance;
It stole the sun from her days
And the comfort from her pillows
At night.
He’d sent letters of splendor
Exquisite outpourings of adoration
And striking gardens of golden sunsets,
Such awe-inspiring images of devotion
And eternal love–
They were never addressed to her.
Still
She kept them tucked in her heart,
Decay rooted into infection
And disease surged outward
With each silent beat.
She sits at her vanity
Peering into her reflection
Reminiscing moments
Of days
When the warmth of the sun caressed her cheek
And flowers perished fragrant
For her mere attention…
She had been beautiful then.
©Jen2010 2–8
In Love with the Moon
Tuesday, February 9th, 2010She holds all in disdain
Cold and shining
So hard
like steel
Like ice
Unable to dim
The light she has become
Fixed upon the cold black night
She owns the canvas
The Night
She shuns the stars
Untouchable she is
And the stars weep
Ice crystals
That shines their pain
Her pain
I’m in love with the moon
Though my arms can not
Reach that far
Can not touch
Her
Strain as I might
Regal she is
Donning that lonely robe
She shines
Alone
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