So they gave me
The white pills
And the tan pills
The big pills
and cute little footballs
All very scientific
Stamped and approved
By the FDA

Would they change me?
Would I no longer be
Who I am?
They laugh at me
Ain’t that the point
You stupid mother fucker!

I took em
I hear them Yippie-yi-yo-ki-yaying
Through by bloodstream
like kids on a water slide
But when they get to my brain
Oh they get serious
I can hear the clang of hammers
And droning sounds of drills
And the rumble of heavy machinery
Earth movers and cranes
A mechanized symphony

And they don’t change me
They don’t change anything
Numb me for an hour or two
Bout it.

You can never fix a broken mirror
or read a book
With missing pages
Mute people can’t talk
And the deaf can’t hear
Some things are just meant
To be broken
cracked and imperfect
Some things are just meant
To bleed

So I can never have their love
or their joy
or their beauty
their contentments
their smiles

I don’t understand them
And they’ll never understand me
Nothing wrong with that
Just the way it is
Some things are just meant to be broken
Some things are just meant to bleed.

In the halls of the damned

The Dead call to me
In tongues
At Once
Whispering
Cajoling
Strident
Consuming
Terrible
Only I can hear them

Objects are dimensionless
Depth flees
Width and length
Have no size
Only shadows
Only shadows

The world stops
I can hear it struggle
To Breathe
Sipping breath
Like an elixir of doom

Smiles become winces
Joy – hysteria
Love – obsession
Altruism a carcass
Devoured
By beaks sharpened
On the cloaked shores of mysterious lands
I can hear waves crash
In unimaginable violence
I can hear screams as bones snap
The watery sound of severed throats
Plead for mercy
Plead for meaning

They’re only voices
Only sounds
Only shadows
Marching to war
To a cadence
That has sounded
Through the ages
Can you hear it?
Deeper than a heartbeat
rumbling
Shaking mountains
Like A hurricane wind
It blows

It will never stop
it can
Never stop

They’re…
Only sounds
Only voices
Only darkness
Only wind
Only one heart beating
Only shadows

While God’s malformed Hell hounds
suck pungent nectar from barbed plants

Yet she sings
With arms raised her words do battle
Flashing argent against the coal black sky
Coruscating and relentless
Blazing and incorruptible

While God’s demons devour
Soul charms and innocence.

Her ship voyages dangerous seas
Sailing amidst heart’s cost and pregnant tears
Her verse a nimbus
Freeing dreams to roam where they will

While God seeds blackened crops
And broken wills

Casting runes like wizard spells
Enchantments that climb rainbows
With vines of creation healing broken souls

While God’s wraiths
Sow tears among the fallen

She sails on rivers of blood
Aboard screaming ships
Silhouetted by doomsday words
And flashlight dreams

It no longer warms
Nor succors
Against the vagaries of this world
Threadbare
Worn
Patched

Your eyes
Lost their depth
Mere glass beads
Common place and dull
No longer will creation be birthed in them

Your soul lost its mystery
Gone are the many sojourns
Along mystical paths

Replaced by supermarket aisles
With jaded Hucksters hawking wares

Gone is the music
The symphonies, the Mozartic choir
The songbird’s celestial accompaniment
That always followed your dance
All I hear
Is a dissolute wind
Mourning
Cold
Desolate

I am left in this hollowed hall
As Winter’s chill envelops all
I am left with this Mantle
Threadbare
Worn
Patched

Wondering why I’m unconcerned as

Well manicured hands conduct heart attacks

and coax malignant cancers with polyphonic rage

Witches wearing beauty’s face

On pencil legs and stick figured arms

Coo lovely words behind sneering lips

In the hallway Insect feet chitter across tile floors

Clicking and hissing

Pausing

Clicking and hissing

Skeletal hands screech slowly down cobwebbed dusty windows

Accompanied by cowled mourning doves moaning dirges

Shadows echo down abandoned hallways

Blood drips slowly down the walls

Forming words that…

Sorcerers prepare

Giggling like schoolboys reading fuck magazines

Macabre whispers from manhole covers

Woo delighted children with ice cream and darkened carousel rides

Pulsing eerie light

Green as fresh death

The night is punctuated by screams

Drowning amid angry wind and studious ignoring

Everywhere

Forced smiles and the stench of fear

Souls are caged in skulls

Skulls are sewn into the bodies of torn heroes

Mounted on stakes

Eyelids and lips removed

Lidless eyes smile and stare perpetually at anyone

Who would challenge

A city in shadow

Hiding from itself

Layers of false hope strew the stage
Genetically predispositioned to save the gene
I am more than that fuckers!

Climb they implore
Can you not see the light?
I can not be blinded by false hope

Their penciled stick figured God
Would embrace me
Like some chick’s cheap fuck toy

Would you cheapen insanity?
Make it a crawling insect
Searching for death?

I stare at the world
In a ring made of cheap dreams
It ain’t good enough

I go deeper into the maze
The path is down
Not up

I am the last magician
But I ply no tricks
I just dig

Deeper

Deeper

Pentagon officials announced they fucked up again in their eight year pursuit of 911 mastermind Osama Bin Laden.  Award winning journalist Oddpoet revealed that Bid laden was not in North Waziristan but actually working as an animator for the Walt Disney Company.  When pressed Pentagon bigwig Gates admitted that Bin Laden penchant for changing one letter in his named befuddled the Pentagon’s brain thrust.  The plug wearing Gates said, “It’s really not our fault we were looking for Osama Bin Laden and he was working as Osama Ban Laden, You have to admire him, he is a crafty son of a bitch.”  The pentagon wunderkind went on to state that he believed Bin Laden had outside assistance and probably four or five foreign nations were involved in the nefarious scheme.  He urged all Americans to remain suspicious and terrified.

Scientist announced they had nothing really to announce.  They did say the quest of cures for children leukemia, cancer, aids, global warming were continuing at a snail’s pace.  “But on the bright side we discovered after intensive research that when you rip a lab rat’s ears off they make a really cool screeching sound.”

A group representing the “Real horror writers of America” urged a boycott of the phony Vampire movie “New Moon”  It’s an outrage, you have 13 year old chicks fingering their sludge pods over some cute vampire who don’t even suck blood.  What the fuck?  He predicted dire consequences on the continued fagification of American youths.  “Let’s face it a vampire is suppose to tear your throat out and they never fuck, sheeze”

The National Organization of Woman’s news conference announcing the group’s legislative initiatives urging the “castration of all males” was disrupted by the iconoclastic Oddpoet.  While overturning tables and tossing dildos at the “lesbian fucks”, Oddpoet announced his own agenda. He planned to “coldcock any chick who pisses him off” to demonstrate He turned and dropped a female reporter who got too close.  In the melee that followed Oddpoet was remonstrated by an associated who screamed, “she was not a lesbian Oddpoet, she was a pretty cool nymphomaniac who would fuck any man who looked her way or bought her a cup of coffee.” the never remorseful bard said, “Fuck the bitch, they’re all dykes in training”   As he was being led away to a waiting police wagon he urged all lesbians to continue making “Dyke flicks”, and that “he was still a sucker for girls going down on each other.”

In related news, Oddpoet planned to publish from prison his controversial annual Yuletide extravaganza, “very cool suicide letters.” The gang raped deviate stated that he had the “utmost respect for anyone who up and offed themselves.” The American Business alliance rejected the post and urged anyone in the depths of despair to hold off on killing themselves till after the holidays.  That “the consumer driven American economy needed every present bought and paid for by aforementioned emaciated American poverty stricken consumer, It’s no time to be selfish”

And every word of it is true…

The universe was engulfed in shadows
The Moon doused its radiance
Light died painfully
Its screams sucked down
At the point of singularity

Hungry animals devour the strong
While the meek became chaff for the scythe
The preacher man wrung his hands
And cursed God
Love became rape
Cannibalism replaced altruism

The Few
Huddled in the cold sheen of despair
And listened to the dying screams which haunted their darkness
They heard the approach of vicious evil
.And clutched each other
Cursing the skin that separated their essence

On This day
When the Light Died
And Darkness prevailed

They prepared to Die