The writings of Oddpoet

Poetry that bleeds, screams and never sleeps

A city hides in shadow



I am

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

The world was in chaos

Turns out

The mad­men were right

The Tribu­la­tion

The Rap­ture

The Wrath of Trumpets

And the almighty had spoken

His voice

Sound­ing a bit like Grou­cho Marx

Pro­claim­ing

“I’m flush­ing you all down the hopper”

Accom­pa­nied by Archangels’ on Horns

And the whole rhythm sec­tion was indeed

The pur­ple gang

Men of God

Gashed their Teeth

Unable to assimilate

They were right

All along.

I couldn’t under­stand the madness

The tears

The wrench­ing of hands

I always knew

It was a five ticket ride

A cou­ple of laps around the track

Then

Some­one else’s turn

I thought of the woman

I had loved

And won­dered

What they were doing…

I thought of love

How it never seemed to last

Eter­nal yet

Frag­ile, like hand craved China

And

How my clumsy fingers

Always seemed to break it

I could never glue those pieces

Back together again

Sad…

I thought of the rich

And how pissed they must have been

To real­ize

That at the end of all things

All the wealth they’ve accumulated

Didn’t mean fuck

I thought of the poor and the sick

How they must have been saying

About time

I decide to roll solo

No sense being a hypocrite

At the very end

I got a beach chair

And sat

A hot wind was blow­ing cold

There was fire in the sky

A young child

In tears

Was wan­der­ing lost down the street

I knew him

Appar­ently his par­ents couldn’t take the pressure

and offed themselves

I guess they wanted bet­ter seats

Self­ish bastards

I scooped him up in my arms

And turned him to face me

It looked wicked up there

He smiled

I smiled

We waited

But not too long

Floun­der­ing…

Like a dead fish.

Gaz­ing at deep magic

Inside….Out.

Pil­lars of lust

Smoth­ered

Wrapped in cellophane.

Locked to immoral paths.

Visions in black and white

Against pre­scribed stan­dards of effi­ciency.



I peered out of my window

That TV screen whose chan­nel never changes.

And I SEE!

Androids filled with pre­tended purpose.

Run­ning to and fro toward mock destiny.

I see them har­nessed like cat­tle and led to troughs of offal where they feed.

Smiles fill there vapid faces.



For this was Life!

I see them walk pass fake trees and coun­ter­feit sunlight.

Night noth­ing more than an unplugged lamp.

They flash their vam­pire smiles

Teeth gnash­ing

Hunger’s need tem­porar­ily lend­ing false pas­sion to nothingness.

They see me and wave, “join us, and become one of us!”



I am the Last man alive.

I will never let them stick that straw of death into my head

And suck out my pas­sion, love and being.

I will never leave this place

I shall be con­tent to gaze out my window

That TV screen whose chan­nel I can never change.



Tears fill eyes

Pity fills my souls

I am the last soul alive

And I shall never leave my place.

For I will never become one of them.

Blinded by tears

And mem­ory

I stum­ble

Over

Dead bod­ies



The Sun

Beg­ging forgiveness

Envelopes

Me

And tries

To warm

This cold soul



Bro­ken children

Arms and legs

Spread

At impos­si­ble angles.

Stab at my heart



The scent of lilac

Com­petes

With the decay of flesh

Always scream­ing

In mute agony



The world is not a kind place

It cares little

But for

Sun­rises

Sun­sets

Ticks of an

Unfor­giv­ing clock



Amid the rubble

Of our col­lec­tive sins

I found her

She smiled

And broke the heart

I though I no longer

Had



I would never kneel before any God

But I knelt before her

She was the last Poet

The faint hope

Of a dying race



With an innocence

That broke my heart

She said

“You are the scarred man”

You are here to die for me?”



Words

Had long since left me

I shoul­dered my pack

And began the journey

To

The long and dark

Lonely road



She clutched my hand

I fought off

The momen­tary revulsion

I for­got the touch

Of another

Human being

“It’s alright”

“Are we not friends?”

Her know­ing smile

Belied her youth



We walked

In silence

“You know”

“You don’t have to die”

I didn’t answer

I was already dead



I scanned the landscape

For

Ene­mies

The howl­ing of wolfs

Sang

With heart rending

Lone­li­ness.

“Such a sad song they sing”

I gripped

The unfa­mil­iar touch

Tighter

The devil wind blew through town
All cool and shit like a Sina­tra tune
Snap­ping fin­gers and jazz ass jive
Sat­ur­na­lia wild­ness on the street
Peo­ple want­ing their share
Of the cool
Of smooth moves
Of three car garages
And tro­phy wives



Drunken women
With too much makeup
Who laugh too hard
And too easy
Forc­ing swollen feet
Into glass slip­pers
Need­ing the hum
Of elec­tric Princes
Amped
Promis­ing king­doms of plated fool’s gold



Every­one felt that cool breeze
The fools became wise
Spew­ing half remem­bered lies



The cig­a­rette smoke haze played like heav­enly mist.
We all pre­tended our lives were real
We danced in that clouds of nico­tine
To the syn­co­pated beat of Devil Wind induced mad­ness.



For some
There was no pas­sion in the script
We couldn’t pre­tend any­more



The band never gave up pre­tend­ing.
Throw­ing trills our way.
Wear­ing shades in the dead of night
Always laugh­ing at the joke we never got.



Our fake smiles hurt our faces



It was the plague
Dis­guised as cool
Death masked as glory
The chill of the grave
We began to die



Musi­cians were the first to go
We had lit­tle time left
We wanted to dance
The plague was upon us
We wanted to suck the mar­row
Out of Life’s bones.
But there was no one left to play



The Devil Wind blew through town
And man it was cold…