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The Poet

Monday, February 15th, 2010

Sirens sing the song of death
While rental cops lay cones down
Restrict­ing traf­fic



They have come for me.



I am the Poet
The truth
My words are carved in the flesh of inno­cence
Scrawled in cheap uri­nals
Chis­eled in the faded gray paint of shit holes
Of lonely tomor­rows
I dry the tears of the hope­less
Scream with the home­less
I sing truth that hum­bles Gods
I am Prometheus, Sisy­phus



I cut the throat of pompous laugh­ter
And kill its first born
I eat the soul of dread­ful nor­malcy
I walk the edge and con­versed with mad­men
My words rever­ber­ate in trash strewed alleys
My tread echoed in the halls of jails and men­tal insti­tu­tions
Shared secrets with bro­ken soul­less junkies



I am truths
That freeze men’s souls
And the lies they swear by
The burn­ing blade cut­ting teth­ered souls
Illu­mi­nat­ing light­en­ing



I am the Devi­ate fondling sacred sex­u­al­ity
The ser­ial killer cov­ered in Blood
Suck­ing life from vic­tims
With last breath curs­ing God
Whim­per­ing
“Why me?”



I am the throne­less king
The voice­less trou­ba­dour
The song no one will sing
I am the invis­i­ble chill
That fon­dles your spine
I am dis­com­fort
The night­mare
The book no one will read
I am words no want wants to hear
I am …


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Dance of the Mutants

Friday, November 20th, 2009

Wheeled…
Strapped to a char­iot of the infirm
The clank­ing of ungreased wheels
Play dis­cor­dant sounds over the well worn anti­sep­tic linoleum

Faces of Nor­malcy
Dis­play­ing well prac­ticed smiles
Feign­ing heartrend­ing concern

Flu­o­res­cent lights
Flash strobe like
Reveal­ing motion in stac­cato relief
Kalei­do­scope fig­ures move with furtive intent
Pulling strings attached to vials of phar­ma­ceu­ti­cal salvation

They con­trol the mar­i­onettes of the damned
They orches­trate the dance of the mutants
Legs dance, con­torted, painful
Bod­ies bent at impos­si­ble angles
The Mutants move to the inces­sant demands of the strings
Their faces scream their hope­less­ness
Jux­ta­posed with silent resignation

The audi­ence laughed and applauded
Such funny mar­i­onettes
For who can not help but laugh
At the dance of the mutants

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