Tuesday, November 17, 2009

you may need a murderer someone to do your dirty work don't act so innocent i've seen you pound your fist into the earth

slow thick
dark red rich
blood drops
n chunks of fat
mixed with hair
on damp shades
of brown leaves
marking a trail
between point of impact
and finality
scattered with
bed down pools
of rested
death on
soft dead grasses
pause to lick the wound
pause to listen
pause to smell
pause to fade
until startled
or passed
in a final field dressed spot
prepped to drag
by the head
fastest way out
catching on brush, sticks
limp lifeless meat noodling
over logs
parting ground cover
for a new trail of whatever
falls out
a new trail that'll
last at least 2 weeks
and make whoever finds it jealous.

Monday, November 16, 2009

they filled our hearts and hands with violence, with violence, with violence

has the full feeling
of laying on yr
back
watchin the
'stars' fall outta
the sky
in anger and rage
and the pure joy of
burning burning burning

walkin into the vertical
blackened board shed
tin roof makes taps in the rain
n its always rainin this time of year
cept tonite

its dark black dark
the gas tanks been out
so long the mantles
been eaten by moths or somethin

kickin dust through the creaky floor boards
leavin scuffed work boot marks to the
chair in the corner
a seat by the window
to listen for the ghosts
and watch them
'stars' out the broken by stone
window
fall n burn
burn burn

Saturday, November 14, 2009

now is the time for the showdown so let me give you the lowdown we've come to the end of our road

'im over this'
is playing over and over
even though
marvin gaye hits the ears
through the dark
travels in the fall
cold mist n puddles
mercy mercy me

hoping drops of rain freeze
tonite
and puddles ice from the edges
in creaky white air spaced
forms of dont mean anything cold
hard nature

the gaps, the spaces
just fill just fill