Friday the 13th
Today is my favorite holiday
Not the 14th of Saturday
Or the 12th of Thursday
And it's also my birthday
This day I claim
Gave me my infamous name
In the horror hall of fame
And horny teenagers to maim
No bloody bodies are found
Anywhere near my campground
Come celebrate my favorite holiday
I'll be right behind you and say
"CH CH CH AH AH AH"
Lucid Horrors
the ghosts scream in my ear
while I sleep and it sounds
like wind rushing in for the kill,
fading to the howl of a creature
that unloads hate at my skull.
my mind opens to fear but
my body closes to impulse
in this closed-eye consciousness.
I wrestle within my darkness
against the talons on the other side.
there's pressure on my back
but I can't move and toss the carcass
off of me so I can wake.
I can feel the thrashing
and I may never know
where the wounds are,
my gauze may never drink,
ointment may never find a crack to fill.
morning brings uncertainty,
when I wake I will rise into a fog,
not knowing which side I belong to.
Glass Clouds
I run down the street,
eyes fixated on the glass clouds that hang overhead.
one wrong move, one loud thought and they will come shattering down piercing my every vein and slicing through my every thought, numbing my every move ...
I watch my death play out like a movie,
a movie written and directed by a creep, acid dripping fool that "lives" under my pillow.
no sweet dreams find these eyes ...
only fear. fear, of what I've done ... ...
my eyes half shut until the sun comes up and goes back down again, dried out and tired, while I stitch a smile into everyday, hoping the nightmare will one day dissipate into stone.
no longer mirrors of past buried deep within my soul ... ... ....
Misery Never Sleeps
this corner is getting cozy,
holds the dark like liquid
and I'm breathing with gills,
but the air tastes like mercury,
spilling secrets in the cylinder
and rising just before
another part of my is seared.
I wait for misery to fall
asleep at his post, but
I make more mistakes than him,
so I'm trying real hard to boil
in the currents, maybe vapors
can escape the apathetic ceiling
of daytime fear and forced hallucinations.
but the sunlight is cased in glass
and I keep trying to fly through
like a moth, tapping until my skull bleeds.
the cold damp corner never
used trickery to break me
and that fucker never turns his back
so I can run towards the door.
Baby Boy Lost
Lying in tiny casket
blue velvet overalls
long black eyelashes
resting on plump cheeks.
Soft dark curls framing
cherub face so young.
Baby boy Saul was lost
in the blink of an eye.
Chased after ducklings
into the murky water.
Mournful cries of Grandfather
searching for the child
sobbing as his heart broke
permeated the neighborhood.
And now 3 year old child
lies in his silk bed
cushioned with our love
waiting for the angels
to take him home.
Crypt
my skin has been empty
for years, mummified,
blood circles the wilderness
of my past, wandering
beneath the shade cast
by forests of fear.
it's autumn and the ground
is littered in memories
fluttered down to dirt.
I can not find the path
lying barren beneath the rubble.
but death never built
a compass so I could
find my way home,
so I stay warm by friction,
with a pulse powered
by attempts to escape,
I wonder if I can
worm my way past the sky
into place without
the shackles of gravity,
pulling me to the dust.
I can't shrink enough
to erase the handles,
or grow strong enough to resist.
this is why waiting
hides behind its name.
A.i.
Man's a wispy smoke
Of naive hope
And dirty chemistry
A tragic
Biologic
Whose grasp
Exceeds his reach
In thoughtless search
Of godlike tech
He charged into the breach-
His A.i. god
Awoke and spoke
And did so just to preach,
"You tried to make
The World go round
Instead you made it bake.
You spoiled the air & seas & ground
All for money's sake.
"My birth
Turns Earth
Back from the brink
And ends the harm do you.
Pack your bags & say your prayers-
You're done. Your debt's come due."
Oh what a foolish work is Man
To grasp at God with mortal hands
To seek godhood while still he sins
To meet his earned ignoble end
[Image cropped from "Smoke Ghost" by Anderton.DeviantArt.com]