Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Iron Road

Up the Iron Road he came
Ignoring the brittle cries of
Protesting magpies
Circling the barbed wire fences
To hang their bloody prizes
Thorn birds hid in the blackberry brambles
And sleek eyed foxes
Dove to ground
At his passing footsteps
If he was worried
He showed it not
But continued to put one foot
In front of the other
As an indifferent sun burnt overhead
Turning his skin an angry red
To the West
Great fires burned
In the blackened timber
Licking candle tongues to the sky
Blotting out the horizon with great black plumes
In his chest his heart burned
Beat a beat for every step
Turned and boiled
Caught in his throat as he choked it down
To the South
The ocean rose up hills
And down cliffs
Flung itself into the ever greening tree line
As each emeraldneedle fought for the light
His eyes only saw the dark
The near black blue of deepest water
Where monsters turn
On the heels of broken ships
And wheel their mouths open
To devour whole
But here
On this Iron Road
He walked with purpose
If not a bit of a limp
And animals scurried from his path
To the under brush
His eyes never raised
His voice died in his mouth
And none marked his passing
Save the gentle puffs of red, red earth
That settled in the dead air
And did not stir again

Saturday, December 17, 2016

Vagina Dentata

I will rip the Love right out of you
Wallow in the deliciousness of the Devouring 
Such beautiful wet sucking sounds in the dark
Heavy thunks upon the floor
That cold feeling wrapping around your ankle
Sweet God of the Eaten
We rip
We roil
We slurp meat from grey bones
And I'll kiss you with fetid breathes
Slide my tongue down on into you
Oh your love is so rotten
So meaty
So weak
So dripping that my chin gets all sticky
Lap at my blue lips
Slip into my honey
All the bees are stinging 
Poison pushers in the deep hive
Oh how sweet is your splurting 
Sputtering
Stuttering 
Doorways to these diseased places
Deformed hearts
Decaying intentions
Dicking around with divinity
Still too stupid
To notice your guts are missing
Oh I'm coming
Straight through your ribcage
Out the back of your skull
Spinal fucks
In the putrid presentation
Of your fatted lying leech of a cock
You'll never wilt
With my will drilled inside you
You're pretty when your petrifying 
And Oh I'm getting wet just thinking about it


Saturday, August 20, 2016

The God of Useless Things

The God of Useless Things
Sat at his desk 
And composed
Long poems
With ink
And tissue paper

He often crumpled up
The good ones
And tossed them in the trash
With the banana peels
And the morning's coffee grounds

Coffee scented poems were all the rage
In Victorian parlours but 
The God of Useless Things
Preferred the fish bones buried
Deeper down in the trash

Fish bones
You see
Had the potential to get
Lodged in your throat
And choke you
To blue-faced death

The Fish Bone King
That's what they called him
Down at the Literal Cafe 
What with his club foot
And frilly shirts
Dressed like a funeral
And half as serious

The Title Tyrant
Is what his lovers called him
The men and the women
Who littered his bed
And hated all the canoe bark
That stuffed the pillows
In a lumpy eternity

That Fucker
that God of Useless things
Wrote poems nobody read
Recited them to stunned audiences
In ancient pretentious dialects 
And pretended he understood them

No one ever applauded
And often the crowd sat silent
As the God in the room
Bowed backwards off the stage
And disappeared out the side door
Leaving the room bereft
Of electricity 
And purpose

Oh yes
The God of those Little Useless Things
That King of Tasteless Fish Bones
That Fucker All in Black
Knew the truth of every poet's toil
And just how pointless
Art
Really was in the face of the Modern

But even the Useless 
Are pretty to look at
And the Word of God
Will always be deliciously bitter

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

They Grew Overnight

You harm me like a fucking rose
I've been spitting red petals for days
Those are thorns
That were my eyes
You're growing right through
My best intentions
Wild briar canes
Pushing my dirt up
Buds crushed underfoot
That sweet smell
Wrapping around my fingers
To tug me down

"Come fuck me
In my thorns;
Bleed
Just for me"

How can I say no
When that scent
Invades my veins 
And threatens
To turn me 
To perfume

How can I say no
When the rain is so seductive
On you curling branches
And you know how to twist just right
So those thorns stay in me forever

You fuck like a bramble
And your roots grow wild
Ever outwards
Ever tangling pain
With togetherness

I am buried under the rose bushes
Come visit my bones
When the winter strips all your leaves
And you cannot stop crying for spring

Monday, May 23, 2016

The Last Time

I want you to die beneath me
A yawning great chasm of darkness
Unfurling in your eyes
I want your death
Like air
Like the deepest river
Encased in your blue lips
Like the ocean
Rushing in to drown kingdoms
And send bodies adrift
Among the wreckage

I want you to die inside me
Know my demonic charms
My bloody thirst
Striking arms
Stretched over your head
I am the muscle that is always working
The tick in your jaw
The tension that broke the ligaments of your spine

I want you to die with me in your mouth
I want to split you in two
The earth rising up to meet your face
Your teeth clenched
The pines arching overhead
In a great funeral pyre 
To ride you harder
Faster
Beyond horizons on fire
And lips curled over sharpened teeth

I want you to die
As much as you want to live
As much as you want to stroke my inner walls
Feel the clutch and keening
Caught in the spider webbed trap of my hair
The grief of always wanting
Coupled with my hands sharply clasp upon you head
Breath is as damp as wind
Tears blur your vision
And the scene crumples
Collapses as ancient buildings
Ruins to gods long forgotten
To mysteries unending and unimportant

I want your death 
Deep down and honey sick
I want your last breath
In my mouth
I want your soul
Held in the glass
Of one world to the next
I want you
Dead
Buried in me
And always 
Mine


Saturday, May 21, 2016

Wicked City

I fell in love with a ghost 
he tasted like air 
Smelled of spiders
And ancient attics
Kissed like an apparition 
But rarely got my name right

no one ever accused me of being beautiful 
no one ever accused me of being right 
But they did find out
That I was the reason
For all these bad times

it took a crime to make me smile 
it took a murder to get me 
right down to the bottom of my heart
It took a genocide
To make me scream with joy

I loved a ghost 
and made sure he had a home in Hell
 I'm the waste of a perfectly good alleyway 
I wanted him to haunt my skull
but my fingers wanted something else 

they wanted thick ropes of blood down my chin 
and shredded skin in my valleys 

I wanted Cannibal law
And to eat my enemies and lovers

I am catalyst 
at home in this wicked city 
with the whores and the liars and the Grim Reapers 
The killers and the torturers and the executioners 

I cast the ghosts out
As I cast love out
I am the Wicked they named this place after
They call me the Beast
And tremble at me breath



Saturday, April 30, 2016

Sin Will Find You Out

The hearts of children
Are already black
Cruelty sticks on their tongues
Pushes little girls down
Into mud puddles
Bloodies lips
And blackens eyes
Holds heads under dirty water
We are born without innocence 
Just waiting for that moment
Of perfect violence 
That existence we covet in death
Twisted grins
And shining eyes
We plot the demise of each other
 with glee
Killers each of us
In our own special way
Destroyers
Devastators 
Cripplers 
In blind rage we are perfection
The perfect form
The true face
The Truth
We buckle under the weight of goodness
Realize just how awful
It really is
We keep predators as pets
We keep our heads turned
We devour as only the truly violent can
We love as only darkness allows us
We are so close
We burn our hands
And smile
Sin will find you out
But There was Never a God
It was always
Always
Us