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I Must Confess
I told my secrets
to the daisies when
darkness began
to overtake my reflection.
but I don't trust
very well,
so I'm throwing matches
to cover my tracks,
and watering the earth
in gasoline,
I dream of feeding
the future with char because,
grass grows better
when something dies.
tomorrow looks
pretty fuckin good
when I consider,
what I'm about to do.
we live with loneliness
if we are only as the ones around us,
then i must surely count on misery being a permanent guest,
a roll out bed on the floor, toothbrush, socks and shoes
stacked against the corner where the gray walls meet
he cries at night when the cats bite our toes and makes the sting brighter
i haven't summoned the nerve to evict the lonesome character
he is comfortable here, made a home inside our heads
and he never, ever, sees the sun.
Gun In The Roses
With a rat-a-tattoo
You marked me dead
That Colt 45
Pointed straight
At my head
There's a gun
In the roses
And rings in our noses
If anyone asks
Yeah, we're pretty bad-ass
I'm throwing a party
At the gates of hell
If you dare join us-
"Don't ask. Don't tell."
-DeRicki
(Tattoo art by Crash Vonmason - @crashmason on Instagram)
Locked
Pray thee, pray thee, once more.
The knocking at the door,
The prism at the floor, once more.
My warm white breathing.
All seeing, all seeming,
Again, the door, once more.
A flick, a shift, all methods futile,
Will try again to break this lock,
This lock so worn and brittle,
From future turns of the nightly clock.
Time ticks, it tocks,
It speaks like rhymes
Unfolds and winds
To guide the flock.
And the key there often sits.
In quiet repose it sighs.
In truth, it isn't kind
But scarcely admits,
That time is a film of sorts.
It begins and ends
Only in a sense of course.
It spends
The days, the hours,
Like kings use power,
Like envy uses love
To rise above.
Once more,
The knock at the door,
The prism at the floor.
The bell unused,
The light perused,
Once more, the room is locked.