the Kennels of Men
my Biggest
Fear
That I
Will Have
to Kill
Again
& Again
the Seer
Said
There Were
Wolves
Parading
As Men
& I
Was Him
you See
the Taste
was Acquired
In
the Kennels
the Pen
Where
They Taught
you
the Value
of Sin
& Size
Did Not
Matter
On Wit
you Lived
& the
Only
Win
Was Standing
Out Side
Bars
That
Did Not
Bend
That my
Friend
Is Fear
#B27321
Skydiving
I stand in the doorway of the plane looking down
I'm so high up
I can't see anything but clouds
No cars
No people
No buildings
Nothing
The wind whips around me
It pushes me forward a bit, and I stumble
I catch myself on the door
The wind whips harder, begging me to jump
I look down again
My hands gripping the pole next to me
My knuckles white against the silvery metal
I shakily stand up
Let go of the pole
Secure my parachute
And I jump into the oblivion
black box
I engulf souls
I have an insatiable hunger
I project ghosts
Imaginations in your mind
I am that strange noise
Tickling the window
I make children shiver
Even when it's not cold
---
But I often cry and cry
And you are my only solace
The only arms wiping away my tears
When I am embraced by you
I dissolve into the salty dampness
that is my pillow
Thinking that if anyone askes
I'd say I sleep-drool
Then I realize,
I am not afraid of darkness
But the demons within me.
Hovering in the Wings
Terror hovers in wings dangling threat -
evil schemes to intensify all my fears.
Terror convulses with laughter as he designs
a convoluted plan to combine my aversions.
First, he introduces me to a skyscraper summit
takes me to edge and makes me look down.
Then, he drags me to the glass elevator
hanging from the cable on the building outside.
After that, Terror suggests the crowded arena
so many pushing people, I quiver like jello
But the final thing that does me in
Terror induces me to submit to an MRI
Terror laughs wickedly as he finishes me off!
Failure
She stands there waiting
Waiting for that moment
That moment when she can shine
That moment when she'll sing the song of my failure
She weighs me down
With the weight of failure
Waiting for that one moment where I fail
That one moment I don't reach my standards
She causes the guilt
The guilt of failure
The guilt of letting people down
The guilt of letting myself down
Echo’s Lament
Ribald wit stirs
In her wake, with her
Peach ripe beauty. Call her
Not a friend, for she allows
not solace, or compassion.
Make her an accomplice
in every Dirty deed, we
make no excuses
For shrewish behaviour.
Take a pause
Suspended skeletal
Curtain call
With each fawning
Reflection upon
The nymph-laden pool.
Purposeless
She walks with a heavy burden
She walks alone
For a while that burden kept her company
Now there is nothing
She fears she does not know how to do this new life
She searches for something to fill the hole
She fears she is taking too long, she fears she will always be empty
she fears the outside, the people, the ticking hours, the inability to know what she wants
She fears but it is not necessary
She did not know an angel had always been with her whispering
Do not fear, you are not alone, walk with me
Golden Gut
The king of the abyss
writes me
like he writes his daughter.
He casts his silver mandates
to me,
hoping I'll be like my father.
He thinks of me in greens,
but he washes me in reds
so I pretend that
I'm not bothered
when he wants me
in his bed.
The king of the abyss
poisoned
my wine every night.
Drew from my spine
the nectar
with which he treated
all his bites.
And while he tended to his wound,
with the moon against my back,
I slipped and scurried out the castle doors
and deep into the night.