Lady Fingers Shot Me Down

literally written by candlelight, the night before my last day perhaps


A crack of doom
and endless wasted
wait, for moon
My will protested

Fell down these steps
eyes blind fumbling
Tripped catch cut next
was torn from limb

A goat you need
I'm here, I'll sing
Blood mess will breed
Staunch bottom King

Still time beat breathe
Hands trussed in penance
Grin bare beneath
burnt ashy remnants

Sting of the whip
brash green sin's token
Warm crimson lines
Payment unspoken

Example made
on hands and knees
Shines silver blade
Hot shame, beg please

Hand pressed to jaw
contempt runs rife
They scream, rut, claw
put end to life

Such burning blame
with want for hold
Push, yield, play games
Your shape to mould

Ruined and stripped
Sleep take such mind
Wings caught, held, clipped
This; you designed.

Twofold

an exercise in cutting the fat on a poem that i wrote tonight. funnily enough i think it turned out better than the original, so here’s the skinny one:


Twofold



Knowledge of a bad idea.
Above, dark, storming.
Not the lucky ones
Cursed and wicked.

Pushed along
Can’t see
Down a hole
Rabbit in a fox-suit.

Don’t absolve my sins
For what are yours?
So wrong
I knew it was.

Sordid temptation.
We both falter.
Edging the truth
And we’re not forgiven.

Admit it, undignified.
Though I can’t
It’s indiscretion’s pull
A siren calling

I wanted and it was criminal
Indecent
Imagined, nothing more
So I hold

Needful force
Fire against my hand
Space; you deny
I’ll lose

Pointless yawning berth
And threatening dreams
My undoing
I blame you.

Distemper

My heart, powered by batteries,
Cold and plastic-hard
It doesn’t beat or make a sound.
Let me go now to where I desire.
To where I long for. For

My lungs, enlarged; infected,
They lift me up and help me float
Far from my troubles, chest up. Back to the earth
And back around again, back
To where I never slept.

My skin, dotted with steel meteor impacts.
Sink holes, raised scars
That will sit with me forever, in the light and the shade.
Broken veins and pink-hot cannula damage.
My baby who doesn’t breathe.

Who never did.