Thursday, February 16, 2012

The Queen of Terror

Words are pouring from me
I hate them already.
It's not in me, spreading hate
But fuck I want to
I fucking need to!
Where did it go
When did it go?
How could I have let it go?
This beast of an emotion
Tears my brain apart
Bleeds my lungs dry.
I'm a caterpillar.
I'm a spider.
I want to bite and fuck
And destroy everything I own.
I want to move to the mountain tops
and scream and punch trees,
I want to lose my self in something
Why can't I?
Have you taken it from me?!
Did you let me taste it?
I can't fucking remember
I can't type anything
I keep erasing and rewriting
I'm a fucking cliche of someone who knows absolutely nothing.

But then again I could be wrong...

It could be you
Seducing me.
Making me lay out my soul
For you to drive a hammer through it.
Let me get close, then sting me.
Drive me fucking crazy,
Call me fucking crazy,
then like a cat, lay in my lap.
Your wrath has no equal
Your mind is firm
You are you.
I took you on that premise only
Only to realize the magnitude later.
I guess there's always someone better
But why?!
I laid down my sword,
Picked you a flower,
You took it,
We made love.
But all the while
Kept concealed, a knife
For with my armor off
You could easily lay into me
cutting away pieces of flesh
And I let you do it!
I withered, you fed me
I was thirsty, you got me drunk
God I've never been so drunk.
I don't think I can ever be so again.
Is it that you were lazy,
You just couldnt muster the strength to
move these stones that had fallen
You let them build up.
We let them build up.
We were drunk and no one cared,
Fucking like goats,
Away in a swirl of self induced ecstasy.
We stumbled up mountains,
We crashed into ourselves,
I couldn't hold on.
You were living 100 years in the future
You a queen of terror
I a folk legend.
Your hands, calloused with anger,
Absorbing all of me.

I shoveled the coal in this train;
You drove it off a cliff

I can't help but to think,
That's what i do best,
you know that
I thought you did,
Maybe not.
I think about every detail
As minute as it can be remembered
Trying to determine the tipping point
Where we both began to drown.
I'm a lightweight
You held me up, puking and laughing.
I don't think you ever
really cared.

Sunday, February 12, 2012


I roll over
You're not there
A heavy sigh
My feet hit the floor
hand to the door
Looking back
nothing more
I've got more time now
I don't have to return
No until later kiss
No smirk

Saturday, February 4, 2012

This Be The Verse by Philip Larkin

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.   
    They may not mean to, but they do.   
They fill you with the faults they had
    And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
    By fools in old-style hats and coats,   
Who half the time were soppy-stern
    And half at one another’s throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
    It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
    And don’t have any kids yourself.

Friday, February 3, 2012

The City by C.P. Cavafy

You said: “I’ll go to another country, go to another shore,
find another city better than this one.
Whatever I try to do is fated to turn out wrong
and my heart lies buried like something dead.
How long can I let my mind moulder in this place?
Wherever I turn, wherever I look,
I see the black ruins of my life, here,
where I’ve spent so many years, wasted them, destroyed them totally.”

You won’t find a new country, won’t find another shore.
This city will always pursue you.
You’ll walk the same streets, grow old
in the same neighborhoods, turn gray in these same houses.
You’ll always end up in this city. Don’t hope for things elsewhere:
there’s no ship for you, there’s no road.
Now that you’ve wasted your life here, in this small corner,
you’ve destroyed it everywhere in the world.

Thursday, February 2, 2012


Before my stomach gurgles up
Before my tongue goes swelling up
Before my hands begin to drip
Before my stupid quivering lip
Before the shaky nerves set in
Before the world begins to spin
I'll try to say "I like you."