“Umbrellas For The Blood Rain”
The metallic neon blood
singed
safety pinned
accessories and mementos
of past enthusiastic wars.
Black tie dinners
and
cheap garbage bags
born solo
on gargantuan
waves of methadone and
severely
defaulted mortgages.
A coagulation
of
euphoric embittered orgasms
of hands to face
and
face to face,
central station nervous
system
teasing derailment,
the zinc white paint fought
dried and died
ten years strong
but failed and crumbled
like forgotten moping English castles
and
the stained lying ceilings,
a 2020 modern Black Death.
Above my head
archaic bugs permeate
my midnight nightmares.
The freshly shaven
dead skin cells
naturally coalescing
below my decaying feet.
Dried lips
kiss three forgotten lottery tickets
and
orange tinged seizing flames
of perversion and vintage Saturday morning
cartoons.
Fill the empty glasses with seasonal ash,
the whiskey bottle ages slowly as
vertigo and decades slowly drip by.
An unlisted number is stapled
sanctimoniously
into temporal lobe.
Shoe strings and paper clips
wrapped tightly around bulging
femoral arteries and
depressed subclavian veins.
Empty blackboards
instruct Caligula and modern L.A.
replica superficial models
kept inside a clinical drawer,
the egomaniacal artistic curator
of a future grieving
apocalypse
presently happening today.
The metallic neon blood
singed
safety pinned
accessories and mementos
of future enthusiastic wars.
“Shudder Towards The Apocalypse”
Concrete
leads the way to a bleak landscape
greed and gluttony oh my capitalist beast.
Corporate isolation,
surrounding me,
covering me,
smothering me,
with their trademarked logos
of hate and oppression.
Atomic bombs
are released in euphoria
as the suburbs of utopia lay in rubble,
and once pale men turn to
charcoal colored dust.
The lab rats
are released from their captivity,
they sit on my couch and watch cable TV,
growing disillusioned and obese.
They truly are Americans now,
value sized and cheap.
“Jockeying A Horse Named Dead Last”
I now wear the remnants of past foreign wars
on the bottom of my shoe.
Flashing stars
fat man
little boy
sleek and round
the tiger’s eye
gnawing teeth
now camouflaged.
Now you can’t see me,
ghosts without flags
white laces ride
on wings of rusted metal
underneath
kamikaze soles.
I now wear the remnants of past foreign wars
on the bottom of my shoe.
Gasoline air fresheners
and modern art death masks
peering skulls
eleven total kills
officially documented
and
confirmed,
a left hand embrace
of imminent death
and
checkered flags
for a race never won.
Geometrical dives
head first
into a blood tinged sea
near the coast of Japan,
rusted metal
now on permanent vacation
around
2000 feet below.
I now wear the remnants of past foreign wars
on the bottom of my shoe.
“A Crooked Wretch Lost In Sky Valley”
Wake up the
uncultured masses as
vultures swarm in
pentagon shapes
and breed hate and loathing
above my head
in June 1979,
the embalmed and engraved.
Perverted and lurking
silent ghosts over
my shoulder
in a town called
DEAD END
forging deformed steel and
low paychecks plus
longer hours.
The random junk mail
turns into dust
and a summer of depression.
Diabetes and
low credit breed with
Christmas cards addressed
to no one,
and overpriced power bills
I rarely pay.
Juniper green
and watercolor stained hands
of righteousness and deceit,
my mind is blank
the chalkboard is black,
now stop toying with my cerebrum.
I am
the enemy
of
you,
but mostly
of
myself.
Sleep with the
uncultured masses as
vultures swarm in
pentagon shapes
and breed hate and loathing
above my head
in June 1979,
the embalmed and engraved.