Excerpt from "Pain & Longing"
"Monsters"
They move
and breathe
in those
fluttering moments
between consciousness
and dreaming,
waiting to devour
our longing,
lonely hearts.
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"Yesterday's Flesh"
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I walked through Hell,
black and hollow, sifting the ashes
to see where the light was coming from,
and I saw you, dripping with lust,
skin the color of bleached bone, hair
insidious as oil, grinning like cracked glass,
a broken-down soul, arms like serpents
reaching for me, for anyone to save you
from yourself,
and all I could do was stare,
tears streaming down my carrion face,
as the horror show we called Love
dissolved into yesterday’s flesh.
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"Dreams and Death"
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Sitting at the bar
sipping on bourbon
an old man
slumps on the stool
next to me
orders a Guinness
talks to the bartender
to me
to the pretty girl
three stools down
about jobs
about basketball
about politics
about war
about women
I hear it
in his voice
the desperation
the loneliness
no one to go home to
no one to love
after a while
he rises
says “ah well”
lets out a heavy sigh
limps to the door
with nothing left
to look forward to
but dreams
and death.
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