It's not your fault. You live in a cardboard shanty town, a little box, in my head alongside everyone else.
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She, Herself, and I
A coarse flight of reds bedazzled her sly impression - the harder they come. A reliable mistress with a harshness worth revitalizing - a gambit worth falling for.
The Final Rising
“Here lies a man
who laughed at everything,”
a speckled, gray stone declared.
The name “Ulta Mareis”
sunk into its brow.
“Even his own pain,”
a woeful voice agreed.
Faceless and gowned in black,
uproarious laughter broke through
solemnity
as they dropped their flowers.
Loudest and highest of all,
when the last rose
found its resting place;
Ulta Mareis gave his last laugh.
Collared Green
Long swings of outrage to apathy, cries the pendulum. Settling low, windmills blinking as one. The man in the high collar staring down burnt ends of a smoke trail, looks up and smiles, “Well, now.”
Clad
Give me one more blustery good night. More of a past, dead silence spoken from dark moon’s hollow bite. Down below where I like it. Down below, an ill fate sealed tight.
Another Compromise
Awakening on its journey, a smell of slight decay. Leaves sloughing from the canopy. A zombie losing the safe promise of summer fruits. Scurry and hurry to the beat of a sacred, albeit fatalistic, yearly routine. Close to where we started, but no less sweet to see, the two by two's; the families; their long sleeves
better, then
a cherished few returnFriend, I’m sorry, what even happened? Tolerable enough that "hey" would do.
like a boomerangI cannot stay, only come back. Tell me what you need. A wax figure constant to the flame. How do you see fit?
picking cherries out of lifeHusks on the ground, a shell of a man. The kernels rotten, ugly and obscene.
Aequitus Non Forma
Universal responsibility without universal consequence. A convenient argument for those who never slept without food in their stomach, lived without love in their past, and never suffered doubt for their chances or passion to prevail.
Filthy
Leave your scrap. I am the excrement of the world. I crawl to the edge of the trash pile, salt it with earth and devour. Leave your disgust. I am the crazy you loathe and the strange you fear. I sing platitudes like a skipped record, scratching the cliff holds for dear life. Lay me in the dirt. I suffocate there thousands of years watching the strata pass. Cast me your stones and throw me in the pit. Belabor your glorious effort at my humble expense. If all else fails, burn the witch.
Close Your Eyes, Passerby
Close your eyes: A tortuous path ‘round leaves, a smoky inhale, an acrid, honey exhale smiling sweet in the pane. It’s nice, they say, when your eyes open and that place you stay...
The ocean at the end of the lane, out there. Quietly waiting with the sun, we stare. Digging my own grave inside a bottle of Jack. Living life worth leaving and it ain’t half bad. Kill me with a smile; never take it back. Don’t know what’s waiting, passing through trees out there. A hazy, white wolf with a welcome-home glare. A knock at my soul hello to the ones who stay. Chilling with my friends fuck the rest away.
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