Saturday, December 29, 2012

Occipitus the Dangerful

The aneurysm
crept up your scapula;

like a series
of mini fevers

that all break at dusk.

You don’t need it anymore

you don’t need it

you don’t need

In the desert
when the darkness comes.

Blood dancing
out of your eyes
just barely ajar;

hands clasped

listening to the sound
of rushing water
beneath your feet.

There is no optimism here;

you've seen it always.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Dreaming Princess Inside the Devil's Castle

The street lamp
light crumbling
the tree branches

and thick fog –

dense enough
to suffocate;

O.D. on condensation.

A fire stronger than god

is the sunset
in the window
                   in the distance.

A bird
in a used ashtray;

for some
misery isn't optional

but rather
the only option.