Corvid

The corvid whispered his secrets feared, piercing his flesh with nail; he tried to scream, but could only hear, the corvid’s wicked wail They’re watching you, he knew it true, because the corvid said it so She pecked and poked for the writhing worm, buried in memory’s grume; he could not flee or fight orContinue reading “Corvid”

Buried memories

What buried memories have I? Those that would drag me to   their perfidious depths;  where the skeletons of sanshi await   to cradle an ancient woe Those that would evulse tears unbidden,  ignite the searing guilt,   encite the burning questions;  lead the rings of fire to shed shame   amidst blush and fluster They who would turn a deaf earContinue reading “Buried memories”

Broken Does as Broken Is

Watching noir in the cracked rearview / petrol pools beneath moonlit dew A fire’s rage berates his prayer / too late to save, too lost to care Carnage lies in forward cast eyes / ever drawn whither madness cries Afraid to live, but scared to death / a swell of questions, yet naught to quetheContinue reading “Broken Does as Broken Is”

Trying, very trying

Very hard, I’m trying, very trying; apologies drip from my every pore; unbalanced, I can only clumsily trip over the mystifying vomit of images and words These eulogies for mere existence, I offer from abbey to abattoir, as they paradoxically dam my mind, yet let the rivers run rapid and true My fleeing footfalls disturbContinue reading “Trying, very trying”

Heartland

He breaststrokes through the bogland, with a mind, twilight-kissed, thoughts too heavy to keep him adrift So succumbs to algedonic toxicities, of wayward desperate diversions, yea, sly reality perversions Breathing retribution when his face embraces the mire, beclouded, befuddled, malicious memories afire A pyre, now his form, drawn to depths by the quag, his ensuantContinue reading “Heartland”

Blooderfly eyry

Palms to the sky, he questions and suffers ex animo; his ullage ever deepening, as cerise streaks escape his stretch, assoiling torturous trespasses Disdainful dissatisfaction flutters from the alabaster perches, offering a brilliant contrast to the cerulean above and cimmerian within A blooderfly eyry where he stands, while he withers, sins taking flight from grievingContinue reading “Blooderfly eyry”

Solace

My mind, ripped from fantasy like a child from its mother’s arms, searches frantically for an escape from reality back into dream and solace; wherein the darkness anonymous am I, while the banquet of my soul takes place with loathing, sorrow, and guilt gorging upon misery and me art: by Eric Lacombe

Guilty

He marvels before the irony, feeling guilty for the guilt; he knows, surely, that it is the guilt keeping him alive, an aphrodisiac and a bane staying his executioner’s hand Warning of the wreckage wrought, aware of the afterthought, that this poison in its wake would spread plague- like through the innocent veins of theContinue reading “Guilty”

The gambler

Gimme your damn wallet Said the middle-aged pyknic, in a slow and deep cadence. A clearly edacious black man, with an air of dumbfounded innocence. His pinguid complexion bled rancid stains beneath rolls and rotund. While a mayfly’s attention echoed in his cleanly shaven dome. Gimme your damn wallet A macilent, black youth wearing aContinue reading “The gambler”

Mentor

We hide in their minds and look thru their eyes Falsely accuse them with each new disguise Ones tempered and steadfast, you’ll find on the way But they fall the hardest and then longer they stay They’ll try to find ways to set themselves free To the light in the tunnel is where they willContinue reading “Mentor”