Illuminated In A Tint Of Fire

In the flicker of the candle’s flame

I can see your eyes

 

Brown machetes

Cutting through me

 

My eyes trace an outline of my devotion

All my desperation

All fear and flaws

 

I trace out her jaw with my fingertip

 

Head back

Neck open

I clutch her throat

 

Enraged

Thirsty

Overcome

 

I taste your breath

Kiss your mouth and ride the curves

 

Eat the exhale

Hoard the bones

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House Of Straw

The fire will come

Like a thief in the night and sweep through

The home we have built

 

This house of straw

Will

One day surely burn

 

The flames will leave our love blackened

 

Charred

 

In ashes

Flotsam & Jetsam

Now you

Have fallen by the wayside

Flotsam and jetsam

 

Flickering flame

Fleeting reverence

Failed love

 

With every step

You are of

Less and less value

 

Fall away

 

No longer straddled

With your black across my back

                         Cross my heart

 

Your insistence

Your deadlines

 

Fall away

 

By the wayside

With the rest of them

Eating scraps and spoiled memories

 

Dumped

Expendable

Flotsam and jetsam

 

Nothing

Anymore

On Their Wall

Pretty girls pin pictures

Of ugly

Boys on their

Walls

Tall boys

Taped

And

Tacked to the little

Hearts of little

Girls

Cute boys with cute eyes

The on-cue smile

Good girls

With melting

Hearts pin pictures of ugly

Boys

On their wall

Meatloaf

Does he snore like Charlie?

 

Does he spoon like James?

 

He slaves at his desk

In his silk tie and starched shirt

Chopping heads and cutting the fat

Bringing home bacon

 

Does she bake like Suzy?

 

Does she broil like Miriam?

 

She smiles and stands tall

Makes a nice home with dusted shelves

Her dishes sparkle

She crosses her hands and excuses herself

Freshens up when entertaining

 

Cooks a hell of a meatloaf

 

In heels with an underlying hell

 

Does she dance like Jacqueline?

 

Does she sway like Madeline?

 

Something is there

Between her red lips

 

Something is

There behind her sad smoky eyes

 

Knives waiting

Slicing thinning air

She can dust up HER shelves

With a breath

 

A beauty in heels with an underlying hell

 

… …

 

Hell of a meatloaf though

Warm Homicide

She opened her mouth and the sirens sounded

Her mangled fingers always pointed out my flaws

She loved to make me feel ugly

She whispered in ears of my masks

She yelled out and wrote of my wrongs

I still feel

Her scales on my legs

Hear her chastising

I look over my shoulder every now and then

And bite my tongue once in a while

She made the kill

Feel

SO GOOD

 

I held her so hard

The hugs were so tight she choked

I ripped the air from her lungs

Wholesale Gold At Copper Prices

Life is

A bustling

Marketplace

Full of vendors

Vipers slithering

Through

The plazas

Perpetrating

Portraying

Those you admire

Portraying the wished

For and desired

 

Menacing merchants

Misers with

Their wholesale gold

At copper prices