iPhone Maniacs
crankshaft tendencies secure a brace of sly meatballs
truth daggers entice the worm girls with petite pastas
creature lilacs uproot themselves for pink dippity-do gels
white nylon ghost legs roam outer space in latex leotards
metacarpal syringes find porous outcries in the gloaming
crankshaft tendencies welcome the tilted exonerations
iPhone maniacs fondle frothing bananas mindlessly now
demon spiders ooze inside the crawlspaces wanting meat
cross-eyed priestesses suck on wax candles in the vestibule
black-robed choirs sing hangover music to the dribbling
rock music annihilations played by stoned dudes in shades
temples and taverns shake as the truth daggers hit earth
now the worm girls are dancing with the iPhone maniacs
Categories:
crawlspaces, life,
Form: Free verse
love is some double-edged sword
love is some cliche that still sounds good
riding off the tip of your tongue
into the space of darkness hiding in crawlspaces
love is a blindman beating at my door
he wants in but i'm too afraid of what he'll do
stay out of my house goddammit
then i look and see and it's only a tree
god is alone in me
he takes life from life
spins it on its heart
bleeds in, bleeds out
blood is oxygen
crutches saw down the bone
to a thin paste
helps me cover up my heartstrings
once so easily exposed
i couldn't stand another night without you
or yes, i can
i could stand this whole life without you
but i don't want to
just don't make me buy a house
don't make me mow the lawn
don't make me wash the car
don't ask for that wedding in the stars
i don't want to be ordinary
what do you want?
Categories:
crawlspaces, angst, introspection, love, me,
Form: Free verse