maniacal madmen
ply their trade
naïve congregants
for years they’ve played
bread crumb tales of purloined verse
of broken hearts, crushed souls
miraculous promises mangled
jilted angels dangled
mannequin dummy has a maniacal smile
as if he knows more than I
I take him to a resale shop
his grin staring at me in my car
I feel guilty relief handing him over
but he is a plotter
he one-ups me
a relative purchases him
my birthday surprise
he cannot stop grinning
His left eye was plotting
Taking over the other eye would be easy
But what about the nose and mouth?
Would they go without a fight?
His insurrection was a success
He telephoned the other overbearing eyes
Come on down! He said.
We are ready now to take over the world.
I scratch at my rib cage
Nails clawing at my skin
As if I could scrape away
The extra weight I feel I've gained
It's like the devil's inside of me
He's disfiguring my bones
I fall to my aching knees
God make him leave me alone
Trapped inside my eyes I'm screaming
The numbers on my scale are screeching
Their maniacal laughter devours my dreams
Someone save me I'm afraid to sleep
-ARI
Ha ha ha ha ha
Mu ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha.
cryptic calls careen off canyon walls
a study in subtlety seemingly sold
for half an hours hatred and hostility
no need for nonchalant nobility
holding doors for wholesale whores
what a world of want and waste
wasting and wanting what we will
desolate dreams deemed delightful for the damned
and i am left to wonder
what have i done to deserve this?
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