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Araignée

They believed her to be the harlot of the 15th century.
Heedless to the mask; 
They trusted the persona of an undervalued whore taken for a fool.

Her name was Araignée.
A deceitful insect she was when the sun went down,
Stirring poisons in her cauldron.
But then they found her,
Bound her; before things were complete.
They blamed her for the curses,
Blamed her for the plague.

She accepted her fate
When they opened the gate,
Hanging her inches off the ground.

Death is only the beginning. 

And what the town failed to see
Was a witch inside an innocent body.
Overruling her mind,
All emotions immobilized.

Today I speak of the spider that crawls the halls of my insides.
Her tightly spun webs captured my brain’s freedom long ago.
Not but an easy task for she’s done it times before.

And the sickest part of it all is 
Feeling repulsed by the comfort from her company
When she climbs right out my mouth onto my shoulder.

Together we’ll sit under the moon’s majestic glow, conspiring “our” next move.
She wonders for us both: 
Will they blame me for the curses? 
Will they blame me for the plague?

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Disintegration

Masts stand tall to support the sails on a one hundred ton ship
That ventures south.

I am one of fifty men in this boat.
There are many others out at sea but
our fate is the same.


I signed my life over to the Captain.
He branded his crest into my chest nevertheless 
I was not conscious of my treaty.


I loathe my foolishness.
I never knew he’d take a part of me.
And now there is a blister from the burn: a “flawless” circle.

I can feel the sludge pumping through my veins.
My insides have gone grey.
My insides fall like ash.

I’ve inhaled an illusion
And exhaled everything else.

I am standing on the edge of this wooden plank and I’ve never felt so ugly.
Slowly my feet draw nearer to the edge.
My eyes search for something nameless
And only the water can see what I’ve become.



I knew I should have listened.

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And

when the glass bowl falls from the ceiling
And when the pillows can’t be cleaned
And when the sink can hold no more dishes
And when the posters cover the walls
And when the dirt becomes part of the wooden floor
And when the shower curtain rips and falls
And when the locks can’t keep the
Roaches
Fly-hungry spiders
And plenty of other unwelcomed guests
(who know they aren’t welcome)
Then
I will grab my smokes and descend the steps
Treading lower and lower for my head was in the clouds.
I will walk past that same building
a hotbed for middle-aged men who’ve lost their way.

And you will follow me to the subway
Follow me follow me follow me
Where the rain will fall in strands
And the sky will show no mercy.

I never had goals but my want for this proves otherwise.

And you will follow me as I try to push past and persevere.
And you will follow me up the stairs
Past the locks
Past the poster bearing walls
And into the kitchen
Where my head will be back in the clouds
Where I will smoke my last cigarette
and I will finally do the dishes.

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Poker

The sky is as clear as my mind longs to be 
And the moon is hidden in plain sight.

No one lies in bed beneath this rooftop of mine
And everyone is missing.

I haven’t slept in days 
And I’m more awake than ever, waiting.

My eyes close
And I hear the first note of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata.


The monsters have risen from under my bed.

They stare at me.
I smile at them

And begin to deal the cards.

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4:59

I see a light sky in the distance;
Soon the sun will rise.

Today looks as innocent as child’s play.

I cannot tell you how I got here.
But you must know I will not leave. 

I’m clinging to the train tracks,
thinking of the past
For I’ve destroyed my future.

I can see it coming
and I will not close my eyes.
I will not fear a self-inflicted death.

Shatter my bones,
off with my head.
Do to my body
what you did to my soul.

And when the sun shines
and the insects crawl
And the birds circle the scene
and the people talk
Do me the biggest favor
And please
Just please, forget you ever knew me.

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Outdoors

It's colder than it should be.
I find myself surrounded by circles: 
nasty oranges and filthy yellows.

I realize my commitment to you is minimal.
But only because I have a greater commitment to me.
My pride is scarce,

and my selfishness is drowning me. 
You should be thankful for a drought
every now and then.

And it's not the act of being greedy
that disturbs me.
It's that the water is refreshing.

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Bruised

Bruised
like from a swift hit to the jaw.

Colors change
from reds to purples to blues to yellows.

And the grime
beneath my feet will stay behind forever.

A fight fought daily
against the machine.

It will tell you what
you want to hear, but not what you should know.

Exposing faulty smiles, so poorly imitated. 
And they’ll never see the difference.

Who are you to say you know
Me?

I am as dead as I was alive.
I have been no more than a programmed heartbeat.

Your eyes have only seen the working mechanism,
feeding you lies while it feeds me life.

I will never live like you do in harmony.

And when I’ve learned acceptance, I’ll begin to self-destruct.