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A Criminal Bequest

Frightened and killing with guilt,
Dying for a whisper of chance.
Shocked anticipation, feared paranoia,
Stuttered indecision, delusional memories
Overwhelm and silence,
Forbid pondering and acceptance.

Never knowing what to say,
Fooling conscience with arrogance –
Pride confronts humility,
Vanity defeats apology.
Unveiled tremors and heart-falls
Resurface encrypted and blind.

Always regretting, crestfallen and forgetting –
Prismic static jolting arteries and nerves.
Inundated with pity in a reflection,
Dismayed by opportunities for redemption –
A prescription for disappointment
Overdosed to the brim.

Too much the coward to confront,
Too much the narcissist to admit
Imminent defeat and declared humiliation.
Tears and bruises drenching pathetic loner,
The lime-lit recluse panicking for lights
And praying for sympathy in a poem.
Cuts and blood measuring short of dosage
Only reveal the victim’s embellished tale.

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August Moon Lullaby

Some days and nights I just wish you were dead,
Not some hardcore imitation – you only wish you could fool them –
So play hide-and-seek with your Barbie racecar chariot.
It’s a long downside-up ride for two,
But we can make it if we stick it through
Like cheap lovers, all the way, all the way.

I want to feel those innocent hands
Grope the bullets punching you from my head.
We’re fighting temptation with tooth and nail, doesn’t it feel good?
And I want to see your face stain my mattress,
I need to salvage my dignity before I give in to this.
You’re always dressed to kill and for Scarlet.

I want to steal some of your erotic humor,
It just turns me on like crazy, sweet lover.
And oh, the way you foam at the mouth in Webster rhyme –
It’s more than I ever cared to know
And almost as good as the loveliness, oh
That kills you outside in.

You’re so perfect, darling, matching
In the blood kimono you’re bathing in.

Some days and nights I just wish you were alive,
You’re just a hardcore imitation – you can fool all of them –
So play tag-you’re-it with your Barbie racecar chariot.
I know it’s a long ride for you,
And you can’t make even if you stick it through
Like the cheap lover you are, all the way.

I want to feel those ignorant hands
Grope the bullets punching you from my bed.
We’re living temptation with tooth and nail, doesn’t it feel good?
And I want to see your lace stain my mattress,
I need to salvage my sanity before I give in to this.
You’re always dressed to kill and for Scarlet.

I’m dressing you for your rooftop party,
Dance like you can forget today, stupid, stupid, stupid lady,
And slither through the fire ‘cause it just feels so right.
Lick, suck; wear your sweat to keep alive in my hands,
We die today and wake tomorrow to catch the sun in the sand.
Are you sleepy, Cleopatra? We’re waiting on you, eyes closed.

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Parade

Burlesque marionettes, steeped follies –
Evanescent entertainment in fused opal.
Reptilian gutters, shadow footfalls –
Abandoned imprints in disabled technology.
Muted tales, plasmic letters –
Kindergarten lessons learned twice and forgotten.

The shards and drops trailing behind,
Indifferent time thieves gloating in a rhyme.
The wisps of chuckles posing on lace marquisettes,
A mirage goddess tangible in august fantasies.
The frayed end of silk entwined in knives,
A form-fitting desire in a jewelry display.

Gagged imagination, whited-out lies –
Apathetic daggers beating prestissimo.
Mobbed conviction, medallion protest –
Hourglass thrones on the brink of borderline.
Redundant rewind, limestone tacks –
Bed-side doves accompanying clichés.

Forfeit touchés versus placebo elixirs,
Intimidation volleys in overtime stare-and-run.
The murmur of annihilated atomic presents,
A circus ring muzzle sale reserved for mimes.
The static election floating past star-gazers,
A slogan stamped on the seal of eternity.

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Cheers

My heart flutters with the rings from your cigarettes – 
Float, dance, fade into oblivion, and kiss tender life goodbye.
My dreams flood from the vodka stream on your bathroom sink.
I love you for you fatal sins that unite us in crime.

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Eden

Forbidden love – 
Sinful at best, catastrophic no less.
From here nature flourishes,
Yet ironclad bricks strangle 
And tumultuous rivers engulf.
Longing past faded,
Withered roots of roses long dehydrated.
Scars of passion sear
Every morsel of the soul –
Unrelenting, deadly, painless.
Emotions of ages past,
Paralyzed and fearless.
A caress, a whisper –
A fleeting glance lost,
Gone and inconsequential.
The churning of hearts
As they weld and mold as one –
A kiss forever sealed by life.

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Vulnerability

Suddenly I feel lighter,
exposed and helpless.
Vulnerable.
She whom I hid for eternity 
is revealed, and I can only pray.
For both of us – 
that she learn to stand strong,
and I to walk away.
Please – 
take her lest she lose her footing.
Carry her to where I can’t,
and stay beside her
To warm her tender heart.

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Reunion

In my memories he is a boy,
a wonder without pretense,
without fear or doubt.
He foolishly laughed,
painless jubilation infecting every muscle.
And how he spoke –
the drawling, rhythmic swagger
between drooling letters.
Without a care for the world
he swept the room with lazy eye,
leg forever perched and frantically twitching.

Without the strut and apathy,
the intensity and rebellion,
the feigned savageness and feverish nonchalance,
he is barely recognizable in rare reflection.

I wonder if he misses him,
his abandoned alter ego,
because the chasm between them 
deepens with each stifled heartbeat.