I’m really loving the commercials for that Psycho spinoff. Don’t have any desire to ever watch it, but it did inspire a line in this poem.
Awaiting a bass based planetary bombardment,
Painting in shades of black,
This is my small victory.
A reprieve from the process
Of becoming Norman Bates,
Of looking my cat in the eyes, with shame.
‘Today, I will be the greatest,’
Is yesterday’s gameplan.
Smoke drifts in ribbons
from between my fingertips.
I stare in silence at the orchestra
For my eyes.
For me.
I dwell on thoughts of romance,
You dwell on the payment for my love.
My heart lurches across my chest
As I watch the acrobatic theatrics.
I long to know the spider-monkey.
She has a life,
A history,
A story.
These fools see her as meat.
I see her as more.
Now you might give me condemnation,
As just another John the Revelator,
But I’m looking for a higher love.
I may have done wrong,
But you have nothing to fear.
You look at me,
I feel you.
You see me dressed in black,
Waiting for the night.
I just want to see you,
The sweetest perfection,
And no longer be locked in chains.
As for now,
I’ll suffer well,
I’ll leave in silence.
And I’ll just take a pain that I’m used to.
I found an old poem of mine about a stripper, and am probably going to work on a painting to go with it. Stay tuned
The thrill of penetrating,
The power you feel
As you tear open someone’s soul.
Someone blank,
Someone who blankets themselves in false security,
Someone who can be cracked open.
The pure joy you feel
As this person confides in you,
And you know:
You are their confidant,
Their friend,
Their Witness.
You witnessed the Messiah within,
Peaking out to see the world about.
You formed an elastic bond,
One that will not break.
Let me be your hrunting.
Allow me to be your solace
In your darkest hour.
Watch as I fail you.
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