I catch your glances,
Your eyes meeting mine
And shooting away again.
I see you.
Of course,
I see them during stares of my own.
Who could take their eyes off you?
Not me, not now.
But you must forgive me,
This is a dream of a path never taken.
I must beg pardon,
This is a memory I don’t know.
But I do know now,
And that my happiness in you
Is (wistfully) reciprocated.
Overpowered by the Lips,
I lie here breathing,
staring at the ceiling,
Wishing the fan was pointed in my direction.
Overpowered by her lips,
I lie here thinking, romanticizing
Wishing she was struggling with me for the sheets.
How could she love me, though?
I’m broke on a broken computer,
And my room is a mess.
I dribbled piss on my boxers.
Embracing the safety of a bedspread tent
I sink further into the bed,
Knowing if I want change, I must effect change.
But it can wait, just a bit longer.
Let’s just lie here, only for a bit longer.
I wish I could wiggle my arms
under this boundless sky.
I’m lost in transcendent drunkenness,
a fool with a mind.
Synapses firing with alcoholic fervor,
I lie motionless.
The cigarette ashes on my cheek
As I puff with my eyes closed,
But not for too long.
I must stop the dark from spinning.
Wandering and wondering in wanderlust,
I hope we last forever.
I wish you were here now.
But C’est la Vie!
I’ll make do,
and I’ll make do
in accompanied solitude soon.
I see double as autocorrect corrects.
I close my eyes as the sky shuffles.
I fade to black, wondering what tonight will hold.
Some things are better left
Understated.
This is a lesson that I must
Teach to myself.
Implication!
That’s the key word!
The scariest monster hides in the dark,
The most beautiful confession D’amour
Lies between the lines.
Anyone worth impressing
Has an imagination
That needs stimulated,
Not force fed.
I want you in the fall,
When the sun grows cold
And the leaves turn brown.
When the Pennsylvania wind bites,
And those with money go to warmer climes,
That’s when I’d die to hold you.
Imagining you in a sweatshirt,
Hand in hand with me,
Walking down a country town Main Street.
We’ll forget the harshness of the season change,
The fear of winter to come,
In one another’s embrace
During my forced slumber
I meet my dear.
Alone and afraid.
In the aftermath
I hold her in my arms,
On an end bound train.
She smiles,
Knowing she is mine,
As I am her’s.
Her red dress entices,
Her warmth welcomes me in,
The cold of this hell falls away.
The train screeches to a halt
At the ghastly demon gate,
Hungry, We look for a meal.
A search to no avail.
As the weeks pass,
Perfection peels and pales.
The gaunt face of my love,
That unfed life of mine,
It drives me mad.
The demons laugh as lives end,
As the platform is cleared of all.
I wipe away any traces.
From the wreckage,
The whorehouse of slaughter,
We feed.
I watch her live
As she feeds on the dead.
I eat only when she fills.
Once again my love, My sweetness,
She kisses me with chapped lips.
I taste the blood of our prey.
The metallic taste remains,
As we lie in cold red puddles.
She shivers, and i hold her close.
Alone, We eat as we need,
Keeping the Wendingo at bay.
Awaiting the next train.
Coagulated blood stinks,
The maggots infect our meat,
Still we continue to gnaw on bone.
Our solitude is broken by a beast,
What used to be a woman.
Feeding on our rotting prey.
She scowls at us that there is plenty.
We eat as she gorges.
Her belly fat with human meat.
Flesh is ripped from bone,
Skeletons are shredded,
As she devours innards.
I cast her a look of disdain,
Holding my love near.
We make eye contact, fear.
“Judge me if you will,”
The she-beast scowled.
“You’ve fed too, the Wendingo will be around.”
I smile as I pull my love towards the train,
“We fed to live,
You die to feed”
As the train departs into darkness
My alarm tears me away from my love
And my joy dies into the mundane
Hail to the lovers,
Those that have found
What we all seek.
Those who can share
And show where they’re most weak.
Hail to the dreamers,
Envisioning, creating
Our children’s plox.
Facing the storm of our fears,
But instead see the freedom of the flocks.
Hail to me,
A wanderer aspiring
To the one-eyed king.
To whom guidance comes
Via the Raven’s wing.
Two dimensional reality
An opiate’s purr
Sinking, he whispers in my ear.
“(heavy breathing)”
Pinpoints point
Some Chords burrrrrr.
Time to be an artist.
Dcid Corvid 