The Poisoned Summer

what is this that clings to me
clear and sticky
honeyed poison
for honeyed eyes
face nestled in my breasts
sweat beading across my skin
the summer is my poison
so pretty
your hair in your face
you poison me with your fingertips
you desire me
until better things come along
I am the burden
put me out to graze
beastly to look at
crazy to feel
locked away inside my own brain
begging for love
begging for soap to copy the keys
food is poisoned
but I am not sure which plates are safe
I am fumbling
with my own skin
tripping down
off of high horse
and glass buildings
I see myself
in every reflection
unsure of what side of the glass I am on
unsure of what side of your eyes I am on
the arrows embedded in my side
are poison tipped
and growing over
in rough red scars
shove your fingers in the holes
feel for bits of steel left behind
by your hardened words
your forgetfulness
that I was here
waiting for you to find me
waiting
for the poison
to take me down to my knees
I have nothing to give you
no poison left on my lips
no kiss dying under my eyes
I gave you all the pieces of my heart
to glue back together
you swept them under the rug
placed them in a box under your bed
you'll find that box full of dead rats
the next time you look
as each glistening jewelled fragment
was poisoned long before
you got here
and I died under the weight
a thousand fists ago

The Cliffs at Devil's Head

I can see the lie
glistening on the edge
of your lips
you are about to let it
drip down on my head
three little words
to see if you can work
your fingers
into my demonic underwear

your tongue forces it
past my teeth
searches for the back
of my throat
testing if I have any
gag reflex left
caressing my chin
lacing your fingers
in my hair
to pull my head back

your mouth
travels lower
and slower
tongue on tightening nipple
hands clenched
into white mounds of flesh
I feel the lie
seep into my skin
and wish only for
love and sex

I am the shore
you wreck your ship upon
the beach you storm
the castle walls your breach
the fire you douse
the tree you pull down
the door you kick open
and the legs your pry apart

I've got the Devil whispering in my ear
offering me little peices of candy
on long tethers
dangling over cliffs
I pluck at your chest
like strings on a cello
trying to pull at your heart
I hold you to me
fearful of what you will say
I tip over the edge
and feel the air
rush past my ears

if you let me go
I will fall
and never stop
but falling never bothered me
it's only those sudden stops
at the end
that worry me so

Noxious Fairytales

the Queen is up on her decrepit throne
in all her terribleness
her kingdom is a mess
and she's started to name the flies
keeping them as pets

there is a lot she will tolerate
if her lover is beautiful
he'll tell her how awful she is
he'll drown her in the toilet
and pace back and forth on the rotting veranda
cursing her under his breath

her castle is falling apart
holes are forming in the moth eaten drapes
bricks are crumpling
and threatening to fall on hapless visitors' heads
the bridge has collapsed
and one must step over marshy swamp lands
to enter her ragged gateway

she stays in her tower
he tosses roses with the flowers stripped off
and only the thorny stems left
at her feet
she walks over them and does not notice
blood, spit, semen, tears
it's all the same to her
he screams at her
"Why don't you cry?!"

she has seen her cracking face
in the lines of the warped mirror
she has seen the overgrown
gardens taking back the land
she has seen the mice
scurrying to their nests
and the bee's making their homes
in the wombs of lost caves

Paradise is fading
and she has fed all up on its tasteless milk
fetid rot has a much more attractive odor
swallowing up the senses
in a sinking embrace
the jungle breathes
humps over silently and waits
she can feel her legs turning to mud
leaving her sludgy footprints about the floorboards
he splashes soapy water
angrily around the throne room
but the rotting jungle has other ideas
and creeps up the castle walls
in long stretching vines
searching for that terrible Queen it calls home

she is the mother to what those pretty lovers chose to waste
she is the filth they built their gleaming kingdoms on
down here she knows the truth
that all the world
was born from ooze
with that soft underbelly exposed
and no matter how hard you scrub
one day we will all return
to that sludge
and rot away for the next generation
to build their perfect homes upon

Martyr of the Ugly

you have your fast women
and faster drugs
your parties on the moon
pretty crazy whores
with their mouths salivating
for your cock
you have your wandering eyes
your lost fingers
your brainwashing glances
and quick voice
that treacherous beauty
that unstoppable melancholy
that sits just right
on your brow
you have that glowing crown
that glowing heart
just begging them down on
their knees
you have them all fooled
and they scrape
their bellies and full breasts on the ground
to find your Jesus feet
and anoint your toes in oil
with their long flowing hair

I have only alcohol
and the burning bitterness
it trails down my throat
I have endless nights
cursing the dawn
when the curtains lighten
I have stupid words
useless facts
all stored up in my
functionless brain
I have my outcast status
tattooed on my skin
I have devils' horny outcroppings
where my halo
failed to grow
I have an ugly smile
sickeningly green eyes
and the threat of
heroic nothingness
set under my tongue

I tossed the oil over the cliff
I shorn off my hair
I vomited up an ocean
of black vile
from the depths
of my violent soul
I brought down the moon
I ate the perfect hearts
of a thousand whores
I rotted in my own caves
and made suits
of their skin

I crawl for nothing
and I will make you uncomfortable
make you writhe
and cry out
from under your Jesus cross
I can't ever be right
but I can be
godlike
in my wrongness
and make all who love me
hide from
my terrible face
and wretchedly sharp teeth
and curse the day
they met me

Call Me The Beast

unrelenting happiness
makes me want to choke you
on your own teeth

the gash is me
the blood is awash
in a sea of blackness
filling up my vile soul

I am the villian
in my own story
the monster
in your head
and under your bed

I am the ankle grabber
snake of split tongue
self-styled wretch
with rancoured eyes

the hated
and the devoured

I've come for dinner
set up in your chest
I break the strings of your heart
with my teeth
flesh drips from my jaws
in long lurid strips
I am a parade
of dead things
and I taste of rot

they raised me ugly
cold
up above their heads
they made me
fed me
and set me on the world

I bite the fingers that feed me
I revel in my ugliness
I sit on my throne
of oozing thorns
with bits of my lovers
waving like flags

lulling tongue
cunt lined with teeth
I dance on severed heads
and pick the great bones
of battle yards

I am sickness
burrowed  down whole
I am the rage
that consumed the world
I skitter up the side of your head
and pluck out your eyeballs
I love nothing
and eat those foolish enough
to get so fearfully close

it is at the guarding of thy death that I am
and I shall be
never call my name
and never open thy eyes to see