Iron Road

Up the Iron Road he came
Ignoring the brittle cries of
Protesting magpies
Circling the barbed wire fences
To hang their bloody prizes
Thorn birds hid in the blackberry brambles
And sleek eyed foxes
Dove to ground
At his passing footsteps
If he was worried
He showed it not
But continued to put one foot
In front of the other
As an indifferent sun burnt overhead
Turning his skin an angry red
To the West
Great fires burned
In the blackened timber
Licking candle tongues to the sky
Blotting out the horizon with great black plumes
In his chest his heart burned
Beat a beat for every step
Turned and boiled
Caught in his throat as he choked it down
To the South
The ocean rose up hills
And down cliffs
Flung itself into the ever greening tree line
As each emeraldneedle fought for the light
His eyes only saw the dark
The near black blue of deepest water
Where monsters turn
On the heels of broken ships
And wheel their mouths open
To devour whole
But here
On this Iron Road
He walked with purpose
If not a bit of a limp
And animals scurried from his path
To the under brush
His eyes never raised
His voice died in his mouth
And none marked his passing
Save the gentle puffs of red, red earth
That settled in the dead air
And did not stir again

Vagina Dentata

I will rip the Love right out of you

Wallow in the deliciousness of the Devouring 

Such beautiful wet sucking sounds in the dark

Heavy thunks upon the floor

That cold feeling wrapping around your ankle

Sweet God of the Eaten

We rip

We roil

We slurp meat from grey bones

And I'll kiss you with fetid breathes

Slide my tongue down on into you

Oh your love is so rotten

So meaty

So weak

So dripping that my chin gets all sticky

Lap at my blue lips

Slip into my honey

All the bees are stinging 

Poison pushers in the deep hive

Oh how sweet is your splurting 

Sputtering

Stuttering 

Doorways to these diseased places

Deformed hearts

Decaying intentions

Dicking around with divinity

Still too stupid

To notice your guts are missing

Oh I'm coming

Straight through your ribcage

Out the back of your skull

Spinal fucks

In the putrid presentation

Of your fatted lying leech of a cock

You'll never wilt

With my will drilled inside you

You're pretty when your petrifying 

And Oh I'm getting wet just thinking about it

The God of Useless Things

The God of Useless Things

Sat at his desk 

And composed

Long poems

With ink

And tissue paper

He often crumpled up

The good ones

And tossed them in the trash

With the banana peels

And the morning's coffee grounds

Coffee scented poems were all the rage

In Victorian parlours but 

The God of Useless Things

Preferred the fish bones buried

Deeper down in the trash

Fish bones

You see

Had the potential to get

Lodged in your throat

And choke you

To blue-faced death

The Fish Bone King

That's what they called him

Down at the Literal Cafe 

What with his club foot

And frilly shirts

Dressed like a funeral

And half as serious

The Title Tyrant

Is what his lovers called him

The men and the women

Who littered his bed

And hated all the canoe bark

That stuffed the pillows

In a lumpy eternity

That Fucker

that God of Useless things

Wrote poems nobody read

Recited them to stunned audiences

In ancient pretentious dialects 

And pretended he understood them

No one ever applauded

And often the crowd sat silent

As the God in the room

Bowed backwards off the stage

And disappeared out the side door

Leaving the room bereft

Of electricity 

And purpose

Oh yes

The God of those Little Useless Things

That King of Tasteless Fish Bones

That Fucker All in Black

Knew the truth of every poet's toil

And just how pointless

Art

Really was in the face of the Modern

But even the Useless 

Are pretty to look at

And the Word of God

Will always be deliciously bitter

They Grew Overnight

You harm me like a fucking rose

I've been spitting red petals for days

Those are thorns

That were my eyes

You're growing right through

My best intentions

Wild briar canes

Pushing my dirt up

Buds crushed underfoot

That sweet smell

Wrapping around my fingers

To tug me down

"Come fuck me

In my thorns;

Bleed

Just for me"

How can I say no

When that scent

Invades my veins 

And threatens

To turn me 

To perfume

How can I say no

When the rain is so seductive

On you curling branches

And you know how to twist just right

So those thorns stay in me forever

You fuck like a bramble

And your roots grow wild

Ever outwards

Ever tangling pain

With togetherness

I am buried under the rose bushes

Come visit my bones

When the winter strips all your leaves

And you cannot stop crying for spring

The Last Time

I want you to die beneath me

A yawning great chasm of darkness

Unfurling in your eyes

I want your death

Like air

Like the deepest river

Encased in your blue lips

Like the ocean

Rushing in to drown kingdoms

And send bodies adrift

Among the wreckage

I want you to die inside me

Know my demonic charms

My bloody thirst

Striking arms

Stretched over your head

I am the muscle that is always working

The tick in your jaw

The tension that broke the ligaments of your spine

I want you to die with me in your mouth

I want to split you in two

The earth rising up to meet your face

Your teeth clenched

The pines arching overhead

In a great funeral pyre 

To ride you harder

Faster

Beyond horizons on fire

And lips curled over sharpened teeth

I want you to die

As much as you want to live

As much as you want to stroke my inner walls

Feel the clutch and keening

Caught in the spider webbed trap of my hair

The grief of always wanting

Coupled with my hands sharply clasp upon you head

Breath is as damp as wind

Tears blur your vision

And the scene crumples

Collapses as ancient buildings

Ruins to gods long forgotten

To mysteries unending and unimportant

I want your death 

Deep down and honey sick

I want your last breath

In my mouth

I want your soul

Held in the glass

Of one world to the next

I want you

Dead

Buried in me

And always 

Mine

Wicked City

I fell in love with a ghost 

he tasted like air 

Smelled of spiders

And ancient attics

Kissed like an apparition 

But rarely got my name right

no one ever accused me of being beautiful 

no one ever accused me of being right 

But they did find out

That I was the reason

For all these bad times

it took a crime to make me smile 

it took a murder to get me 

right down to the bottom of my heart

It took a genocide

To make me scream with joy

I loved a ghost 

and made sure he had a home in Hell

 I'm the waste of a perfectly good alleyway 

I wanted him to haunt my skull

but my fingers wanted something else 

they wanted thick ropes of blood down my chin 

and shredded skin in my valleys 

I wanted Cannibal law

And to eat my enemies and lovers

I am catalyst 

at home in this wicked city 

with the whores and the liars and the Grim Reapers 

The killers and the torturers and the executioners 

I cast the ghosts out

As I cast love out

I am the Wicked they named this place after

They call me the Beast

And tremble at me breath

Sin Will Find You Out

The hearts of children

Are already black

Cruelty sticks on their tongues

Pushes little girls down

Into mud puddles

Bloodies lips

And blackens eyes

Holds heads under dirty water

We are born without innocence 

Just waiting for that moment

Of perfect violence 

That existence we covet in death

Twisted grins

And shining eyes

We plot the demise of each other

 with glee

Killers each of us

In our own special way

Destroyers

Devastators 

Cripplers 

In blind rage we are perfection

The perfect form

The true face

The Truth

We buckle under the weight of goodness

Realize just how awful

It really is

We keep predators as pets

We keep our heads turned

We devour as only the truly violent can

We love as only darkness allows us

We are so close

We burn our hands

And smile

Sin will find you out

But There was Never a God

It was always

Always

Us