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

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

The Dead City

her body in the woods
naked and filthy
new flies unfurling
their iridescent wings
flicking to flight
in the green heat
stars catching all the hate
in her flat black eyes
her mouth is empty
soil where her tongue
once settle against her teeth

they call this place
Dead City
The Axe Handle Burroughs
Blood Smear Avenue
12 Gauge Park

hey, down here
we got this thing
called the psychopathic checklist
you score high
and you got a job for life
with the city council
hope you like the taste of
gun oil and brass

the ditch just outside
the fences
final resting place
the belt still tight
against strained muscles
Petechiae smiles
and knife wound kisses
they named her
the Ditch Water Bride
never able to close her eyes
with her eyelids all gone

Yeah, down here in Dead City
babes in the woods
are a common site
and shotguns
grow like weeds
buried in the forest
wrapped in burlap fertilizer
they sprout up
if you know where to dig

lily bones
decorate the bridges
down here
never mind the names
feet wash up on the beaches
rotted and stinking
children play with them
like footballs
the ghosts chatter
in the distant hills
spitting their indifference
down to the Native villages
our murderous ancestors
thought were theirs to take

brains on the railway tracks
two bodies for the price of one
facts and lies
are all the same around here
that sound you hear
that's the sound of the L train
going straight to Hell
yeah, down here
God has crooked teeth
and chews on raw bone sinew
red streaks in the pavement
we call meat love
and we all know the dark places to avoid

we don't want no tourists around here
so go on to your safe little homes
and shut your eyes tight
behind your gated communities
and white bread security raids
go on, pretend everything is all right

down here in Dead City
there's a skull-cracking good time to be had
and the Devil
let's us know he's still around
he's got that big old grin
and when his mouth falls open
terror seeps into the world
and all us murderers and thieves
we know we still got a place
to call Home

The Horror of Who I Am

I am the Green Eyed Devil
much too hard to love
with the tastiest meat
that you vomit up
after eating too much
you're fumbling with the lock
trying to get out
before I can wake up
those Green Eyes are a trap
that look
that gentleness
you want to pluck those eyes out
you ate enough last night
can't stand that devilish love
you ain't coming back
not again
looking back up the stairs
you see my Green Eyes
following you
drowned in emotion
tears trembling on eyelashes
you'll be back
when you're drunk
and high
and horny
and need those warm tits
to slip in between

I am the Green Eyed Devil
imprisoned in the ice
six wings
six mouths
frozen right here
in my rage
every feeling
stays with me forever
I fell
but not so far
as the floor
it held me up
cracked under my weight
ugly girl
crack your head
against the pavement
jumped a little too far
too handsome
to be trusted
they come for me
one by one
their dicks in their hands
their hearts in their throats
save us
heal us
please us
go away
go away
away
Green Eyed Devil
go away
we never wanted you anyways

I May Have Been Drunk When I Wrote This

never trust a lover
who steals your covers
keep 911 on speed dial
tell the neighbors to go fuck themselves
and make some pizza

the hookers down the street
look cold
I thought about bringing them a blanket
those heels look painful
and I don't envy them
the Johns that cruise this neighborhood

you seem to still be vibrating
all curled up in my bed with your clothes on
fucked up on the drugs that just make me sick
I'm too drunk
and naked to stay awake
but I like it when
I get to hold your hand

someone's snoring on the couch
liquor bottles litter the living room
pizza crusts litter the kitchen
I can drain a bottle of bourbon
in a few hours
and stumble into your arms
as I try to fumble into your heart

the morning aches
but that won't stop me
from climbing your body
finding that little smile
that makes you so beautiful
in blinding sunny moments like this

I may have been drunk when I wrote this
but that just makes honesty
seep out my pores
I'd tell you I love you
but I don't want you to leave

there are still a couple of bottles of whiskey
on the counter
and I won't see the bottom of the glass for days
I hope you will come to see me
and bend back my bender
until we can't see the light of day
and lay gasping in each other's arms
in this waste land of human decay

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

Butcher

that heavy wet slap
of raw meat
against the concrete floor

thick blood
oozing over the edge
of the metal table

the split splat
of congealed
fluid striking
the drain cover

the knife makes
its work quick
sharp in the pale light
flashing above his head

ligament comes away
from bone
with a snap

bone cracks
as it is manipulated
and forced from the sockets

flesh hangs
in strips from the ceiling
red and lurid

like grotesque flags
signaling
a dead parade

now the cleaver
flashes up and down
chop chop chopping
at sinuous tendons
and fleshy mounds of muscle

bloody steaks
and pale fat
carefully ground meat
packaged all up for the freezer

brown paper hiding
those sliced and diced
bits of tasty corpulence

those meals
to future mouths
watering in anticipation

this flesh so strange
so buttery
so lithe and lean

dinner will be an event
of vigor and robustness
tasted upon the fatted tongue

he will pull your chair out for you
bow deeply at the waist
fill your glass with garnet wine
and on the meat of blackened paradise
you will dine

Near Sighted Nebulas

how badly am I desolate
apocalyptic heart
in futile lands
searching for Apache Skin
he sees not
hears not
and waits for me
on the edge of my vision
I turn and he turns away
I came for skin
and some kind of love
but I tripped
on the rungs of reality
only on chemical waves
do I thrive
only on those days
when my eyes
roll all the way back
to the dawn of time
the dawn of nothing
alcoholic memoirs
crevice brain
those tunnels in vision
those fingers
poking holes
in my membranes
I saw it in my dreams
I know what he needs
I saw it in my nightmares
and ripped the head
from its many arms
all empty heart
come fill me up
come fill me with your sour seed
Apache Skin
come on home
where wildness grows
in thick thorny beds
up the side of my skull
come on home
and nestle down in these canyons
of flesh
I'm waiting
and I have swallowed the worlds
in my galaxy of eyes
just for your enjoyment

Nephilim

Holy! Holy! Holy!

Throne of little god,
twisted to full grin
straight to the Morning Star
all big black wings
and big black smile

Holy! Holy! Holy!

Cry children
careless and hopeless
holes of blood
between thick thighs
soft and buttery

Holy! Holy! Holy!

These fingers in tender holes
these golden fingers
black Morning Star
shake the ice from big old wings
and march on the world

Holy! Holy! Holy!

Six feathers for six eyes
screaming with plodding sex
the rib snapped and buried
in the red ground
where a black tree grows

Holy! Holy! Holy!

Smooth round ass
clear black eyes
the Morning Star peels back the night
cracks his big mouth open
and with red tongue
as long as lulling orgasm

cries

Holy! Holy! Holy!

And all the world
cover
their
delicate ears
and pray