Melody

I met her in a sprawling field
illuminated by the stars
and the crescent moon
When she took my hand
clouds erupted
from the flowers
while the fireflies
spelled her name in every direction
When I kissed her
an army of angels
rose from the ground
and stitched shut our wounds
while maladies
became a distant dream
And when she backed away
her body radiated
a luscious gold
brighter than all the world's bombs
detonated at once
as the stars
and the crescent moon
faded away
in submission

Why So Serious?

He was picking through
a stack of razors
trying to find God
when he heard the weeping
of a thousand children
He stripped off his suit
and pranced
to the cemetery
where they were leaking puss
into an open grave
He pushed his cock
into the orifices
one
by
one
thinking it would help
knowing that it wouldn't
And as this was happening
the dead awoke 
from their slumber
and they shouted at him
with their muffled words
but didn't dare do anything
otherwise
When he was finished
he put his clothes
back on
placed his hands on his hips
and smiled
for the camera
in the sky
as the sea of gravestones
resumed its peaceful
contentment

VIP Tickets To The Pity Party

The insects have been crawling
from my pores
week after week
I flick away an ant
it's replaced by a thousand spiders
When I write my name on the walls
with their insides
all i see is question marks
that make sounds
resembling the howls I once made
when I held my father's rotting hand
in mine
As the guts dry
I embrace it once more
and mouth some words
that could be a condemnation
a hopeful gesture
or gibberish
I fade with the rot
and dream of warmer
years