The Warmth Of Bridges Set Ablaze

I find it adorable when
you carve your opinions
into the clouds
and expect people
to record the spectacle
and use it as
pornagraphy
as if you were more
than just suburban skin
All those blank picket signs
you keep around
"just in case"
I pissed the letters
W
A
R
on them
so you'll be honest
for a single moment
You
of outdated fame
with the idiot dodo
nesting in your hair
carving break up letters
into your thighs
then smiling
with the blood in your teeth
will one day reach for
the hand that gives gold
to every passerby
and pray it will touch you
as if
it could ever relate to
you

A Romantic Evening In The I.C.U.

When we ignited this
body of concrete
and fluorescent lights
we didn't strike the match
in a shroud of fraud
or as an
act of revolution
No
we only did it
to light up
the flash
in our eyes
and to dance in the ash
We thought the flames would
extend to the heavens
and send it collapsing
at our feet
but they just died
in a thosand mile downpour
of tears
that left us crawling
sick
to any sign of life
but our own

A Parable For Sodomites And People Who Sleep With Their Sisters

This is a piece I wrote back in 2010 that I feel is more relevant now with the Phil Robertson / Duck Dynasty situation.

Adam and Steve used to walk down to the reservoir and fuck behind the waterfall to hide their love. One day they saw Jesus, his leg trapped under a boulder. They used their limited strength to push it into the sea, sealing the waterfall forever. Our Savior gave them each a kiss and promised the star-struck lovers entrance into Heaven. A few weeks later some rednecks caught them making love and hung their dainty bodies from an oak tree overlooking the reservoir. Three months passed and a tornado ravished the inbreds' trailer park; ripping their obese, snuff spit-drenched bodies to bits. Now Adam and Steve sip wine coolers with God while the heathens get sodomized in Hell.

Punctuation Is For Pussies And Sane People

When you asked me to slow dance in the twilight of all the world's detonated nuclear warheads I wasn't expecting the dance floor to disintegrate under your every step and I wasn't expecting the music to be replaced by the cries of children with corroded skin and I wasn't expecting you to kiss me as your body turned to black smoke and crawled deep into the crevices of my lungs.

Mechanic

All the things you
could never teach me
fall from me
like so many
angels
I've spent years
carving your face
into mine
with your old
rusted knives
and it doesn't hurt
any less
now
and it never will
The only thing I
have ever wanted
truly
is for you
to save me
from every
molecule
and for you
to hug me
and tell me
that I am worth so much more
than the rot
growing
on my heart
all these years
without you

What A Drag

I've been
dragging this corpse behind me
for so long that
I don't even remember
what it looked like
or why
I'm even pulling it
Maybe
I'm looking for
a place
to bury it
or maybe
this is just
what my purpose in life is
The only things I know
are the rot
that has permanently etched itself
into my nostrils
and the lingering taste
of apocalypse
on my crumbling tongue

Disease

The Old Child
bandages a few cuts
on his thigh
before a grenade
detonates
in his guts
He places his hands
over the gushing hole
as He saunters
across concrete
forest
plains
ice
and ash
while His injuries
trail behind him
like a lost
child
When He finally reaches
the desert
He is reduced to a
glacial crawl
a highway of blood
stretched for miles
behind Him
Before He dies
a serpent slithers
across His outstretched
stained hands
and wraps itself
around The Old Child's
chest
gives Him the deepest kiss
He ever knew
and whispered
"Fate Is God"

Support?

I always have to roll my eyes when they tell us that the camouflage toddlers are fighting for our free will when we've been swimming in bullet proof rivers for years while they follow the twisted vision of dead gods and their pederast uncle.