Gurl

Been a long few months
since your perfect form
became black fog
and drifted away from
my decaying limbs
Now
I'm sifting through this
encyclopedia of cliches
trying to crack the blank
sky
while your lips touch
the heavens
with someone who
(probably)
wouldn't draw his organs
on yours
like I did
How sad that
I'm still writing these
things for you
another worthless
poem
for another
worthless love

That Special Someone

The rot that fell from your mouth like semen would have been enough to keep me fed but you pulled it from my reach faster than it took you to spin gold into lies you're a shallow grave for the next generation echoing orgasms of all pitches within as the abortions nailed to the walls cry for your touch

Gravity

When I think of how quickly
you
walked away
from the tactical nuke
that fell on our home
I can feel the weight
of Jupiter
as it plummets on
my ribcage
I could write some kind of
apology
or
plea
with the fragments
it leaves behind
not that you would
read it
not that you would
care
So sad
that these weapons of
mass destruction
and even
the solar system
are falling all around
and all you can do
is smile

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

Jaded

The sunlight sneaks in through the solitary window in her attic, crawling along the hardwood floor and slithering up my spine. It takes a bite out of my neck and adds another poison to my blackened veins. I can't help but stare at her once perfect body. Her winter skin is draped in tattered jeans and a long sleeve Type O Negative shirt, soaked through with crimson. I run my fingers down her tarred, interstate hair and lose myself in the tangles. The memories of being entwined with such perfection fill me with a tingle as if I'm being shocked by a million tasers. I reach out my hand to caress hers but am drawn back by a stabbing pain in my wrist. There's a slash there for every time she said she loved me.

The words “Good Bye” hover around my head like starving vultures. That is when you know you're truly dead, when your chest aches to free itself from your rotting body and you feel nothing. I remember when all my neurons used to kick. She and I would take night walks in a vast field where the stars would dance in our presence and the waving grass would sing our names. When we would kiss the sky would detonate and rain PCP on our sweating bodies. On those nights we needn't say a word to each other when the heaven in our eyes was pure poetry. Yet, kingdoms can fall under  the weight of mutual psychosis.

We would open our mouths and regurgitate acid down each other's throats. The blisters in my esophagus would crackle and remind me that emotions only fade as the fires of Hell shall. I could tell her bones were turning to ash. In the midst of our war I would hide outside her bedroom window in some bushes and watch her cry hurricanes as she swallowed anti-depressants by the bottle. When the ambulance took her away I would hold back my weakness as I jerked off.

I can hear the police search for her downstairs. It's only a matter of time before they find us. Their footsteps echo the melting walls as her heartbeat once did in my head. The orders they bark to each other are so distance and foreign. I don't care that they're going to find me, I'll greet them with a smile I don't care that I'm going to prison, I have nothing more to do. I just want to spend my last moments of freedom locked away in our atrophied organs.

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

Reminiscing Of My High School Sweetheart

I can't forget the days
when you would slice the throat
of George W. Bush
and you would nail
the blade
into the palm of my
trembling hand
then you would point at me
while screaming
“Murderer!"
while the citizens of this nation
would rip me apart
like a silent Jihad
and when it was all over
you would hold me
under the summer stars 
and lick my wounds
with your pitchforked
sandpaper toungue
while telling me
that everything would heal
in your arms
and I would smile
in the crippling high
of teenage romance

First Date

When I placed my finger
on her cheek
her flesh crumpled
into a million stars
onto the cracked soil below
And as bullet casings fell
from my eyes
I cradled them
like a dying kitten
before they went supernova
and showered the world
in her luminous
mourning

Oh Yes

When you told me you were tired

of this planet

I ripped down the sky

plucked the wings

from every

angel

and said

“Fly away

with me”

And as we sailed

through the sky

you wrote me

love letters

with the ink

dripping

from your lips

I flashed a smile

that opened up the earth

when all the demons escaped

and suffocated

in our drowning light

And that is my reminder

that there are better

things

than being

alone

Robert Has Cooties

You look into my eyes

as if you're staring into

the intestines of Hell

Such

pity

I could bury flower seeds in your pores

and the sprouts would rot

in the beauty of the

soil

The day you finally touched me

you pushed me away

with the force

of a Boeing 757

It was the greatest day

of my life

It was

the end of the world

Fuck You, I'm An Artist, Man!

I built a monument to my failures

using nothing

but the garbage

strewn about

the world

and the rotted wood

over our heads

When I showed it to her

she said “This

is more beautiful

than the raindrops

on my open

grave.”

Then she licked her lips

and tapped my

creation

with her delicate finger

and it toppled

on top of me

and the decay rains on me

to this very day

Anarchy Of Flames

There were times when

you and I

would blow smoke rings

around the moon

and watch them circle back

to embrace us

like halos around our necks

There were times when

I would get so angry

at the world

and myself

that I would drape my feet

in cement shoes

and dive into your corneas

to let them wash away

everything

There were times when

your frown would break

the world

but you would repair the cracks

with your delicate hands

while singing a love song

for us

then I would pull you aside

to kiss you

deep as a grave

and you would smile

so the world would heal itself

looking more beautiful

than it ever did

There was a time when

your celestial body

lifted itself above mine

hurled at me in an anarchy of flames

and my body turned to ash

and the remains sailed in the wind

for a thousand years

before manipulating themselves

into letters

into words

into this poem

for you

Taylor Swift's Cunt

Taylor Swift's cunt

Is imploded and

Crimson

Like the brains of

Shaken babies

Sorry about that

Taybug

I know you'll write

An album

About the whole situation

Comparing me to some

Demented prince

Locking his lovers up

In concrete towers

But its the best fuck

You will ever have

You said so yourself

When I splattered civilizations

Across your ocean face

Taylor Swift's cunt

Is flowing

With the pus

Of a thousand wounder soldiers trapped

In its trenches

But that wasn't my fault

Now my penis

Resembles the drowned titanic

Covered in moss

Falling apart

Just like your career in five years

The Love Of My Life Is A Crust Punk Girl

I recall wandering aimlessly through town

As I am wont to do

When I laid my eyes on you

Girl With No Name

And how you changed everything

In just a few seconds

You had:

A bowl haircut (dyed dark red)

Green, piercing eyes

A leather jacked splattered with punk rock patches

Nails polished pitch black

Tattered blue jeans

Steel toed boots

You were about 5'9''

And had a little bit of meat on your bones

But were more or less thin

And I remember

Chasing pulsing veins

Through the neurons in my brain

In the everlasting euphoria

Of your prescence

As you hovered ten feet above ground

And fell through the Earth

Without making a dent

I'm A Hit At Parties

I'm a misogynist

For a reason

Folks

But I don't believe

Women belong

In the kitchen

That's just silly

I just think

Women are

Evil

Diabolic

Fascist

And treat decent men

The way that Michael Vick

Treats puppies

Cerebral Photography

Awash in an ocean of dark matter

a girl with mountain road curves

protrudes butcher knives

from her wrists

carves a still life of a dying forest in my chest

and tells me

“I will always forget you”

The blood has dried on steel

and the canyons remain

rendering “Art” a misnomer

Love

There was a crowd gathered

in a meadow of dead grass

on the night we hanged you

from the moon

Your plastic body swung

like the pendulum on your

biological clock

as the cigarette burns on our arms

were blanketed by baby skin

The foliage around

sprung to life

wrapped itself around your limbs

and ripped them down

to the healing Earth

among the crying ex-lovers

and everything you owe