Dim Opus

From the parking lot of my neighborhood chick-fil-a, you can almost make eye contact with a pale fetus spread thin across a billboard to the north. Its fractionally formed features seem determined to invade visions and sway decisions through silhouette and shock value. The air about this area is that of the unrelenting and authoritative.… Continue reading 36th and Quebec →

Schrodinger's cat may or may not exist, However, the hair of the beast is indisputably present in the mouth and eyes of each and every soul stupid enough to deny it's existence entirely. Its finest impression of a tootsie roll candy in each and every pair of god's stiletto heels laid out for the next… Continue reading Questionable Cat Shit →

I'm sick of my ingrown spikes.The ones that emerge with every word,And make a gun out of my overbite.I'd turn and run from them overnightBut they've found a home in bones,So prone to fright.Despite my time atoned, alone in flight.So fetch my forgiveness from the bottom shelf,For what's the fun in winning rotten wealth?I hang… Continue reading Sick →

Someday you'll surrender thoughts,Of how you ought to have droppedEvery little thingThat crept in steady rings.Or walls stacked in cake layers,Trapped praising your fake players.Wrapped plainly to break chairs.An act you trained to rein blank stares. Perhaps I only care,Because I blame myselfFor this ever ringing bell.Trained to tease but not to sell.For this rope… Continue reading Well Enough to Sell →

She's a sweetness you can set your sights on.Complete mess, autophagic python.I've been fucked over with the lights on,But learned lesions that are life long.And all along, I sang a song,Of how to her I'm halfway drawn. No doubt an outside perspective,Would provide a little rest and giveA respective impression of situations selective.She buried me,… Continue reading A Friendly Face/Never →

I can stress endlessly, and relate to them it's true. But, I've found I find more freedom, in expressing something new. Than when reposting recycled ranting, of the bitter, black, and blue. A viewpoint simply out of whack, and brutally abused. It's what we've all been trained to do, as the psyche screams "j'accuse"! Touch… Continue reading Emo Memes →

And so memories of you gather like feral felines around my feet at the sound of an opening can or the crack of a brandy bottle. For beasts of this nature feed upon such poison, contorting and mutating with the newfound fuel. Howling horribly and clawing with empty promises at my stomach lining. Pining, craving… Continue reading Memories at Mealtime →

I've no right to expect you to trust me.I'm just trying to move on,And own my actions justly.Doing the best for my own mind, Telling myself to just breathe. But consequences must come And so I understand you must leave.Seems I've been a mountain lion mourningFor all these years.Fake female scream,With a convincing dash of… Continue reading The Victim Depiction →

Feeling like a diseased dog adoptable but up for debate.As to whether one's willing to intertwine with my festering fate.For I have more dead friends and deadly diseases than you could ever count on.Might as well sing it to the empty space as a pound impounded hound's song.Call me downtrodden drama queen.Poorly drawn to make… Continue reading Me+Disease →

Woke up without my shoes today,And something in my head turned a different way.Something In my head Says my telephone's missing. Only two eyes left,And my memory's drifting.Like, goddamn!Did you drink that much?Or maybe something in the drink went and popped the clutch.So, now I'm wandering the streets,Shoeless, lost as fuck.Robbed roofie blind,Guess that shit's… Continue reading Two Eyes Left →