Split

We live like those plants, those

Vines of envy ripping through

Bloody beatings are encircled by

Spheres of something sinister

Words are flung in a maelstrom

Of doings completely wrong

We live like those luminary essences, those

Gleams of animosity dazzling through

Oozing orifices are scrutinized by

Locks of lingering loathsomeness

And we live like this pair of scissors, this

Laceration utensil

Snip and we split

Forget It

Losing minds

But don’t you forget it

Stall at the stop sign, but still you don’t get it

Why do we sojourn in secret places?

Breaching the pace, being so afraid

I’m just so frightened

Of wide open spaces

I disregard

Fail to recall

All those hollow words the pine tree whispered to me

And screeched at you

And so memoirs fall behind

Keys rust away

And today, I paid a visit to an old willow tree

The aged hierarchy, it consulted with me

It said “you can live forever, dear”

But I broke a branch or two or three

Twisted away

Staggered away

…and I forgot it

Field of Wires

Don't whisper at me
I won't hear you
If you want something then you better
You better, you better
Scream it

I've been lying in a field of broken wires and
Hearing devices
I've been crying but the tears are silent

These headphones are twisted
And you're too twisted
Distorted and out of order and resisting

I've been lying in a field of broken wires and
Hearing devices
I've been crying but the tears are silent

I've been living in a tangled pile
Of something viciously vile
And I swear it'll be awhile
Before I'll hear you out

Doppelganger, Falling

Your stutters are flapping like shutters

And my doppelganger is slipping,

Falling off the ceiling, hitting, flipping

on the fan whirring, vendor

remarkable splendor of life

you’re  calling, intriguing all insights

all in for time

But I’m not stopping; I’m not stalling for life.

Cold Cut

I barely remember myself

Whistling is like dancing,

Shrieking is the new high

I’d like to say I’m breaking even

Cold cut clean with the other side

And I would love for lunacy to be my calling

But I’m afraid I have too much on my mind

Reflections

No one cares about what you write

Your writing is just a crazed infatuation

Brought about by bouts of anger

The paper in front of you is a blank reflection of what you are

Rip her to shreds

Throw in the rubbish bin

Splash

They're good at bringing about tears

So it goes to show

They can see right through your irrational fears

Widow spiders crawling across the windowsills

Scuffling up the abandoned bar and barstools

The basement is the back of your mind

Not quite forgotten

Where murky things lie in wait

Don't stare at them

They'll stare right back at you

The Truth

I like to say that you went crazy

Because I just can’t condense all the catastrophe of you

I am one to hold a grudge

So I just don’t tell them all the truth

Well

You’ve got a friend in Misery

You’ve got a lover in Silence, and your accountability

Is all that really matters