Day 72 (How you left me)

Pin pricked the fingers thin licked

trickle down financial proclamation

fear summation

 

it was love lost through pains cost

and drains simple swirl

that stole the little girl

that never will be

the princess you cannot see

 

little hand and little foot to wave a stiff goodbye

the lie

the lie

no ones bitter

but this sad room lacks a pitter

and patter of hearts unique batter

 

bladder full cup drawn thin

you win

with my passion for sin

a delectable twin

for your incomprehensibly thin frail frame I thought I could tame

Day 71 (Things I Thought When You Died)

Someone told me I couldn't take a life

with the smooth slice

of tongues lashing

fore front of the gnashing

gleaming

paid for perfection

waiting

to sink fast

to the bump thump

past arterial cavity

oh to search and devour

the rush for this simplistic

lust

the craving to cease

the raving ventricle slam

and

thrust

through the soon carved bust

a wilting sense of empathy

has dimmed sweet light

bringing early night

and

the last curse

to run past lips purse

hits flesh with smooth mist

soon to sink in the cool wind

to try and dry

 

They will say you had to die

Day 70 (What I said to you)

Hello my darling

your curves are charming

but don't find it alarming

when my hand gets out of touch

with the smooth crutch

your hips were made to clutch

 

Please elate me

turn and hate me

this is our fate see

bound and tenable

a tap dance skeletal

separation will be brutal

 

We push and push and push

 

Please lets move on

put some clothes on

the sun it nears dawn

fast is our folly

crawl to the yellow trolley

anywhere said lips of Molly

 

We push and push and push

Day 69 (Ouroboros in Spacetime)

Dreams of what may come paired with imagined kingdom, a future past in pretense this blood makes no sense, from where doth it spill and from where doth it fill in a pool of lust we fail clinging only with a prehensile tail our bargain is made our bill is paid but we twist on a mortal coil to be kept in tinfoil the leftover of the past over, here's the stand in front of Zeus we demand to see the savior to watch our behavior. Oh man in my sky, oh demon in my eye roll me over and pull me under make your bed be ye fed pray to your air find a bridge follow the dare.

Day 68 (Existential Alphabet Metro Blues)

The glory of self realization is found in mental masturbation

the simple stroke tug and pull of metaphors

the Jungian theories that perpetuate

our thoughts for so long 

so long and good bye

my friend it has been fun for a while

but I

choose denial

so please leave me for a while

 

I wanna go home but there is no home to go to

so I wonder through this empty mind

to escape

exchange one landscape

for another

 

happiness

the over rated

letter R 

nested between Q and S

Two before U

and jump one for T

 

Disallow 

The here and now

to control the past and then

tense is a state of mind

and grammatical means

Day 67 (Things I Thought Before You Left)

I saw the wind waft through your hair

Carrying with it the sweet smell of some cheap shampoo

You stole when you borrowed the shower

In my lofty apartment

How I wish you would die

So slowly here with me

In the splash of sunshine

We tried to clean in the back yard

But you wont stay

No you will go

Just like the rest

You are tired of this show

So baby please would you just go

So I can move on

But we're alone here

In each others firm grip

We're together for just one more sip

no regrets dear its been a fine trip

Just close your eyes its one last kiss

The fight is over and you will be missed.

Day 66 (A Trek Downriver)

raw gaping maw 

close to the surface

steel jaws closing in 

surfacing up for air

screaming last breaths

breathing a sigh of relief

relieving discontent

reliving malcontent

disjointed joint session of congress

smoking a joint

smoke'em out of their hole

stoke the fire

stroke the ego

egotize the Strokes

egrets of regrets

ducklings of discord

Day 65 (What I would tweet provided I had a Twitter account)

Waiting for the white LED blinking walking man's new dawn coming round corners bleak emotionless streak to this that and the other white meat.

Day 64 (My Fascination with Fuse Boxes Personified)

Longing for connection

In your pores I plugged in

to draw strength from your imperfection

and power pointless grin

 

Blow your circuit dawn

Look for the switch

in your box under lawn

To turn you back on pitch

 

You complete me

if only for a minute

You defeat me

If only I could win it

You long for what daddy never gave

So I say that I love you Lass

you writhe wriggle and rave

Lost in the illusion of our hulking mass