You're gonna come down in sheets And I'm gonna take it Because I need it It's a reluctant pummeling It's a rejoice with a relapse Sick gray daze hazes of rain beating me, bathing me scathing frigidity drifting over me I measure in inches what you've given gathered sand to keep you at bay and pray for more I've raided stores And boarded up for your arrival Come to me Flood my streets I'm gonna curse And vow to sleep through it all but I'll admit, I am enthralled watching and waiting for the onslaught peeking through curtains watching puddles turn to lakes turn to seas of all that we need and I will squeal "Please let up." And it will pound on until it's done. You could always get more than you can handle and be grateful for it.
Rainstorming
Shearing Skin
I am a paler blue than you are used to
Jackson Pollock Dinty Moore Fetal Position
The Red Hours
Vines
I want to be smothered in blackberry and ivy in the inebriated drips of this honey thick heat,
Every barbed tendril puncturing my stifled body,
Oozing my sticky-sweet juice, slathering your whole.
Cover my all, take me in!
It seems all I ever learnt of love is how to succumb.
Reverb
for hours after it reverberates, adrenaline shaking me delirious like holy spirit epileptic manifestations in the aisles of your rhythmic temple romantically cleansed in the murkiest of baptisms you sing,
and it carves me hollow, scraped clean, empty,
guts and seeds, stripped bare to the rind and lit up smiling every note standing hairs on end till I’m a forest lost in the bewildering wilderness you croon these heart wrenching choral confessions that unfurl in wooden ribbons from your oaken diaphragm roots, rising up and out, scratching and grabbing air growing into every open ear, holding attention boa tight your gnarling lyric branches weaving through every orifice choking the sun with sweet darkness just keep me captive tethered and chained to your next word, my lungs asphyxiating in the black ink lagoon you’ve spelled your lines and measures with I’ve got it bad, this malady of your ballads I want to manifest all your everythings tie myself in strings and set myself between your knees the devil will believe me I want to zip the flesh down from my neck peel back my ribs and beg for another hit your bow, in viscera slicing strokes each horse hair cut, gut weeping enchantments you play and we offer blood I’m not sure who’s sacrificing but I’ll give anything for more there is no coming back to real life after this this narcotic need to feed on more scores
Seasonally Affected
The doors are closing.
A slit of light remains;
mere moments until
it rains.
Then,
I will hear the loud clap
of locks
me, shocked in stocks
imprisoned
picking at my own skin
for ink
hatching marks
scratching in the dark
mumbling refrains.
Blood fills the tank
Flood in the dank
chambers
drowning in my own
gurgled breath.
Only the rope
with the noose
holds the truth
if I want to escape
me.
The first robins’ egg
will dry it up,
no giving up
when the sun
shines once more.
The door will swing wide,
I’ll step outside,
squinting, weak
and likely unfit for release.
Mellowfluous
On days like these
ink creeps down the confessing page
rain slides down the windows
and blood weeps slow through my polar veins
the coffee perks and drips in sync
and someday soon
all these liquids will efface
amalgamize in a swirl in the palm of my hand
and I will smear them down my sullen face
Maritime Melancholy
Deep Autumn Waltz
There’s a madness blowing in the wind
A kind of sadness forcing it’s way in
A single note striking again… and again… and again
There’s a darkness that smears down sky’s walls
A dreary smirchness in ev’ry leaf’s fall
And the settling house, creaking calls… and calls… and calls
There’s a haziness from the farmer’s burned brush
set to drown from the oncoming drizzly gush
And the scarecrow has no choice but stay hush, hush, hush.
Get ready for a long weary shade,
a blanket cloaked in ashen frigid gray,
wrapped around us and bound with rusty chains
Good morning, Dark Stalker
Sangrinora
Start with the ragged fleck of skin from my slender finger pulling slowly, like a runner root Let the fresh air be introduced to dermis wet with it’s raw awakening Shuck me like an onion shedding layers and forcing bleary tears .
Disrobe my entirety, freeing me from the suit of my bearing divorce the connective tissue My fluids and nectarous pith
are ripe like summer’s last plum Get at that rind like a kid on Christmas morn for I can sense how great your thirst .
Cup that sanguinal fluid, wring each limb thoroughly
careful not to spill a drop. Feel my plasmatic liquor soak your every last cell Juice it dry, so you can preserve and later savor that which deserves to be kept in a bottle
Thee Olde Ruddy Myst
Scab Chewer
How many have sinned, how big is the prison?
Carniveralore
Spectral Wisp
Ornithology
He brings her, featherless to the nest and dines on blood and thigh and breast And in the currents of ocean, dark he lifted a single thread from it’s stark, a silken ribbon to weave among the twigs and moss and bones, his throne, a trophy case a resting place and her beak tossed among the downy pile the aftermath of a hungry night.