a rant and a rave and the demons you stave

got your eyeballs on a skewer
slinking down the alleyways
laughter bouncing round the sewers
echoes skitter cross the days
tapping on your shoulder
in an empty place
the minotaur is bored
waiting in the maze

-

dancing in the scope
tugging at your tacky sheets
whispers grip your neck
a dull but angry beast
carving in a smile
when it fades away
pupils going white
on the asshole plane

-

come serpent and saint
come hither
come slither
lets get the band back together

boring ghost/misc.

dear antichrist in chrome
the world ends with a yawn
death wears mom jeans
in an empty mall

=
a circle of salt
and ash 'round the bed
keeps the demons
out of your head

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the mirror won't look back at me
my chalk outline has drawn itself
my shadow has seemed to have wandered off
to follow someone else
a boring ghost
with nothing to haunt
and no reason to stay
staring blankly at the clouds
until they take me away

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the soot of the years
a black foam in my veins
gravel in my blood
fingertips rusting over
bracing for the flood
Ribcage ashtray
full of butts and chewed gum

coerce oblivion
onto your lap
and smash it's head in
kitty kat

apocalypse wallflower

the house it burns itself down
builds itself up
burns itself down again
from ashes to diamonds
and in reverse
forever cursed

-

my shadow likes its place now
and i dare not to move
an apocalypse wallflower
pouting in a corner
the only one not dancing
when the earth froze over
stuck in a pose
forever

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a lump of coal where your heart should be
an angel impaled on a pine tree
merry xmas to me.

Waif Pinned By The Wrists and Other Games OR How I Learned To Bomb Love and Stop The Worrying

nice and warm
a daydream chloroformed
snuggle up to the worm
a styrofoam headstone
creaking in the wind
the house it moans
it wants me out
but i never
fucking
listen

do not read OLD SHIT

ill cut you

salvage what you can
blow my black lungs up
maybe they still float
release them like balloons
into the atmosphere
choke the vomit back
hack up another casual laugh
hearts on fire sale
dont release your grip
sleeping soundly in a whale

cut a perfect circle in my skull
pills on slow release
let the smile creep up
you're gonna have to kill me 1st
shake the baby
to a happy song
grit and grind your grimy teeth at the sun

cut a perfect circle in the sky
comets are the tears
of the galaxy
black hole sized
dilated eyes
i fall in gladly

cut a perfect hole in me
i won't put up a fight
beautiful nonsense
will keep me alive

civil serpent

civil servant
simple serpent
lets destroy something perfect
if we can find it

beat it back in me
lest i forgot
back to the wreckage
stabbed with a barbie's arm
faces melted
into the carpet
sealed with honey

babaloooooooooooo

i haven't the heart
so that's a start
i haven't a soul
so that's pretty cool
i haven't the words
so today you're spared
i haven't a clue
but neither do you
i haven't the heart
to tell you
i...

hush little baby

if that mockingbird don't sing
i'll give it a good strangling
and if that witch
that witch won't burn
impale her with an icicle
and if our bed of nails rusts
i'll fuck you in the angel dust
and if that sun
that sun don't rise
i will not be surprised

if the sun, the sun dont rise
i win

white bicycles

white bicycles leave chemtrails
across the sky
i follow blindly
is there any other way?

white tigers scratch their track marks
all over my arms
the men in white and men in black
are fighting to take me away
away
away

carne

ground meat in the concrete
laughing in the dark
sleeping with the fishes
but dreaming with the stars
drag the river
for my heart

Welcome

I'm a writer.

I write rants, not poetry.

I acknowledge my debt to Thom Yorke and Morrissey.

Enjoy.