The Darkened Filth Collage

This impending doom
That shakes these wintering brain pulses
To create time splinters
Through heavy sharp cheekbones that slice
Every pinnacle of eye pus
Leaking through surges of upheld darkened light.
Powerhouse
Pull it through the pill that shines
Straight through realities lies.
The one that calls is the insane paradigm that pulses in the hole
Of the whole of sounds
that keeps on beating
against the shiny metallic dripping wall chambers.

New lines pulse at the dead of night filling me up
With immeasurable amounts of sterile energy that rings in
My kinky slick sweaty smiley potholes
Frothing at the mouth of my steel tin dragon.
Noise that encumbers the leaves fills me up with dread
Or a vast string of vanishing mumbles that spirals
Down the experiments tongue.
Typing so furiously
I sit and breathe through my eyes and through
These plastic keyboards numbers, letters, and the tips of my
white/pink/starchy fingers.
Lifting, I am lifting off without screens
and rules.
No dunes rise
as Japanese language zooms past my eardrums
Don’t need to explain
As down drop fuchsia splits
And claps force its way into my gasping brain.

More mellow harmonies
Straight shooter
Y’s all the way as slippery matter water
Verbalizes
Through the computer screen.
Guitar strings and one female voice, deep, and trying
To be deep, but stumbling past all extremities
To fit into one extreme.
Baking slower and slower
Ignoring all the heart-felt rhythms.
Right you are
Fighting the tune, tone, and vocal chords
Straining to see through the smoke
Curling out of your tobacco stained lips.
Charcoal cherry washed teeth stare back at me in this misty club
Dark and hazy
Helping the need
To be something it’s not
But everything counts on the detailed piano
Keys twinkling and scheming about
Around the black laced fingerless gloves you are wearing right now.
Mind whooshing faster than stiff fingers can move
And glide across the break in the page
All grey and soot
All liquor and brandy
All brass and glass
Little girl
Don’t falter
I know you’re acting older
Just to please the masses
In this dimly lit bar.

How do I start but to say
I will stay
With you forever
Though I am stuck here in my decapitating house
Of splinters and mud.
A scarecrow haunting my yard
As words get pressed, delicately, between my horrible greedy fingers.
Keep goodbyes short
As I snort
Up all the heat and smoke
That comes from my chimney.
This is where I roast fresh souls
To mix in with my soup
Of dead animals and rotten fruit.
I will stay with you forever.
Just know one thing
I am not what you’re expecting
At all.
So don’t be turned off
If what you see
Is not what you want.

Caught in a mood
Of witches curses
Drunk by keen leaders
Swaggering down the hall
During midnight.
Still stood frightened lyrics
Fire creeping up the leg of time
As the clock burns
Melting plastic and stained glass.
Stuck, swept together
With fun glue, all red and sticky.
Wrinkles scrape the impending laughter
Heard from miles and miles away.
Chuckling, the devil smiles
With his leather knee boots and black velvet vest
Button sewn from the eyeballs of innocent children
Taken
While they’re asleep
In their terry-cloth beds.
Wake to the joyful music jumble
Not quite sarcastic enough for my taste,
But entertaining as HELL.
From where do their cries linger?
In the dreams of ripped cloth dolls
Grinning in the slipping goose bumps.
Not making sense
Another crumbling mountain
Made of sawdust invading foreign countries
Bombing towns made of playthings
Not used to all this darkness
But creeping ever so slowly.
The longing to last through
The finished story
Undone
My nosed stuck on elbows stuck on sofas
Crazy screams change in mid-sentence
And bumbling charismatic
Unique one-page psyched out deranged bullies
Sweep creepy sounds away.

Getting the going
Stuck between bloody wood
Shelled from these splinters
Stuck in my mouth
Dripping
Dripping
Dripping
On the floor.
Convincing the fuzzy shape in the mirror that
It’s me, and not you, that appears.
What’s to become
Of the monster inside?
When all that is vanquished vanishes and sucks in sharp edges.
Breathe deep, funnel the truth, steady between clamped jaws
Pressured to explode under the cold pierce of a stagnant needle
Pressed against your neck
Licking the sweat
Slicing the rest into baked unleavened bread.
Last page to worry, not fret
Or regret writing these flagrant slamming unhealthy letters
As they burn brown and black
Charred past the breaking point.