Everly’s Truth
Breaking, bleeding, clotting
in a sickly growth
The little boy cries over spilled milk
scared of what is formed
in the filmy white mess
bubbles burst
the future distressed
a time of toil and need
no happiness in sight
just bleak grey outlines the night
Storms come frequently
harbingers of death
icy hand that burns on contact
like battery acid with a hint of mint
The child cries
loud and long into the night
until that little cut
finally takes him
the creeping growth entrenched in the air
slowly killing
maligning even the sunshine
so no smiles break
in this miserable world
where trees’ reminders
are ash and smoke
and flowers are a hope
This is Everly
home of lost souls
or home to the living slowly dying
no one sees the truth anymore
no one wants too
they all strive to believe
the pretty facade we put on in our world
lovely this gorgeous that
which all melts away
like sugar in the rain
This is Everly
where little boys’ cries go unnoticed
and milk can kill
for innocence is no longer a virtue
just a ticket for death
on a one way trip to hell.
Burning the Caterpillar
A pupa in the cocoon
are we
all one hundred emotions of me
From the sun’s warm delight
Covered over like
a storm’s angry day
A change in my stale air
one of promise
mostly of death
Struggling and Writhing to be free
of these machinations
these chains of emotions
that break before me
Standing and metamorphosed
Subjected by the disgust, the fear of the world
I fly to the sky
hoping to find peace
for completion
only to find the lightning swift
Knock me to the soil
ten feet under
buried with my troubles
again in a cocoon
as if I had a purpose or not.
Shaken rattle Broken needle
baby cried to sleep last night
mother shot herself up
too dazed to hear
didn’t care
about the other part of herself
hedonism resigned
baby cried for one last time last night
mother went insane
incessant noise and a bad hit
drove her to the brink
screamed for quiet
got a wail back
pounded baby’s back
till all was quiet
than went to sleep
woke up only to scream
blood everywhere
stained the sheets
hands at least clean
as she dials the number
to cleanup
and hide little baby
who cried at night
in a trashbag it goes
headed for a fire can
to hide all
“someone took my baby”
where did she go
play dumb when the cops arrive
no trip for a while
the cries are back
always in her head
needle will help
large hit
to forget this shit
overload on body
baby’s last revenge
for always crying
for the simple things
food, cleanliness, love
instead abandoned
to be dead
but the crying continues
inside the neighbors’ heads
Ball reservoir, restored
Constant in motion
forever in state
as though a statue crying to fate
to end this poor soul’s work
and give some piece
so there weary feet
may rest in a pool of salt
surrounded by pillars of malachite
and little clouds of steam
to mellow and relax
and dream of things never to be,
please don’t move me.
Keep this stone guardian where he is
lonely in his world
focused on work
no friends to call home
Family is gone
so what shall be done
when you grant your pardon
and again in the realm I wonder
a piece of stone against flesh
you took my humanity
and let the work
bleach my emotions
now dead like dry bone
carve me a pedestal
so I may
look to what I once was
and weep in a silent way
surrounded by water
forever a spectacle
as the walkers pass by
and I receive my rest
plus a shred of humanity
hidden within the cold shell’s eye
A sparkle, a twinkle
of what could be
in the next generation
on the way from Junction 43.
Fan #535
Screened by desire
hate
lust
all are one
a must
let me see you
flash a light
and I’ll be near
let me smell your hair
touch your knuckle
graze your lobe
damn it
let me in
don’t be afraid
my love will protect
shower
from those who fear
love so pure
so strong
we were meant to be one
love me is all I ask
meet me once
and know
as I do
I dream for you
about
to
we have a link
bond
you and I
are one
interlocked
interlaced
I can’t be without you
the sweet, tangy pansy
taste of your mouth
lovely tinted eyes with orange peels
dancing about
how I long to massage my hands into your neck
holding on
as a lilacs pass out for the last time
their petals wilted
purple lips like a lilac
full and pouty
in an angry stance
limp like a doll
love me dammit
I don’t want to hurt you
but force me you will
only for you to see
recognize
the strength of love
our commitment
dream
of future
of us
you
limp on the floor
orange fading to brown
little doll in my arms
hoe I love you so
hold on tight
with limpid eyes and dead arms
Lunar Cattilion of the Debutante Ball
Faeries are crying
sniffling into the night air
trumpets moan in the starcrusted light
where is the moon princess
no longer dancing
ruby laughter enclosed in a box put away
in the utter darkness
not even the night
Sprites tears fall to become
midnight dew
all over the garden
Starmist falls
and the faeries remember
all the past times
where a ball occurred
and a smile begets upon many a face
to cherish
to hold
to move on, is what is needed
for starmist
and moondew no matter how sweet
can make the dead dance
nor time repeat