Lamron Efil

dismember the concepts in valleys of unrest set norm of forgotten line of sight vision sights are surreal in abstract light sound of soiled years in confusion elapsed time cherry wood-worked mind maturing sin, a disease of nation application hardware stand still destruction Tuesday afternoon appointment Hating the looks of genetic makeup casual violence deed done relapse synapse studio apartment penthouse playhouse yuppie bimbo make-believe with perfect score SAT Brexit, stage left… must you leave so soon? In a rush Irish? morning traffic Russian ants on paved trail army of disembodied disciples voyeur Templars of diamond age destiny wholly opinionated … Continue reading Lamron Efil

worm

immobile artifice immoral statuary of curled lips ponderous predilections hammer gamma rays into collar-bone shards of lust and fallacy, phallus shaped skiffs upon stream of consciousness running toward empty seas of tomorrow buy yesterday to change the way you dress and advertise lies you should think upon all that is said and read red doesn’t always mean blood hounds on scent of peonies in the garden behind your house where you buried past and the next door neighbor nobody knows trouble you’ve seen just like the song keeps playing on every station based in this town you keep living like … Continue reading worm

Quid Pro Quo

Quid pro quo Clarice.  The money is gone up your nose. Pip pop tip-top running rabid sideways on the sidewalks singing kill kill kill the poor along with Biafra. Paint them taking tainted terror and feeding the pretty demons.  Gift the shift of religion to the little lambs you are recounting the sordid legend of political Zelda for.  See the whites of their eyes and frown down upon the frailty.  My finger gun blasts a hole in your understanding as you sit shaking out the burnings we’re too cowardly to give a name to. Ascertain the relevant odd job backlog … Continue reading Quid Pro Quo

cloven hoof dandies

I’d deign to incarcerate with contempt, this attempt to pry your way back in slippery disposition, you serpentarium denizen all in that oily falsetto, hearken us toward winter’s edge bitter ice tastes of arsenic clove smoke, you cloven hoof dandy dancing those jigs of infantile fancy jackhammer subtlety screaming False. Fake news, fake boobs, fake crews fake shoes, knock off blues raping everything that moves yea, we label you, knave. go on home to your emptiness. after all, it is what you most crave. image courtesy of Pinterest   Continue reading cloven hoof dandies

elemental, hollow.

pageant of ministry your misgivings given to sullen star-clad nonchalant Comings and goings Imprint upon us, this living I do not want what you wear as I no longer care to displace, yours or mine, this distaste, take a masque fitted on face,  misplaced here is no longer safe I can no longer call you home. timeworn tellings, erode, peel story lost its’ appeal cold iron piercing will not heal maniacal raving sounds to my ear as though you are leaving. dear one, hold onto your throne as I extract this fire from bone I am alone. always Always, a … Continue reading elemental, hollow.

quintessence

the curvature of the earth rippled in response to your posture a black sun took a run at my masculine knocking me further into this piecemeal suit plastic and straw armor I use when attempting to combat level after level of your dungeon morass of emotions tossed into bin to recycle become something new subsequent quintessential attempt to hold vortex aluminum foil hat ticker-tape pasteboard facsimile of myself in retrospect little black one, you ponder ways to engage the space in-between the lofty neon peace found at table coffee takes our order sultry dark dark dark silk sustenance grants a … Continue reading quintessence

yeah, you Know

when I first saw you I realized I would not compromise hey you yeah, you know I’m not fooled by your quiet negligence come and eat my bones mend my heart from pieces at my feet let’s get down and dance I wanna remember what it’s like to feel hungry again winter was long and dark I need a little napalm in the morning wild grass fires at night kill my kindness and be cruel show me what it’s like to taste carnal sin come hornet queen and feed on honey sting me where it counts make sure I’m paralyzed … Continue reading yeah, you Know

raw

what do you say in the velvet aftermath? there is distance a kind sort of anger greens so loud they turn blue in sound of gone baby gone and hey, it’s hanging on that sometimes hurts most wrapped in barbed wire harder to work free when tangled entangled as two atoms can be knowing everything about the other remaining a universe apart gate is there; it’s just infinitesimally small stand better chances of burning in rain vice is worn spite turns to regret for the painful refrains falling upstream quelling capture worship frail release, wounds will not fester when the … Continue reading raw

Ashen tones

cold bones of ash brush down hidden in seeds of carbon flesh of daoine sídhe commend both sides with grief it’s flowing down running around madmen on toadstools squawking of sound many moons to see poison was free move on down into valley maple, rust phoenixes of dust have come upon thee, naught be here now come on down death moves quietly evening nightshade no wheat to sow nor corn to grow just bones in ash ashen tones seeded in carbon no more disease just nothing now, bereft empty seasons of greystone snow all journeyed onto great halls below o … Continue reading Ashen tones

recrudesce(man I hope it’s a yes)

tempest, less zest to address I confess there are these things I need to purge from my chest to keep my heart hammering for one more go. Maybe paperless… I was prescribed chess to deal with stress I became angry ’cause all I want is a win quintessence, my twin regardless, I feel better than him.  I killed him. With liquor and drugs bone harmony and thugs distress? yes, but I digress from the story I was telling before this mess marginal, looking in my own reflection hate that grin, it’s sin in the end that drives me although I … Continue reading recrudesce(man I hope it’s a yes)