That crow was the first living animal I'd seen. That goddamn crow. Flying high above this scortched Earth. while I sit feeling like bacon. sizzling in gods forsaken skillet. The crow flew, high and by with a ka-kaw taunting me with obscene laughter. I knew what he was saying, "Hey, pitiful man, enjoy your breath cause when its gone and you're dead I will pick your bones clean and you will be forgotten a bleached skeleton resting in the sand and my belly will be full." I took a sip of warm wat...

When you sweat in your sleep on the streets or in the park with your clothes on and don't know where you are. Stubbed toes and hang nails. Rotten eggs and spoiled milk. When you have a dry glass or an empty one, Too much drink and you're legless from whiskey or legless at all. A bug bite you can't scratch and a zit you cant pop. Gum on the soles of your shoes, or a rock stuck in the grooves. When the radio's on and you just missed your favorite song. The old haggard car with one head light no...

There’s a poison creeping And its killing me, A desperate man’s vivid dream. There’s a ghost singing And its calling me, Soothing into endless sleep. This body’s been bled And the human rind lies twisted Dried wrinkled leather Empty hollow, Time’s forgotten murder. There’s the opiate teasing And its tempting me, An anemic man’s iron cuff. There’s a mother superior And she spoils me, Rotting into wicked being. These hands are tired Clenched in fraught eternal prayer Filthy calloused flesh Ruin...

Before you come over, Would you cake mud on your, Face Or maybe put a bag on your head. Cause when I see that you’re clean, I’m like melting ice cream. Dripping to the floor And half of me is wasting. Your skin commends A murderer for his sins. And no one has anything On your flesh nearly combusting. The devil couldn’t get any hotter, If he sweat boiling water. I’d like to thank your mother, And father For putting one inside the other, And nine months later, Birthing a girl that does cater To...

I want my tongue lashings to spill your blood, so it can flow through all these pages and stain them. And your tears to rain through, to wash away the words and leave me with a blank crimson surface, to write a happy ending. I want you to eat my pain, then vomit the emotions you never felt. And the acidic lies to burn away the lips That never spoke the words I wanted to hear. I want my anger to crush you, as it did me. Then break every imperfect bone in your body into perfection. And still ne...

Has what lies behind my eyes become more frightening than anything a television screen could bring? A brain conjuring things unseen and unlike any being. A homeless man anxiously awaiting a warm meal, carelessly tossed in a wastebasket too quickly. A babies screams neighboring it’s tears that flow like acid down his Rosen skin. That skin born into a world ready to experience life, but abandoned by a mother who swims in a pool of chemicals. These chemicals that belong in pipes of another sort....

I want my tongue lashings to spill you blood, so it can flow through all these pages and stain them. And your tears to rain through, to wash away the words and leave me with a blank crimson surface, to write a happy ending. I want you to eat my pain, then vomit the emotions you never felt. And the acidic lies to burn away the lips That never spoke the words I wanted to hear. I want my anger to crush you, as it did me. Then break every imperfect bone in you body into perfection. And still neve...

Feeling like a used liquor bottle. Empty and forgotten. Dressed like a hobo. Gutter runway. Pleasing like a dentists drill. Painfully annoying. Loving like a bear trap. Stuck and fucked. Attractive like a whore house. The sleazy last resort. Athletic like a tortoise. Only in fairy tales. Original like a vacuum. Looks different but always sucks. Comfortable like a jail cell. Options did not apply. Wealthy like a stripper. One dance at a time. Creative like a killer. Its art to a few. Artistic ...

Feeling like a used liquor bottle. Empty and forgotten. Dressed like a hobo. Gutter runway. Pleasing like a dentists drill. Painfully annoying. Loving like a bear trap. Stuck and fucked. Attractive like a whore house. The sleazy last resort. Athletic like a tortoise. Only in fairy tales. Original like a vacuum. Looks different but always sucks. Comfortable like a jail cell. Options did not apply. Wealthy like a stripper. One dance at a time. Creative like a killer. Its art to a few. Eloquent ...

When you have your hands Wrist deep in another mans torso Poetry, Is the last thing you think of. Crimson gloves A feeble attempt to save. My hands cannot stop The wrath of our enemy Or, The calling to god. Hemingway wasn’t present, Nor was my English teacher. Screams And desperate calls for mothers Or spouses. Intermixed with A chorus of murderous gunshots Cracking overhead. Shakespeare would have cowered, Hamlet knew only clean death. Wars chaos Sights and smells of battle, Tangled corpses ...