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1. No title-
I’ve been trying to fill the void
I throw money at the lonely and it winks, spreading it’s legs
I bring love to suffocate under my tongue
They lie, dissolving
Syrupy sickness the child chokes on
Is a richness only I see fit for my echoing nothingness
I am the an open closet door
Haunting even the sweet of your rest
Nothing to let the following go forth without holding you down
Do you understand how I hold your chin like the willingness to relinquish all control
The lose of myself is the treat I gorge ob
Glow into my organs the red light of blood
Good morning and good night for my favorite love
The evening that does not come
2. Bald Poet-
the random sequence of my words
the satisfaction of an artist
Paint me red but never been a lipstick lady
To kiss the devil handsome and pressed against
No
Never the artist died by the bleed out of
Admiration,
Only a slow weening presence
Before the decline of a sadness placed in my jingling pockets
A mirror placed in front
Heavy lopsided swaying with my shaved head
What else is there to see
I ask again and again
3. This is about death-
A gesture of come home sprouts up my throat
The tragic angel calls into the wind
Asks of me to hold the shadowed embrace of cold forgetting
I nod away the worries of a lifetime placed on my hands without asking
then,
lift myself into all that is waiting
4. I Love No One-
Some nights my bed feels best when only I am in it
It holds me like the lover that does not leave
When I wake up in the morning the only absence is the rush of panic
searching for the warmth of another
no,
peace lays all around
cotton sheets holding the nightmarish parts and shelter of sleep