January 2010
3 posts
Diction
this city’s a curse. foul and vile, rotting. decaying and bleeding into the gutters. clogging the life and draining the essence of the place we call home. for too long have these streets cried and moaned. calling out to the naked ear. for too long has the wind howled and screamed for solace. for too long have the wealthy grinned and the wicked reaped. fancy the fire while it still burns....
Bloodletting
The more you give the more I take. Slowly but steadily I drink as you awake. Come now precious, I call to thee, lend me your hands, your heart and see. I promise I’ll be gentle, I’ll never bite. For days I’ve longed to taste your spite. Don’t sell yourself, ‘Cause I won’t buy. I’ll still spy with my evil eye. For you quenched my thirst through your wicked...
Wormwood
How distant the blue wind now shamed, howls into the calling night screaming for malice and anger to confide in a sacred soul. now the blood flows free from thy bleeding neck while the cats in the cold stare like mannequins into your core. A broken branch, dripping temptation, for all who hunger for betrayal and deceit. taste the turpentine while she burns the water of the wine to quench the...