Monday, March 24, 2014

Your Ashes Will Not Be Spread


Your ashes will not be spread
at a secret reef
Someone else knew about it
No secret
No love
Forced to fall for a fall guy
Because evil lived
in your home, your heart
Battered by a blackhearted dwarf

A presence, any presence
Would have been welcomed
by you and you did

May-December fucking affair
You said you first fell in love with him
on the month you got married
to the dwarf who raped you and
beat you up for two score and three
Apropos

How can seven be fleeting?
How can nothing not happened?
You said you lacked not for chances
To give yourself to him
And you wanted to

Maybe you did not
Maybe you lie
Your fake confession
Makes me want to die

Of all the! What the!
Shit happens
You say no regrets
No regret for shit

You idealize, you romanticize
Affection for your peon, your pain
Shameless ambitious dumbass fuck
Exploiter of a bleeding heart
What else bled?
Quick to the draw
On the chances alone
Just him and you

Cheapened class is worse than cheap
Led to the fuck slaughter like sheep
He made you feel good
Ice cream does the same
And it doesn’t sweat like a stuck pig
Sty living in a bunkhouse
With other hired hands
Sleeping with a servant
Shit again
Have you no pride?

Your children will be so proud of you
Fucking a semi-literate trash
Skin blacked by sun and soot
You went slumming
And enjoyed it
You even fell in love, you said
Shameless.
Desperate.
Dumb.

He went away to save you?
Offering protection and love?
No. He went away
scared to get caught
and killed like the dog he was
Going away for love is permanent
He came back to get drunk
With his buddies during parties
Idealize that selfless honorable shit!
Shit is shit
A fuck is a fuck

You asked me to spread your ashes
on the spot where you added
your tears to the sea
I would have
Even if I puked as I did it
Smelling ugly simian lust 
in this place

But what if I die first?
I will not make requests
for dumping
Just burn me
and keep the fire burning
Until not even ashes remain.

Saturday, March 1, 2014

Boredom and a Broken Heart

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Boredom and a broken heart
the most lethal of combos
Ennui its opposite
Want and wanting more
Not even a lot
Love lies bleeding in public
Heart in sleeveless tattooed arm
Stories to tell of pasts
Dug up and dug up and bared
Lies and games head up shoot down
Mean mister bastard petty and pretty
She does you no good, what a pity
Deception recognition
She is good, you are bad
Girls love bad boys, tough boys
Pure and selfless shit more lies
Slum high society two-in-one coffee
Flirtation with dirt-cheap sanctity
Sex in the city of green stones, black hearts
I am bored
I want to die
The death of a thousand cuts
Glass on chest crawl the snake
That you are worthless piece of shit
Boring, who wants to hear tales
Of broken hearts when broken heads
Are more interesting?
Now we are talking