bread, meat

sky like no sky,
late winter,
all objects without shadows

all shadows
deep underground

walk further north to where
the totems no longer
hold magic

stand to one side and
watch the babies starve

watch the mothers try to
keep them alive with religion

hatred is easy

it’s the trick of aiming
that takes time

to kill your own kind
is a mercy, to kill those
above you a crime

consider who it was
that made these rules

cut them open to see
what makes them tick

put the pieces back
together in a better way
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manifest destiny

joy of forgiveness vs.
joy of fucking

should come as no surprise here
that i’m a whore

should be nothing shocking
that all of us are powerless

you gotta pay those bills

you gotta eat those babies

no one rules the world w/out
the devil’s fist up their ass
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Speed

It was the needle, yes, it
was the need, but also the
dream of hands filled with
pure sunlight reaching out to
hold you, reaching out for
the weight of your breasts,
just another simple act of
drowning, and it was only once,
was only twice, was only june,
july, august, september, the
days suddenly cold, my eyes
filled with ground glass,
heart pounding, phone ringing
for days on end with no one
answering it, and i remember
you were seventeen, then
eighteen, remember you were
laughing and then gone.

 

 

am a single father of 2, b. 1968, a believer in writing as catharsis and opposed to all organized religions and schools of poetry. recent colelctions include FAMINE and ASH WILDERNESS. myspace blog is myspace.com/bleedinghorsedenied