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Marlboro Man,
soaked with Dom and with scotch,
fiberglass jewels,
on a nicotine watch,

Marlboro Man,
rolling papers to waste,
filters emotions,
to handle their taste,

Marlboro Man,
igniting sparks of charm,
gathers his strength,
to ash out on your arm,

Marlboro Man,
has an ego to stroke,
hiding the fact,
his only substance is smoke,

Marlboro Man,
and his shiny new car,
touches your heart,
to make it gummy with tar,

Marlboro Man,
is a beautiful dancer,
spreading about,
like metastasized cancer.

Heartbeat

My vision stirs as the last breath leaves my chest,
In fear I try to push the crushing weight,
In the Voltaire world where all is for the best,

I try to hope that you are this depressed,
That loneliness may humble out the great,
My vision stirs as the last breath leaves my chest,

It seems I'm now the things I did detest,
Insecure- and a fool who took the bait,
In the Voltaire world where all is for the best,

This noxious pain drains me of my rest,
And bile curdles organs filled with hate,
My vision stirs as the last breath leaves my chest,

The bitter pith remains without the zest,
Sardonic mocking of a future date,
In the Voltaire world where all is for the best,

Despite the ruin some might say I'm blessed,
To have every manner of love just dissipate,
My vision stirs as the last breath leaves my chest,
In the Voltaire world where all is for the best.

5am

Only after a listless night in the dark,
do the muted colors of dawn,
burn like fire across the horizon

Sick

Struggling, stumbling, searching,
searching to find the words,
words with a palpable meaning,
meaning adequate to describe this aching,
aching that compresses organs,
organs filled with acid and bile,
bile sharp and acrid from poor choices,
choices made to cope with the struggling,
struggling, stumbling, searching

Gears

Clockwork Soldier,
Standing tall and forged of lead and tin,
Growing older,
Paintjob running down as rust sets in,
Caring Master,
Every time he works he takes a part,
Stripping values,
To keep the pieces ticking in your heart,
Cosmic Dreamer
Clinging to paint chips, exhaust fumes, and lead,
Stauching heartache,
If I can't have you- there's this instead.

Pariah

Wandering the sultry path,
Not even a year,
With thoughts as muddled
as the bleary horizon line,

How curious it is to encounter,
The King of the land I left,
Himself, a pariah.

Lost One

Heaven won't claim my Opium Angel,
He's a man who lost his soul,
The darkness festers in his sadness,
And he plunges in the hole,

Heaven won't claim my Opium Angel,
Though he's knocked out on the floor,
Cosmic workings covet his anguish,
He is doomed to suffer more,

Heaven won't claim my Opium Angel,
He stands waiting- gaunt and slim,
Defeat engulfs his awkward posture,
As he courses whim to whim,

I beg the stars and the Lord, Our Father,
To rid him of his sin,
To bring back the man with eyes of wonder,
Or take him home again.

Organs

If I poured all my blood,
into a crystal decanter,
it would still contain,
the millions of splinters,
that tear my veins like glass.

No pill nor spirit,
no metaphysical dialysis,
could remove them.

No priest nor exorcism,
could expel the poison.

Sweat

I taste you,
the bitterness-
from your flesh or your disposition,
lingers on my tongue,
unable to dissolve,
Insoluble.

It ruins the new fruit,
a Midas-like curse,
your presence.

My only solace is that I know you taste it too.

Ripped

The skin I stitched back on was crude,
A flimsy gauze pressed deep in the wound,
Where sugar-sweetness drew in the worms to chew,

My heart, pan-seared in cast iron,
Brown butter and the fat rendered through,
A familiar smell, but noticed by few,

Awakened with nails in the flesh of my throat,
Begging me to catch a breath or two,
With watery eyes I try to,

The strongest trees must sow deep roots,
The axeman comes forth sharp and true,
To undo, undo, undo,

The mask is cracked in the vermeil way,
It shows in the faintest glimmer or hue,
Seething blood and hatred of you,

A swan song would imply there was a man left,
But the savior knows that's gone too.

Axis Mundii

A sullen mountain of dusty dreams

protects your Aquarian heart

from the feel of the cold, raw earth

I'm waiting for you

at the top of the pillar-

the celestial zenith

The Axis Mundii

standing with the records of the universe

all there is, was, will be

yet,

it is merely trivial to you

your heartache takes precedence 

over the entirety of the cosmos

the Frivolity of Man

is nothing to your day-to-day

waiting

I'm at

The Axis Mundii

to you, something blue

Vishnu

a God in your eyes alone

your hopeless mortal existence

something betwixt the Earth and the Spirit.

Ivy League Lover

The sun is setting,
In that haunted place,
And the coasts of New England,
Reflect on his face,

Elegantly arrayed- eloquently conveyed,
A myriad of mystery this man has purveyed,
The frigid wind and water has brayed,
But the man of New England has ceased to fade,

Colonialism in stone and stitch,
The ancient burning of the witch,
The aching yearn- carnal twitch,
And academia as his niche,

His heart pounding, but his blood won't clot,
It reveals the signs of his secret plot,
To enamor the one he unwittingly sought,
And demonstrate the power he wrought,

The sun is rising,
On the distant shore,
And I look to the north,
Eager for more

Mediumship

The chill
morose
drumming
from the heart of Africa.
Where
Man-first saw his ghosts
refined
but not Brilliant-Cut
pounding with muffled restraints, voices
murmurs screams and whispers
Man- attuned to their wallowing
wailing pain and bloodshed


The Happy

are Soft-spoken

They find,
a Medium, who can hear them.

The Haunting

Turbulent manse,
Self-destructive beauty,
Corrupted youth's spell,
Wavers in a fish-eye lens,
We're all missing,
Some of us dead,
Ebbed away
Terror-Horror-Humor-Humanity,
Insanity,
Loving the lonely,
Trickery,
Twirling,
Only slight jabs from the past,
Lay to rest on the mantle,
Continues the climb,
Crazed


The woman is hiding behind the curtain.

Demonology

The rose-colored glasses are off,
The world is hopeless and gray,
The shadows sleep for naught,
They drag me back to the day,

The man who claims to be me,
Is up to something strange,
Engrossed in marvel and awe,
This world made him deranged,

The rose-colored glasses are off,
This world is nothing but hell,
I'm coasting towards a knife,
To break this carnal shell

Rainy Day Reverie

I never knew a human to so quickly attune,
To capture up my being and distract me from the moon,
To grab hold of my essence like it's not a distant star,
And exert a manic influence out of my reach- afar,

I never knew a bond so intricate and deep,
To turn such feeble memories to something I should keep,
To make its presence known with a brand upon my mind,
And question the intention of the feelings left behind,

I never knew a yearning that would dig claws in my soul,
To leave me with desire to become noble and whole,
To linger in my actions, and leave me to take flight,
And cause such haunting restlessness in the middle of the night,

I never knew a sky of gray could be a sky of blue,
I never trusted feelings- for how can they be true?
I never knew, I never knew,
The things that hide inside of you.

Taurus

Your hazel eyes and their secret hue...
Are they green?
Are they blue?

A musician's notions unforeseen...
Senses quiet,
Senses keen,

Enraptured and I can't deny it...
Heartstrings willing,
Heartstrings riot,

Stirring and dreaming- all too thrilling...
Thoughts are luring,
Thoughts are drilling,

Throughout it all, ever-enduring,
All tranquil,
All assuring.

Practice

Alabaster ancient aimless arrows,
Black blood boils like bourbon,
Caustic cynicism collects like cinders,
Double-blind duplicity deterring dangerous demons,
Enticing empathetic, enigmatic, elusive enemy,
Forever forlorn for fading future fallen fantasy,
Gratuitous generosity glows upon glowering gentlemen,
Hedonistic heathen's heartstrings hang in hell,
Intelligence is increasingly idiosyncratic in individuals,
Jarring justification for juxtaposition of justice and jealousy
Knowing knives and knots kill kindly,
Lackluster, lustful, longing, lonely, loving lyrics,
Meandering muted men- meaninglessly meek and mild,
Notoriously nostalgic, naive, nonsensical, never-ending, and needy,
Obstinately obnoxious odius ogres,
Predictable pretentious people provoke presumptions of promiscuity and pained plainness,
Quell quixotic quests from quivering queens,
Rancorously retching repugnant rhymes and reasoning,
Stupid souls stuck in something simple sends me seething!
Treacherous tyranny turns to tempest tears,
Unusually ubiquitous user- uncanny, uneasy,
Voraciously vicarious, venting vulgar voyeurism,
Weary writing women wrecking woeful wanderlust,
Xylophaging xyrographic Xanadu,
Yells for yearning yearly,
Zealous zen zeitgeist.

Elegy for your Baby

Breaking down- that's something I can't do,
Or won't do- rather, not to you,
I've got to keep my cool composure,
I burned my heart, over-exposure,
Through lackluster love- I saw the chance,
To execute a darker dance,
To be myself, your child died,
And I'm the thing that dwells inside,
Welcome me with open arms,
Entranced by spells, old tomes, and charms,
This is it I'm here to stay,
My heartlessness won't go away,
So pin me down in darkest night,
I'll show you wrong can be so right.

Hope Beyond The Commodore

(Finally another inspiration big enough for a villanelle!)

Hope Beyond The Commodore:

Of all the foolish hearts I could forsake,
Yours' is something wholesome I can see,
And I question the world and the things the Creator can make,

At first my mindset is absent- a flake,
But the colors of your eyes still glimpse at me,
Of all the foolish hearts I could forsake,

In time you'll see that heartstrings pulled are fake,
I'm a marionette who can utter a "Blessed Be",
And I question the world and the things the Creator can make,

This fleeting feeling like a phantom on a lake,
Something upon which scholars can't agree,
Of all the foolish hearts I could forsake,

Each subtle thought you give, you bet I'll take,
Intricately blended, to steep like tea,
And I question the world and the things the Creator can make,

It pains me to see another heart could break,
But you're much too charming to dispel my fantasy,
Of all the foolish hearts I could forsake,
And I question the world and the things the Creator can make...