revive the literati
under the parking light
sitting in the back of a pickup truck
the ships graze the shelf with lights flashing
trying to find the shore in the night
the explosion in the water a mini fireball
from the tailgate, epiphanies dancing in the flames
the moments motivate the movement
introspection hand in hand progressing
animalistic instincts contaminating rationale
clothing shrugged off
as her nails dig into the skin, drawing blood
a moan mistaken for a sigh
hands slipping around the throat, thumbs held down
vacancy in the eyes as the night oil burns
his eyes roll back, black goes his face
knock knock his head into the bed
sighs sighs escape during climax
gasp gasp realizing there's only one pulse
drag drag the body to the boat
driving away without looking back
ten years have weathered the face
and every year on the perfect day
the visitation rights are lifted for you
to say sorry to the man you broke
watching the shores late at night for boats
without the concern of offices calling
time to spend alone
celebacy, the only way psychiatry will help
because the world's not over, no
you need some resolution
for the problems you caused, old
seeking consultation
from a trauma that won't grow cold
prescribed pharmacueticals
only offer moments alone
to dwindle under
the murmuring of his ghost
he only wants recognition
from the woman that he once loved
before she mistakenly
closes her eyes to an overdose
dig dig palms into sockets
wipe wipe away the falling tears
kiss kiss the same love letter
toss toss it into the sea
driving away without looking back
events ten years prior won't fade, love.
my mortician, my friend, my lover, my lawyer
Peeled off the metal and seat,
the Jaws removing pieces of your flesh,
but the heaven's parted
and an angel fell to kiss your lips.
Tortured with the reality of living dead.
At the hospital,
you get no visitors at all.
She visits him while you're asleep.
Comatose; you don't know
she's sleeping around in a paper gown.
Running through the hall, stopping,
that looks a lot like her
behind that recycled curtain.
Rising and falling,
as a heart seizes in the doorframe.
Distant voices bark orders,
while relatives scream behind the pane.
Her hands on the cadaver two beds over.
Beat dropping while her climax builds,
calling her your burden
will not bring her out of their grasps.
Champagne bottles pop when they laugh,
your body resting on a steel table,
incisions made, no discoveries found.
The mortician loves your blue eyes,
she'll kiss your lips
after the doors are locked.
No one can save you from the violation.
And full circle looks more like a noose
from the end your choking on.
sitting in the back of a pickup truck
the ships graze the shelf with lights flashing
trying to find the shore in the night
the explosion in the water a mini fireball
from the tailgate, epiphanies dancing in the flames
the moments motivate the movement
introspection hand in hand progressing
animalistic instincts contaminating rationale
clothing shrugged off
as her nails dig into the skin, drawing blood
a moan mistaken for a sigh
hands slipping around the throat, thumbs held down
vacancy in the eyes as the night oil burns
his eyes roll back, black goes his face
knock knock his head into the bed
sighs sighs escape during climax
gasp gasp realizing there's only one pulse
drag drag the body to the boat
driving away without looking back
ten years have weathered the face
and every year on the perfect day
the visitation rights are lifted for you
to say sorry to the man you broke
watching the shores late at night for boats
without the concern of offices calling
time to spend alone
celebacy, the only way psychiatry will help
because the world's not over, no
you need some resolution
for the problems you caused, old
seeking consultation
from a trauma that won't grow cold
prescribed pharmacueticals
only offer moments alone
to dwindle under
the murmuring of his ghost
he only wants recognition
from the woman that he once loved
before she mistakenly
closes her eyes to an overdose
dig dig palms into sockets
wipe wipe away the falling tears
kiss kiss the same love letter
toss toss it into the sea
driving away without looking back
events ten years prior won't fade, love.
my mortician, my friend, my lover, my lawyer
Peeled off the metal and seat,
the Jaws removing pieces of your flesh,
but the heaven's parted
and an angel fell to kiss your lips.
Tortured with the reality of living dead.
At the hospital,
you get no visitors at all.
She visits him while you're asleep.
Comatose; you don't know
she's sleeping around in a paper gown.
Running through the hall, stopping,
that looks a lot like her
behind that recycled curtain.
Rising and falling,
as a heart seizes in the doorframe.
Distant voices bark orders,
while relatives scream behind the pane.
Her hands on the cadaver two beds over.
Beat dropping while her climax builds,
calling her your burden
will not bring her out of their grasps.
Champagne bottles pop when they laugh,
your body resting on a steel table,
incisions made, no discoveries found.
The mortician loves your blue eyes,
she'll kiss your lips
after the doors are locked.
No one can save you from the violation.
And full circle looks more like a noose
from the end your choking on.