Relapse

it matters not the sirens

or the finger on the button

seeds of lazy Susan

aroused her perverted killers

a single interaction

collapsed her twists and vines

the pill and the possessor

dragged the symphonic sound

whereby all her teeth blacken

draped in rotten groves

fog cowers in the mirror light

becomes invincible in almost twilight

the pill and the possessor

her lips laced with crowns

it matters not the sirens

the finger saved her life

No More

They cannot see what I do

They cannot feel what I feel

The spectrum of the world keeps spinning

Tumbling, turning, it goes on

No point in stopping what has already begun

There’s nothing to do

But sit and wait

For the doom that will befall

So let the spirits loose

when I say no more

Senile

Filibuster the old man down
His fickle heart close to shattering
Vibrations astound his breath
While he wakes by the morning moon
He closed his fists and drank his pills
He sunk his teeth beneath his tongue
Veined and vengeful the dirt of his loot
Closeted in his arms he never washed
Polymer threads dangling near his mouth,
He’d been eating the cloth of his sheets
Alone he wears out his mobile feet
They no longer feel the earth but the translucency of his skin
Like the rubber of excess glue
Withering in his painful sleep
A familiar nostalgia drones his pupils
It drenches his reveries, hope turns to a frown
He lived too long