I feel hollow,
empty.
But shells were meant to be filled.
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Gone
I can feel myself fading away.
One bit at a time.
Small chunks at first.
Then bigger and larger
until there is just an outline
where I used to be.
Stairway of the Macabre
Quick, let’s build a wall.
Make it a hundred feet high;
better yet, make it two.
Take away their shovels
and ladders and ropes
and while we’re at it,
take what’s left of their
dignity and humanity.
Maybe we can tax the
ever lovin’ shit out of them
while were at it.
Just savages, don’t you know
that’s what they are?
If you put a door,
you better bar it.
Don’t let them out.
Don’t let them in.
They might taint our
hypocrisy with truth.
Guard it with your life,
sacrifice yours so that
they can’t have a better one.
Cover your legalities with
words like boundaries,
so it’ll be easier to ignore
the screams when the cartel comes.
We took away their shovels,
but maybe they can pile the bodies
like a stairway of the macabre.
maybe if enough people die.
July 19, 2015
Step, step away from the bus and
don’t ever look back. They aren’t
coming for you. Ever.
Even if they did, no one
would ever want someone
like you. No one wants you.
No one wants you.
No one wants you.
So you find yourself on
some God-forsaken beach with
a bottle of bloody-fucking vodka
and you wonder how the fuck
you got so messed up.
Then you drink and drink
until the haze of yesterday
wears away and then you stumble
back to your apartment
on Fifth Avenue and
pretend nothing ever happened.
Nothing ever happened.
Nothing ever happened.
crepe paper soul.
she stood under their brilliance
like a mottled earth stands under the stars.
their laughter came and visited; and then,
it left with the sound of a thousand sorrows.
she stood apart, but she could still see.
she stood apart, but she could still hear.
she stood apart, but she could still feel.
she stood under their brilliance
like a moth is forced to flame.
she wore the souls of the burdened
like a coat made of fire.
what she saw was not joy.
what she heard was not laughter.
what she felt was not not delight.
her gift was not so much a gift
as it was a curse of perception.
if there was a moment in which she
would have ripped at the fabric and
released herself; it was as though there
were ten thousand.
but she would not. she would not.
Doubtless
You came without welcome,
wheeling and dealing and
filling me with yourself.
You strung me out and up
and all over the place,
but there’s no place for you now,
so get out,
doubt.
Bones
Why don’t you scream
just one more time.
Maybe I can feel it
just a little more.
Maybe down to my soul,
instead of just my bones.
