It is only I
who cares too much about words
no one wants to read
This applies to you
who writes to impress the world
with your poetry
In a dark cavern
the end of the universe
without heat or light
Sit down a moment
echoes of memories past
on this you may feed
Obedient forms
bend like saplings in the breeze
these are your children
Not the sleeping moths
the spawn of Satan who eat
your sweaters solely
Let us say, to piss
you off, to annoy all sense
just to start a fight
Yes, these nocturnal
creatures who won't let you sleep
call them thoughts in dreams
I remember when
in college, I went to class
to meet such villains
Who passed the tantō
across the table for me
to spill out my guts
How much I felt love
the absence of heat and light
the warmth of hailstones
Over the decades
thankfully, I've forgotten
the sinister cuts
Collaboration
by omission to speak up
freedom spits out bones
Asinine Asian
the one with long donkey ears
listen while he screams
Read not the darkness
beaten into his mush brain
perhaps he's insane
Empathy won't help
to feel the cut stem helps none
her perfume still stinks
Sell the bouquet, move
on, no time to smell the scent
of beauty undone
Tranquil, the evil
of humanity, to move
a pawn with a cane
Obsess over harm
caused and received as karma
conditions each act
Order the players
as any director would
still one player blinks
Murder the actor
as capital punishment
her crime being one
Understanding words,
sounds, phonemes, makes a poet
rhyme on stage, a fool
Comes the spoken word
broken and bent, mangled bones
to forge a new pact
Heat the tempered sword
until sprung rhythms hammer
steel grey-blue and brown
Asinine Asian
ridicules cherished values
skews rules to favor
Brown over grey-blue
her sad hue in her coffin
kiss her forehead, frown
Obtuse emotions
overwhelm his confusion
her breath to savor
Understanding burns
bridges of experience
with wisdom, a tool
Trauma opens wounds
rips off scabs, peels memories
spits bloody phlegm, runs
Wounded through the woods
naked, eviscerated
deer beside the road
Only the hunter
drinks the blood of her first kill
reckless abandon
Rituals relish
thick black milk, red hot, buck shot
silences the guns
Diminished fifths play
tritones as augmented fourths
the adversary
See in the mirror
reflects diabolus
diamanté, load
Nervous energy
displayed on the hood, trophy
witness Abaddon
Off-kilter, perish
the thought, destroy the image
the bottomless pit
Our ruin, Sheol
the end of the universe
the tributary
No stream of payment
for corruption, politics
baksheesh, grease the wheels
Enter red-handed
caught, hands severed, a cleaver
shows a clever child
What is optional
to steal, to desire, to lie
choices Satan deals
As you see your cards
the clairvoyant psychic reads
five-card draw, eyes wild
No tarot foresees
other than self-fulfilling
prophecies, 8-bit
To program random
acts of cruelty, kindness
senseless as beauty
Slip into sequins
satan in a satin gown
she remains undead
To read poetry
an oncologist might laugh
how inane, donkey
Of Balaam's angel
mercy for the talking ass
his faith in duty
Restless sleepers toss
turn in their coffins, in graves
deep enough to rest
Exit innocent
a little boy, three years old
never understood
As a child, I cared
too much about what others
thought, as a zombie
Demented and dull
wake up rooster, time to crow
fire provides the test
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