Baubles
Every new puzzle
taunts me with its novelty
before boring me.
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Mad days
This doesn’t make sense
for the French ride with the dawn
towards bolts unknown.
Old enemies
My old addiction
wraps me around its finger
and I fall, yielding.
Dream house
Behold them glimmering:
the gates of Somnia
which swing open under
the Night and the Darkness.
Welcome my dear friends
to the land of opportunity
where all of your desires
flower among the Poppy.
Daemon
We are those who go bump in the night:
the shadows on the wall, the small child’s fright.
We’ll terrorize you to our delight
before swallowing up the last of the light.
We are the shades who hunt the line
between our world and that of thine.
On sweetest sins we nightly dine,
a desecration quite divine.
We have lived long through the ages
and lurked between your fables’ pages.
We’ve supped upon your finest sages
and shouldered your worst warriors’ rages.
The time has come; your end is nigh
as our wings blot out the sky.
Zombie
You’re stumble, mumble fumbling,
so messed up that you’re tumbling
down heights and hills and high ways –
but please steer clear of my ways.
Your noxious scent’s quite petulant,
your manners aren’t quite heaven-sent,
and your broken bones are jonesin’
with gangrene fermentosin’.
Your slack-jawed face that lacks awe
has seen the wrong side of a hacksaw
and you lost your ear right over ‘ere
and I think I can see your derriere…
Well…I’ll do God’s work and put you down
with a bullet right upon your crown.
Dear Diary
Today I posted something on the internet again
and all my friends laughed
and hit the “like” button
except for the fakes and haters
who reblogged it with mean comments
about how I should leave my parents basement
and go outside and get a tan
but they’re just jealous
of how awesome I am.
Contained
When I was a child I had a chest
and thought that chest the very best.
And in that very best of chests I hid my treasures
and sorted those treasures according to their measures.
And in that best of chests of measured treasures there was a key:
a key that was the most important thing to me.
For the key that was, to me, a highly measured treasure resting in my best of chests was for the king of all locks,
a lock that went with a most magnificent box.
So I hid, with cleverness and pride,
the measured treasured key that was important to me that went with the box bound by the king of all locks in my very best of chests
so NO ONE else could get inside.
Foreign
Oh, I don’t know your language
and I can’t say your name
but the way you move your body
tells a story all the same.
Tiamat
Rain…fall…
Slow~ly~
If only you’d stop,
if on~ly.
Rain…fall…
Dee~per~
Chilling my bones,
you creep~er.
Rain..fall..
Qui~cker.
The wetter the roads,
the sli~cker.
Rain..fall..
Down~ down.
Flooding the rivers,
drowning the town.
Rain. Fall.
To~night.
Swallow the world
and swallow~ the light.
A (wise) man of two faces 