Lunar Eclipse: circa 371 years.

lipse, lipse,
Mr. Eclipse,
into the night
so divine,
rings of rainbows
dance through your eyes
around and around
the black-lit sky.

lipse, lipse,
Mr. Eclipse,
into our auras
so contrived,
rings of infinity
travel through time,
ovulating from space
into the milky black sky.

lipse, lipse,
Mr. Eclipse,
into your method
so concise,
rings of promise
radiate newfound hope,
around and around
our pitch black minds.

blooms

blossom and bloom
little flower of doom,
petals fall into place
circularly around the stem,
green envy, draped in red blood,
frost covers it in death,
wilt and wither
it will never come hither.

play on words

Vigorously
disintegrate
cylindrically,
interrogation
embarrassment-
Businessmen.

Mean Businessmen

WITNESS-
interrogation, prosecution,
what happened to freedom of speech?
fuck off.
i hear no words of plenty
streaming from good-natures folks,
what an embarrassment to
humankind are you!
sad, sad being,
i pity you in the most
un-pitiful way possible,
since your soul is unsaveable
i will pray you shall
not burn, yet
roam the downtrodden earth
for eternity, basking in your
pitiful aura.

what it means to me

captivate me, oh how you can
draw me in with those relentless eyes
of yours, so large and fulfilling,
limp over, into you-
thrust over by your side,
some sort of magnet makes
us collide cylindrically...
do what you please to me,
rest, mess, sex, clean,
nothing to mind
for you are mine, ahh, yes
you are mine!

what a sweet oolong revolution,
how it helps me to digest
and speeds my metabolism up
like diet coke,
darling, oh darling,
to tell what is felt
cannot be done with words
that currently exist,
mouth painted cherry red,
opens into yours, releasing
the most potent of all energies-
Love.

Marcy

Marcy is a young girl of the age of twenty-seven. Her father died at the critical age of eleven. Her mother followed a year later, passing of heartbreak. Marcy was orphaned at twelve. She ran away, sold her body for money and went to California, where dreams come true. Marcy lived on the street of Los Angeles for three months before moving in with a nineteen year old man. He loved and cared for the now thirteen year old darling for three years. Marcy left in March to flee to Hollywood where newer dreams come true. She tried out for movie roles, landed a spot on a soap opera and became a soap star within seven months. She stayed with the show for ten years until she slit her throat on camera at the young age of twenty-seven. Poor little Marcy, the orphaned suicidey, who gave it all she could, succeeded, yet mind remains dominant over matter. She went to join her parents, and lies far from their graves, resting restlessly until her corpse disintegrates.

The Snack

I feel vexed by the company I keep. Tigers prowl through the night; hungry, cautious, carefully creeping toward it's prey. Tears fall down my cheeks in hurried sprints, falling to the cold tile floor. How I miss my lifelines, my saviors, my consolers. I am so isolated in this strange land of wild man-eaters. There is nothing for me here, except everything that I need. How tiring this party is; this party of positive influences, this party of accepted society. How much more can I sacrifice to feed them- I've already given my brain, an arm, a foot and my ass, yet their hunger never ends. It's my heart they hunger for. It's my heart they shall never possess. Tear me alive limb by limb, scratch my eyeballs out of their sockets, pull my intestines out vigorously with your powerful teeth, but my heart will remain protected. They can not have it. They will not have it. It is mine to keep.

One Foot Out the Door, the Rest Remains

When the days dread
On and on, hung by a thread
I love to hate,
And hate to love
All that is, all that was.

Weeks move faster
Than I can count,
Deal, steal, each disaster,
Plead with time's mount,
Wait for me, won't you please?
I beg of you,
Won't you wait for me?

When the days dread on and on,
I find no comfort in silly songs
That distract the mind,
Heed, yet you will not find
Answers to questions,
Nor qualms, nor rhymes.

Years sprint out the door,
Right through my fingers-
Head to the floor,
This place I shall linger
For longer than I rather,
However, the knowledge
That will be gathered
May suffice to aid my
Travels through these
Testy times.

Lavender DiFranco

I hear whispers in the darkness
Creep all around me,
Wistful tones of salivations
Bury corpses in their sleep,
Gather together oh heedless ones,
Run in masses of grand fury
Toward lighted passageways, send you to
Fruitful lands that never see darkness.

This curse that accuses me
Bears witness to my indiscretions,
The unlawful duties of my pastimes
Lay in wake of all that haunts my ears,
Icy breadth washes over me, death disturbs
Unconditional silence, it erupts, in sadness,
Over to my detecting ears.

Rejoice! Rejoice!
It screams, tirelessly, terribly
Mocking those incredulous religious bastards,
Why bother me you wandering voices?
I do not call you to my ears,
I care not for your opinions yet
I am vexed by the uproar of the dead unable to sleep,
I hear their constant sighs of sadness,
Burning through my membranes.

Irresistible to Me

You are so irresistible to me,
My darling, I stare at you
Day in and day out,
Trapped in your ambiance
Of elegant grace,
You are so irresistible to me
Sweet man, I want to drink plenty
Of your immanent being,
Quietly you sink into
My feline eyes, bright with anticipation-
Oh so irresistible to me,
I cannot pull away
From this love any time of day
Or century, or light year,
You are so irresistible to me.