Posts Tagged ‘dark poetry’


Danza Della Anime
with bravura strokes
she paints a tapestry
of desires & ancient wounds
upon wisps of shadows
long succumbed to darkness

bound by umbilical thread
screams of shattered silence
reach vaulted peaks
to drown

circumference of flame
closes to corset
devouring sins
purified soul released

as hind-sighted children
play roundabout
& echo gregorian chants
of the free


[ soul ] ingenue

I peeled the stigma of you
like cotton-mouth
off my thrice stained soul
with a bottle of scotch & demerol
adhered your memory to a collage
of cardiac scars & yellow tinged bruises
a shrine to the church
of lust & regret
the stained glass
a reminder
of the sins committed
in loyalty to a cause…
….the search for love
[un] holy church
Butterfly’s blade
shredding rose-petal wishes
wrist bleeds
rosary-bead droplets
upon virgin white floor
already scuffed
by my boot-healfrom vaulted ceilings
you wrap yourself in their flag
of deception
casting down
your umbilical noose
for me to swing my repents upon


He’s 23 and I’m Slightly Psychotic
 
deep
down
i have desires
to invite him over for a candlelight dinner
and slap him across his mouth with my
hand.
i want to tie him to a chair with my scarf,
as my teeth
sink deep into each silken knot.
 
i’ll snug them tight, until he fully understands
the truth about my head
and my heart:
my head and my heart are long distance lovers.
my head and my heart both pound.
my head and my heart are the new age terrorists.
my head and my heart spin ‘round.
 
and after he hears all about me
i will set him free and give him the
opportunity to choose:
number 1) handjobs as we listen to the
kansas city symphony, or number 2) make fresh
vegetable soup and biscuits, or lastly
number 3) run away.
 
and by morning light, i hope he has chosen them
all in
progression.
Blindfolded, Stoned, and Fingering Her
 
Eventually I found
the perfect touch,
 
which created the
moment,
 
that she still brags
about
 
when we
get intoxicated
 
on the
good ol’ days.
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