Tag Archives: Dark

Asylum

we left the homestead in a hurry
the barn was on fire and the gods were at the gate
there was no place for us to go
no hats where we could place our hangers, our heads
all was lost in the blaze
all but our hearts and the rusty cages we kept them in
we fled the valley and ran into another
only to find a loveless gorge of empty eggshells
empty nests and broken bed wells

-footsteps-

we lingered in a moonlit yard
the air was calm, inviting
no shadows kept the place, no darkness plagued the stone
our youngest shrieked “Exciting!”
alarmed at her outburst, and at the sight of her soul
she ran into a half burned hovel
crackling and whispering of old misfortunes
we hurried after her, but she was lost
her mind was an anvil, in an ocean time forgot

-keys turn-

we wept and called to her
to the gods that we’d forgotten
we cried to our long lost loved ones

-all quiet in the hall-
-no time for tales of horror-

sleep now young child
be still
I’ll have more fear for you tomorrow

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Empty Inkwell

What writhes in the deep, O sweet beloved
my metronome, and spoken truth
what thoughts cross our paths on a night like this
dementia, and speckled swords of fallen stars
a dark dream follows me, quick to the heart
a hallowed moon, and a haunting memory to pass the time
still words in the dead of night, a still word
four hours until the sun bites the earth i move upon
a dawn of new things
i walk down the street and notice the jars
empty pockets of wealth and remorse
a jar moves into view, then another
in one i find a world unknown, pain
in the other lies the remnants of my youth
red hair appears, running down the brow of the universe
it marks the blood of the ancestor, and the next
the old world and the grateful dead
funny hats and broken bottles
first the house crumbles, then tomorrow
i walk down avenues not meant for my legs
i linger over thoughts of madness
and maddening thought
i walk to the store to buy a few soldiers
death is a luxury, but only when bought

Wounded We

look up
can you not see the world beneath your feet
the one that glows in darkest day
brightest bright
the ones you say you’d always know
the god in your pocket is the god you’ve grown
turn around and take a whiff
the death dealing won’t stop and you’re all alone now
no more crying
no clues for the mystery van
killer riff
burn the bed pans and break the black fang
turn your eyesight out in two
turn the rivers that flow in you
bottles and bottles and bottles
break ’em
burn the rivers, boil the skies
bake the mountains that fill with lies
the songs we sing for the signs we miss
the lives we want in a deathly kiss
paltry words mean nothing now
the earth is spinning upwards, how
no turning back, no loitering
don’t hang around the mall
a baby cries
and we turn and we turn
and we turn around until memories burn
we lie and we fade
I’m sure the skies will give shade
to bring barrens and bliss
while we summarize this
don’t worship the night and let the light linger
bring doubt to the party
now watch me snort glitter