I want to say I love you
scream it from the
mountain top and whisper
it close to your skin so
that the heated words tattoo
my name into...
To the man who saw me
Happy when no one was looking;
For smiling, applauding
My joy for the right tune,
Persephone as a dark and off-putting goddess who worries her mother by hanging out with satyrs and making...
The sun shone from
behind frozen skies
speaking as old photographs
which serve to trigger
memories we said were
I see the fools with bells on their feet,
Flashing lights on their pants and hands,
With a mind like a stone and soul of a spade,
Dead as the souls they sell for their bands.
Getting grinded on in a club,
They think they’re God’s gift to us,
But on patterns of thoughts in their minds,
They’re in need of a metaphysical truss.
They’re vermin to Mind and Soul,
Veritable worms in Spirit’s shit,
Send them off to their own island,
Because I can’t take any more of it.
Let them dance their way into a shallow grave,
Their sands of effort barely covering their heels,
Let the shallow be exposed to the elements,
And have their bones crushed under time’s wheel.