Dancing in the mud

She after me

My lover’s eyes are stray to mine

The echoes of cracking walls,

Break me

It is unsafe in this castle

Queens wither in shades of mistresses

Bedroom hymes are violins with broken strings

Rose petals squash beneath a thousand feet

Trying to keep toe to your sways

You stain my gown

Your filthy hands wrap my neck

Squeeze every breath out of me

And confess your “love” to another woman

You will be free

And this would be the last dance

The last show,

Dancing in the mud

Life on Mars

A butcher’s hands…

Clotted with blood inside fungal nails

He sets a table

Lays a rose by the candlestick

My love, won’t you eat tonight?

It’s liver and hearts,

Scooped out of drunken souls

That which fills a man,


Lust, romance, kinship

Desperate eyes,

Blood shot

Veins pop,

Minds explode

The demons rage

The images she will never forget

Pinned on a wall

He found his way from the back

Growling in her ears

What was not seen,

but heard



The whispers in the dark,

Sighs and moans

When I lay awake,

When she falls asleep,

The life on Mars

Two sad souls scrapping the dead soils

We tread separate paths

And we meet again

Trying to erase the slates in our minds

To live the pain again

I should have fought harder

Winter bird

Walk a flowering garden

The chirps are noises

In this dark epitome

Where my soul swims

In the winds of nothingness

To hold meaning to these emotions

Love another man’s woman

His blue eyes are foreign,

Like a stretching canvas

That kisses the skies

His voice is a charm

Like a light rain on the roof

Wake her up from the eternal slumber

I see it in her eyes

She that yields to his desires

Her own fantasies

My own nightmares

Lay in his arms

in my silence I am crushed

Like snowflakes

Beneath your feet

Small to the eye

Faint for your ears

Can’t you see l bleed for you?

Why chase a winter bird?

Toy shop

Let’s play street

We walk crowds

And dip into pockets

Filthy hankies are molded

Wiping sweat off plastic faces

The toy shop

One legged dolls limp in muddy grounds

Mother’s tales and unicorns…

dark horses with headless knights

The money that buys all

The mirror of wishes

Speak unto your reflection

And thou shall be

Hanging by loose threads

Dancing lullabies by the puppeteer’s hands

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