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Bill Of Goods

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on September 20, 2016 by beautifulimposter

A landscape of scarred pew backs
Faded under used up onion skin sunlight
Sweat and salivation
Something hungry and panting lustful
Beneath linen suit and tie,
Hollowed out eyes glinting feverish bright
The cut and fit slim difference
Between any other carnival barker.

All the things you want to hear
Slow comfort honey drip, drip, drip
We are right, we are good, yes
Nod your head easy, meek and mild
It’s them what’s wrong, big scary them
Growling at the threshold, oh little lambs
You’ll be perfectly safe, long as you’re afraid.

Think not on this world’s woes
Let the wounds suppurate and fester
The stench just angel baby’s breath
A grave made of this world
For the empty dark hole of the next,
You know it folks, step right up
All it takes is evetything you’ve got
From now till forever and ever amen.

So the dirt clogs lungs,
Clots beneath eyelashes
Lips sewn shut by scarabs and worms
Isn’t it lovely, the next life
So cozy beneath blankets of fruitless earth
Barren and threadbare bereft
Choking on aspirin bitter
Ashes under the tongue, we all fall down.

New Roomate

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on October 14, 2015 by beautifulimposter

Hey, wait a minute
Who are you, how’d you get in here?
I thought I’d locked all the doors
And the boards I nailed up
Usually keep people well away
Most just think it’s abandoned
And that’s the way I like it.

What back door?
There’s a back door now?
So you just snuck in and made yourself comfortable?
Is that your coat on the hook
Your shoes under the bed
Feeling all at home are we?
Well, I guess as long as your here…

Ummm, sorry about the state of things
I don’t get many visitors
Haven’t cleaned up in years,
Yeah, let me shift those clothes
Sorry about them, and those pictures
I’ve been meaning to toss those
But you know how it can be.

I’ve been meaning to get the cracks fixed
I forgot how shabby it is in here
What’s that? You say it’s not so bad?
Well that’s kind and all but…
Oh, really, you think it’s cozy?
Ummm, well, uh, thanks
The longer you sit there, the more it seems you belong.

Can I get you something, tea perhaps
No? Oh, you made yourself some
Know your way around pretty well
It’s getting a bit warm in here all of a sudden
I always thought it a little cold in here
The emptiness always seemed
To carry the winter in it.

What? You’d like to stay?
Are you sure, I mean, I bet you could find better…
Really? It feels like home?
I’ve never felt it, but I’m glad you do
And you’re welcome to stay
I think I’d like that, yeah…
Stay as long as you’d like.