Open Your Eyes

He was torn apart

Each of his inches

No words spoken

None came to interest

The memory looms

Soaked in crimson

Of the day peace was broken

Without something to fix it

The entry wounds

Made emergency exits

Pieces on the pavement

Nothing to connect with

Red roped velvet

Trailing the tragedy

Roses on a casket

Bodies from the battle scene

It’s sad to see so many souls

Come and go these days

Followed without answers

For the questions that he raised

Gotta be a better place

Reassurance to himself

Mind going blank

As his eyelids fell

-WildFievel

Peppermint xylophones

Electric ice

Frozen catacombs

Reverberations of the wise

Euphonic youth

Caressing euphoria

Tantalizing truths

Proposed in aporia

Open-ended omens

Eerily scattered

Most thought the hand of god held a silver platter

-WildFievel

misstessmer:

Somebody’s knocking at the door and
this hand-carved mahogany won’t withstand
another feet first entry
believe me
so let them in, let them all in
the beatniks, the hipsters, the next of kin
we’ll throw an impromptu soiree
or whatever the kids call it these days
just make a chocolate cake
and serve a lot of whiskey
turn the music up and
we’ll pretend
you never kissed me.
 

It’s me against the world

and my prune juice jetpack

blasting mangled meat monsters

out of clinic dumpsters.

An amniotic hunger

Cluster-fucked in mustard

hacks at the tendons suctioned to the mother.

I’m the crusty-eyed corrupter

of all blind youngsters

yanking on the chains

chanting for that blood spurt.

Blood lust

in blood sports

in the part of me that loves gore,

pulling out intestines like ribbons that clowns hoard.

Tricks up my sleeve,

dick in a squeeze,

my bitch on a leash,

and coke bits in my sneeze.

Fuck this world

up so

it can’t function.

Doomsday’s a holiday

celebrate destruction.

-WildFievel