2.27.2005

Circuit

And she sways to the beat, the one she knew had again assumed control, like mangrove trees in the heat, like Toth laughing at cancer, like thunder clapping its noisy paws at the moon, like rain drops against the window, slowly, slowly but to dissipate, like a purple mark on a fragile arm, like a bitter word flying through the mouth of a careless man.

2.24.2005

Spectrum Crumble

Truth? Bullshit...

Her cry shrieks throughout the temple bouncing off the multi-coloured mirror walls
calling to whatever demon will grab her up from her knees in all her bitter musings.

"Enter me!" she pleads, spitting at her old Gods, refuting all meaning in her old prayers.
If she followed another path would she arrive at the same destination through another mirror?Shaken like the beaten little bruised girl in the shaded corner that she'd always been.

Now she doesn't care, doesn't care that God doesn't care, just wants me to fill her up,
the way demons do,
and possess her with empty words on philosophy and love that I never believed in myself.

2.21.2005

Spiritual Armageddon

Hark, now, the beast is marching on to Israel
and there's a star in the east burning my eyes,
wormwood falling, falling for this rotten mercy
like a downward spiral playing a mourning orchestra for something without ears.
And Jesus Christ is on his knees
and the beast laughs because no one believes in anything anymore but their own apathy.

I drank to escape it's morbid disarray,
to find the best tasting wine,
but half of it was too diluted, losing its reassuring answer,
and the other half would make me so drunk on answers I'd be lost in ignorant bliss.

But I don't want it... No... I just want to listen to my phantom orchestra.

2.09.2005

Ether Lost

Air pierces fire pierces my will to escape your holding cell of sagging dirt; I'll consume you, I'll crack the plates and open hell on earth, will bathe in poetry, and scrape the ocean with the sky and merge the stars with no alibi but loneliness piercing all the while my winding path, elements will leave no trace but one, will turn her face, because I have no nature left to give.