A Pale Skull

A heart in a cage made stale
Like the wine of the harlot
Venom and blood
Venom in blood
Heels high to heaven
Stomping and kicking and dancing mad
Talons and the gnashing teeth

Love was lost in her eyes
Framed in her face and she's licking her lips
Mutations growing in her womb
Semen stains on her dress
The semen stains

A child in a dumpster cries
A dog in the hallway is barking
A flaccid old man naked and wandering
He's muttering lies

So long to wretched mediocrity
So long to lonely starless nights
So long to the abhorrence of being

Cancerous and wry
Rife with the tumors and soft to the touch
Tethered to the stake and left there to die
Picked clean by the insects
A pale skull lit the night.
Eye sockets empty and the jaw set to grin

Just a skull in the desert and a bottle of gin

Nerve Damage

Damaged nerves and a broken harp. Frayed strings and a crippled bird
Suckling at the teat of mediocrity. A furrowed brow. Suspension in the sunlight

Kick down the doors. Smash every window. Molotov solutions. Plunder it all.
Fasten yourself to the seat of seclusion and buckle the belt. Safety in silence.
Persuasion. Proclivity. Porous idealism and a loose moral code.

Her eyes are smoking, and her heart it laughs.
Her ears were bleeding when the ground started shaking
She looks for violence and she found only me.
She wears a golden headdress for me.
A tear rounds her eye and she walks on the ceiling.