Tuesday, October 25, 2016

The Village -- Maiden

She hid her honor from the world
But spread her legs like a scissor
In the privacy of her barn
Where her lover came,
To meet her

She was the apple of the eye
Of every boy in the village
But she bit a different apple
Much too supple
For her age

With eyes that held secrets
And lips that were wet
Her beauty was a sunset
That no fucker
Could ever forget

But they found out
Found her secret
Caught her in the barn
With her lover
Thus...it was over

But for her it was all fine
As her last wish
She said, "In a single grave
Bury us in a 69."

Poem 2, is a fuck you to the world, even in death.

Sunday, October 23, 2016

The Village -- Murderer

the children are running through the streets
there is an execution in the great hall tonight
they'll hang the murderer by his neck
to comfort the murdered's plight

they found her body in the sewers
rats had eaten her eyes
the found the murderer in a bar
and they beat the truth from his lies

he had met her on a soft afternoon
they had done things that men and women do
but then the beast had taken over
what then happened was nothing new

he broke her neck in his big hands
then he cried near her corpse
he thought drink would dull his senses
but only murder he spoke

so come, let's go to the big hall
mother father brother all
let's watch that sister fucker hang
his sin is big, but punishment small

we'll cut his corpse to pieces
defile it in ways unimaginable
he'll pay for his sins in afterlife
after all, we're all animals

New series of poems. Will be writing on this in between regular poems. This is the first, there are more planned.

As always, thanks for reading.


finding love isn't easy
there is loads you need to do
you need to be strong and ready
before love finds you

plan ahead, rent a storage space
to keep love there once you find it
buy a lock made of sturdy steel
a locked door is better than a closed pit

some people travel far and wide
to search places where love can hide
they look and see to catch a sight
of this strange animal hiding in fright

love is a scaredy cat with sharp claws
love doesn't know fairness or any laws
love is a battlefield with bodies burning
love is a journey with no hope of returning

so when you go to find love, my love
carry your knives, swords and your gun
love is war every step of the way
did someone say it'd be fun?

it's gonna be tough to find love and hunt it down
but one day you will and then you'll turn around
by what you see, promise me, you won't get scared
when love finds you, the pain would be rare

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Whale song

Uh, I wrote this whole poem about a poem called the whale song
But my phone ate that poem
So, well, my dear, let's go meta on this beta
Because since when did any of us care about some invincible rules
Of rhyme and meter and phonetics and such
We were never the kinds to give a fuck
Anyhow, as I was saying
The poem was a question about what whales do when they're in mood for mating
Out in the deep blue, there are no apps for dating
Do whales get horny and feel love struck
After all day of swimming even whales need to fuck
So the whales sing their song
Even if it takes too long
Till they get a ping back
From another whale in mood for a love snack
Maybe Aquaman should do something
Open a mating school for fish
Cuz, sir, I for one
Would pay to watch whales kiss

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

In Your Absence

The pigeons have become bold
They step right in the house
Demanding to be fed
Their guttural gut gut
A malfunctioning machine
So I throw them bread sometimes
Or corn
Or jelly beans
Or mints
Or crackle pop
Or tiny piece of bubble gum
Or tic tacs (orange flavour)
They sit on the couch with me
And we watch The Sopranos on tv
But they always fly to my neighbor's window
When they need to poop or pee
The pigeons have adopted me
In your absence

Monday, October 17, 2016


The fact of the matter
The sadness of eons
My zero is a halo
Now a noose around my neck
If I hang, then I hang.
But before with death I dance
I'm gonna take my chance
I will shout horror at the skies
With a raised fist
To tell the gods that dare listen
That I fuckin exist
There is a heart, not an engine
That in my chest beats
It's an angry drum machine
That will explode before it overheats
Till then this fucking thing
Will continue to sing
Sing the song even if
There is no one listening
But there is always one
And one is more than enough
One is better than two
For me the one is you.

Sunday, October 16, 2016


Star like thoughts
That swirl and swirl
In the dark skies of the mind
Always looking, at the future
When they can't see what
They left behind

When you reach for the infinite
To touch it and pass it by
Are you eating desserted dreams of others
That are floating in the sky

And when you reach your final goal
Will it all be worth it
Will you whoop with joy
Or lie down tired
Ready to die

What's the cost of this struggle?
All this toil and trouble
Just so people will remember
And fondly speak your name?
Is infinite pain worth the fame?
But then, who the fuck do I blame?

More random than random.