whispers

how do i whisper the words of longing

how do i whisper words of love

with a mouth full of ash

with ambers smouldering on my tongue

how do i prepare myself

how do i get ready

for the fall that is visible

after flying long and hard

how do i grit my teeth

how do i hold my breath

till my face is as blue as my heart

till my eyes see supernovas and stars

how do i sift through the sand

how do i wade through this water

that threatens to burn me

that threatens to drown me 

Rain Fire

All that is left now
All left to be
An inferno from the skies
Target: me

This self importance, narcissism 

Waiting for gods to display their ire

Soul divided, this schism

All the pieces, waiting for the fire

If nothing else, it would be

a pleasure to burn

Perhaps smother existence

Into a sliver of nothing

Coronavirus Blues

There will be no vaccine
None

We are all going to get this shit

Even those inside will get hit

It won't be fun

Might as well get this shit over with

While there is still some hope dripping in this heart

While there is still some chance to play the part

In the bigger scheme of things

Because it would fucking suck 

To be hopeless in mind and sick

Cuz this shit will infect everything

From the heart to the dick

Maybe we are all sick already

So fucking sick

Posse

The gang crowds over a table once again

Where this naked body, lies etherized 

Someone complains about the stink

But no one does anything about the rot

They talk of gods and demons

Conversations linger like dragonflies

Over squalid waters on summer noons

Conversations drift like smoke from a dying cigarette

They discuss everything that needs to be done

In next moment, forgetting it all 

They whisper one moment, and then yell

Forgetting the oaths that bind them to each other

Perhaps the world has already ended

Perhaps it's waiting for the death knell

Disinterested, they ask each other's well being

Removed from reality, they lie, all well