The course of human history (pt II)
Shortly before feeling its
feathers squeeze between my fingers I paused to impart one last piece of wisdom. Yes sleeping together was fun, yes waking up was better, but it would end there. You’re here now in the tender embrace of someone you love, what could be better? Did I not nurture you? Did I not pluck you up from your discarded place? Then whatever comes next is great-if it is swift. For I would never want you to actually feel the full weight of what I’m about to do.
I cooed the final words of Mice and Men, about gazing upon your own reflection and warning you not to drink from standing water. Then I very deliberately squeezed, and let me tell you, you struggled right until the end.
Labels: going crazy, uncontrollable urges
Playing with fire
Ok, so maybe I’ve taken myself too seriously these days. A deep breath, a sober thought, an apology here and there and I can enjoy again. You look beautiful by the glow of Christmas lights. Snow fall cast an angelic illumination about your head; hot breath in the cold air is sexy. It’s not the best, but God it’s good.
Sure, let’s talk about magic. Why not just let? Let things happen the way they do, it’s not a good thing, it’s not a bad thing, it’s just a thing. Romance doesn’t have to be perfect, or free of consequence, it can just be. And that’s fine with me.
I’m just happy to be wherever I am with whoever I’m there with.
Ah there's lies that we've ignored...
I think I said it before; miscalculation burns. Watch the disastrous effects as I rock this bitter metal edge back and forth over a fulcrum of human flesh. I teeter, I taught her. Enjoy bouncing up and down on this.
Go ahead, be carefree; it only saws right through me.
I tremble
I feel like my sternum is split and splayed like oysters yawning open and exposing themselves like ripe genitals, quivering deliciously reserved to inhale, engulf,indulge -tensing as your breath falls upon them. Throw your head back and let that salty flesh slide down your throat. Wipe your sloppy lips, salvage your dignity and apply serviettes to your dripping chin, to your bleeding heart, to your venomous grin.
Help, I’m alive.
Labels: bad friends, unceremonious
Modern love
The best part of suffering is the horrified look of your friends when you’ve clearly lost it. That bewildered stare as pulpy flesh swings from your jowls, the tremulous caution that stays their hand as you gorge yourself on morbid and unsanitary risk. Devouring people is hard; it’s a detriment to your own well being. When you’re up to your elbows in guts you’re bound to catch something.
I’m scared of the future; I’m not really that satisfied. I didn’t envision my life like this, covered in all this blood.
Labels: tender tender flesh, uncontrollable urges, zombies
Feed the animals
I feel like a fool
So I'm going to stop troubling you
Buried in my yard
A letter to send to you
And if I forget
Or God forbid die too soon
Hope that you'll hear me
And know that I wrote to you
Talkers keep on saying things like… “You’ll be alright”
My knuckles are bruised a lot these days. My ego’s bruised my stomach’s bruised. I’m fighting a lot; defending even more. I’m under siege and overwhelmed.
How often can I tell my self that love won’t simply pass through me like water through the grinds?
How else could I come out of this? Strong but bitter.
Talkers keep on saying things like..."You're falling apart"
Sometimes I make wrong decisions, sometimes they’re dangerous, sometimes they can be described as unhealthy. So I need all the delicacy of disciplining a child for touching itself in public. “No its not wrong
per se…it’s just not an outside thing.”
How can you judge me? Let’s just be happy that I can keep my hands to myself when necessary. Don’t even get me started on your sister.
Oh yeah, this is a tender tender flesh moment...
Labels: tender tender flesh
