Old scratch walks up and down in this world.
Not some misunderstood romantic tragic figure,
but the father of lies.

Old scratch stands behind the curtain
and raids the caravans loaded down with good intentions
He is the wicked warlord in the horn of Africa.

He is the self serving dictator with ridiculous hair
murdering his family in paranoid fits
while his people eat bark in hungry desperation.

He is dengue ebola, ecoli, the plague..
He is rage and landmines in the soccer fields
He is dysentery and influenza and krokodil.

Old scratch walks to in fro in this land
with infectious breath and violent laughter
He is the womb of grief and lost hope.

twenty thousand crying skeletons
with bloated bellies blinded by thirsty flies
each and every day old scratch ushers them
to the only relief they will ever find.
while another twenty thousand wait in line.

We give it a face, a voice, and a name.
I'm so glad we have old scratch to blame,
otherwise whose fault would all this madness be?

i have spent all this weekend
building voodoo dolls
out of belly-button lint,
newspaper clippings, pipe cleaners,
and tufts of my own hair.

They all have names.
The Fearless Lemming.
Odenkirk.
Mr. Tweezles.
Vexorg, the Merciless.
Bob.

Forgive me father, for i have sinned
and i liked it...

Vexorg, true to his name,
slew the Lemming in single combat.
It was...disturbing, at best,
and quite messy.
Mr. Tweezles betrayed his sacred
post as medicine man,
poisoning Vexorg with krokodil.
I thought Odenkirk would
exhibit strength of character,
but he fled in the night
like a *****, most likely
in fear of Bob.
Mr. Tweezles should have paid attention
to that turn of events.
Bob fancied himself an attorney,
and Mr. Tweezles thought
himself clever and indestructible.

i am Dark Helmet,
playing puppet-master
with my dolls,
red-handed
intercepted.

Today's horoscope:
*Fear death by stupidity.

my brother is the safe environment I’ve created for the history of my lord.  political awareness, I mean, I mean, is a darkness.  my eyeglasses tell me you’ve been to see a train station.  do animals wait?  several impatient years later, two blindfolded mouth-breathers walk cheek to cheek in an Ohio fog that combs forward worms the length of a screen name on craigslist.  I am nearly pronouncing krokodil until my tongue disappears so I can pronounce it correctly for my mother’s not frostbit ear.  as for the two, they are mistaken by the disembodied poetics of local policing as the trophy nose of an odd-for-these-parts moose.  any re-enactment is my father the victim of a spirited birth.

I read some poems badly and in bad light, here:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QR3w2eHYE5Q



from 12.9.13


messianic allure

my brother is the safe environment I’ve created for the history of my lord. political awareness, I mean, I mean, is a darkness. my eyeglasses tell me you’ve been to see a train station. do animals wait? several impatient years later, two blindfolded mouth-breathers walk cheek to cheek in an Ohio fog that combs forward worms the length of a screen name on craigslist. I am nearly pronouncing krokodil until my tongue disappears so I can pronounce it correctly for my mother’s not frostbit ear. as for the two, they are mistaken by the disembodied poetics of local policing as the trophy nose of an odd-for-these-parts moose. any re-enactment is my father the victim of a spirited birth.

I was sick and high waiting for you to die
Still crying from all the lying
That brought us here
Where nightmare bears stare from
Blackened soot silt laden forest
Rotten flesh half metal to the bone
Like Russian krokodil addict
Nervous system trashed
Rotting from the inside
Only left with sickening regret
His name on your chest so
Can't ever forget

You're with someone who's insides are krokodil
So when you entwine with her, it's a rush to hospital
They rescue your body, but can't save your soul
Build up your immunity, but poison takes it's toll
Behind the flesh, your organs have leperacy
You're slowly falling apart, with toxins she's injecting thee
Never mind the slow gradual cracks, we hear breaking in your heart
People can pick themselves back up, when the hurt departs
But what for your life, you've built, your dreams and aspirations
Your possessions you've acquired, that are slowly evaporating
Because she's digging your gold, and turning it to lead
She's undermining all your values, so her satanic soul is fed
When people hit rock bottom, they can climb their way out
But when you're so compassionate, you're just weighed down

And you might as well... retire to a box in the ground
Because that's not the only thing, she's taking from you now...

She's tainted your blood stream like herion because you're addicted
She's the drug and you're the victim, robbing yourself just to get a hit in
Your body begins aching. Your stomach twists in knots
Bugs crawl over your skin and you're coughing blood clots
Portions of you, your heart, your mind, your soul, selling yourself
Decaying your morals. Integrity. Values. Your ******* MENTAL HEALTH.

She's drawing your organs back on, with ink from a permanent marker
Then scrawling her signature, owned, sired. She's the vampire, but you're the one darker
A slow devour consumes...until eyes of sky blue, turn a haunting black
wooden staking her claim, projecting her weaknesses as she attacks
Collateral damage, miniscule mutations, compared to your brain she's embowling  your views on life and love, so flighty and free, beautifully, she is easily over powering

Then there's your head. Already poisoned by her compulsion
How do you think you'll fare, when your body goes into convulsions
After your heart shakes so bad, it breaks in half and cracks now tear
Like a discarded test paper, where the teacher gives you an F

No one can foresee the way I can predict what a narcisstic leach does
When they psip your soul through a straw, slowly, effortlessly and how it affects empaths like US...

I could have picked you up, I would have enriched and nourished your core
If you compromised your stupid values and came and let me show you how to be adored.  
So you wouldn't even give a vampire the ******* time of day
Now you've got death where I could of gave life...and I can only...
Watch...as...you... decay.