makingsasha

run a hook through tentacles
await the ghostly clatter
demand that the oracle not enter
until after the job has ended


you must forgive the worst human
for releasing the gimp
even when all who witness
grow miseries; no petals
yet like roses


we must always blame the gimp
for the foul smell
for the worms and the leeches
for the hungry new borns
for weathered whores
blame the gimp for darkness illusions
even after criminal night has ended


now comes the time to erase the gimp
afterall it is the reason
we suffer
it is the gimp's fault we lie
it is gimp who reduces us
to something less divine
than nature


to kill the gimp
we must gather fabric
soak it in denial
smother the heart, the eyes
the tongue

heavy with the burden of a 4:47 smog
my release is gaudy
smothered by sounds of someone choking
but it is i remembering my own memories
it is the ogre severing my arms
a firing squad threatens my freedom
the inhumane bark of familiar dogs
they will gather, they will feed
they can pierce all but the soul
which is unfettered
because it is free to propel new life
into all that’s not breathing

A leper dies
For rebirth
A mouth stains
The legacy of friendship
Betrayal remembers
Me alone

He sat beneath the cave
With the feather of humanity
A lightly dusted pillow
From which glass escaped

It pierced fragile shoulders
and carved a sore there
I carry a stone of regret
To his grave
In a newer time
my silence
applauds his scream

night owls:dirty mind fuck
clown eyes:amplified
like venom
from the bile of crowds

mortal eye
perfect storm
grave wonderland
open wound
mind a scream

night freefall
even darkness
solemn transport
into alone
a speaker rush
the bottle broke
on the cusp of a dream

morning soonest
dawn devours
secret clocks
closet speaks
comfort void
changes are changing
and love rebels
to trick the lines

new boundaries
kill tradition
curse the rumor
for its contempt

the place tethers
the edges groan
free minds conspire
to split the room

i give up
years produce mold
hinges rust
fold the beginnings
they've fallen flat again, our tries
your number somewhere lost
in the outdated cellphone