October 12, 2018
It’s always been cold in your father’s shadow.
Friends and followers, damned with the doomed
trapped in a zone of fallen dreams,
of pulsating desires, never to be achieved.
Demons, past and present
lurk in Desire’s looming darkness
sleeping on cinders of spoon-fed failures
like sitting inside nightmares.
The walls close in tightly
like lying in a drawer of the morgue.
October 5, 2018
The Devil came to me
in a dream,
and sold his fucking
soul to me.
He is my marionette now.
the strings tied to
I’ve tasted fire,
and I’m ready
to rule now, not
waiting for the
to take my place upon
Time to pack it in,
October 4, 2018
It was likely 2009, the first encounter,
(although this is only a faint attempt
to grab at black pools of memory
and tether them to temporality). To admit:
it was wholly unremarkable.
A rurally-situated living room;
a facade for bonfires, circled by youth.
And you held a guitar and sang,
the fingertips of a false English accent,
swirling like wax from the melted crayons
of your influences.
October 3, 2018
my girlfriend is taking a nap
i look up porn
n jherk off
i cum on myself
then forget about it
and browse the internet
i check to see if she’s awake
i buy a bunch of stuff with her credit card
i notice the cum has dried on my chest
i pick it out of the hairs
and put it on my desk i crush it up into a powder
it looks like cheap cocaine haha
i notice she’s in bed watching me do this
she says wut the fuck r u doing
i tell her
i got us some cocaine baby
she grabs a hundred dollar bill from her purse
rolls it up
and snorts a line
and gives me the bill
and i snort a line