Tater Trot

I see red and my lungs are filled with scarlet ashes Teeth fallen out as my eyes stray from the lake As I pick at the holes in my skin thin tight gashes I lay here to ponder why the maggots eat me in my wake Or the axe in my head as it teeters…

I sleep in your arms your hair a lions mane A miasma of slumber overtakes me As I wish to feed you the blood from my vein My love for you pouring out into the sea And My urchins for eyes lay still and quiet Leaving the noise of the world with the riot I…

Free my tithes to any earthen sand just to let your smooth face grace my eyes Running In bitterness through waves of desolation just so I can curl upon you Only for you my love my honeysuckle shaking sweetly amongst the pearls Saint amongst my lips to say your name to keep me covered when…

To think about how dearly you hold me Unnecessarily latched to my heart Like a withering leech drinking poison So I can only hold you when I’m cold And Finally a burden to be free And No longer a wasteful heavy bag With Lava seeping through my cracks and edges So I will only be…

Tender notes of brown sugar taint my feet Crumpling beneath me Flaked memorials now fly down the street Fallen from the tree Golden apples rotting to take a seat Breathe in the spice spree let her voice speak for you and reap your wheat

Ground my tongue to sugar With caramel Like the hooks on a butcher

A perfect black night to be obsessed A greenish rose barely confessed They Know just what to suggest Just To leave me distressed My obsessions nest In briars rest With a crest Undressed Stressed

Take in the brisk frigid air as clouds dance in The broken bottles of glass line streets Liveliness lining the sidewalk Loudly shouting down for you Bittersweet coldness Frosting the skin Lining the sheets To only hold you for what you were made for in pure delight While you writhe in the snow for someone…

Sweetpea’s drip down my eyes as Hypnos bats my cheeks Carefully batting my eyes to to keep them a flutter My consciousness now Living in a garden of poppy’s and leeks

Grit my skin down to paper and my sinews to twine My back eroding to wear just what you needed right then To only be what’s wanted by the lustful haughty wishes of men Even with my open back I’m the bottom of the donation bin asking when it’ll be over but I know it’s…