Psychoses
Sleep
Evades my grasp
I'm left to wonder and wallow
In my mind, echoes and hollow
Mix together
Fuse
Can't
Place in order
My thoughts or things inside them now
I have to name the why and how
Of things long since
Gone
Babylon
Oh, Babylon
Lush gardens soaking rooftop sun
Rich markets trading silks, gold, silver, perfume, frankincense and myrrh
Oh, Babylon
With secret riches gleaming
In your city streets so teeming with vibrant life and luxury
Oh, Babylon
My heartstrings twang at thoughts of you
And the sorry ages that will pass after you are dry ruins
Scribe
Dark
Dry and
Welcoming,
Empty passages
Beckoning for me, papyrus
Knowledge lining halls,
Scrolls filed,
Full of
Lost
Words
Gang Rumble
Midnights
Aren't kind
To those who trade blood
To make a living, to survive
Switchblades
Flipping wide
Spilling wet scarlet
Onto rough, uncaring concrete
Unheard
Half-formed pleas
Crying 'No, not me,'
Ignored because they should have known
Dreams
My fears
Collected
In the air, condensed
Congealed, and beat me into pulp
I lay suffocating on the ground as Hope looked on
She gave me a broken smile
Getting into fights
Wasn't her
Style
Fairy Tale
Raven-black, snow-white, bloody red
Princess hair, skin, lips
If she knew
Would she
Still
Bite?
Saturday
Ann
Broke up
With Markus
Mint-cherry ice cream
Chick flicks, used kleen-ex on the floor
