Born via nocturnal sessions – cherished portal
She smiles coquettishly, intently – innocent wanton lips
Siren’s eyes draw out a virile pulse – gaze into her flawless sin
Corrupting, undulating supple creature – sanctified new religion
Speaks in pleasing, worshiping words – for her man only
Wishing to murder the awful dawn – more time, more love
Unreal, self-serving mind is racing – little living heaven is dying
Tonight again, tonight – says goddess as she flies into selfish sky
Haphazardly conceived in ugliness
Housed in indecisive rooms
Questioning the crumbling foundation
Mothered by a muscular grunt
Home scents – confusingly inappropriate
Clothes? Made to shut others away
On body and in sponge-like head – Ah yes
What are you? An absolutely exquisite lie!
Mind says one thing – leave this realm
Mirror cackles something else – not ready yet
God did it wrong! Cut, stuff, inject and repeat
See remnants of human you – loathe and loathe more
No surgeon! See doctor for your head!
Altered ears don’t hear rationale
Happy hands end the race – corpse won’t age
Name on your marker – Plastique or Quasi-Mannequin
Invisible scars – so aptly appealing
Mask the dark feelings – says Mr. Head
Yes, brilliant – a lovely harlequin mask
Engage in mockery – silently, not so silently
Damning scene invades liar’s eyes
Genuine tenderness – why are masks off
Love must meet failure – it matters not
Scars reopen – droplets are hallucinogenic and real
Honest blood – is it too late Mr. Head?
Invisible face, now replaced – diamond-shaped satin and sequins
No name or even gender – Harlequin lives a charming lie
Aimlessly wandering
Why is there wandering?
Plans were evicted or killed
Must negotiate upcoming danger
Through a forest of villainous eyes
All offering help – into an early grave
Purposeful squeaky gurney
Rolling on medicated grounds
Why all the restraints?
Who gives a damn what day is it?
Those cuts weren’t all that deep
No meds – they’re vile poison
Stable is a crippled brain
Numb, weak and stupid
Delivered by a bastard syringe
Mourning the loss of deep purple sky
Self-serving soliloquies – heard by a dying crowd
Gaze at skeletal creatures garbed in pestilence – does colored humanity reek too much
Averting probing questions – self frailty doesn’t exist, your sweet lie
Sustain your monstrous arsenal – use 30 pieces of silver and tax collector bribes
Beware the omnipresent evil Philistines – what do they number in your self-righteous head
Kneel before God and Christ – comfortably on a pious silk pillow
Proclaim perfect love and loyalty – while admiring your new Roman robes
No perfumed steam cloud
drifting into hungry nostrils
No curved silhouette
to grace an unloved bed
No coy morning smile
to arm you – a battler of day
Her man is not you at all
And she is loving a worthy him
Walk down memory lane – it may help
Exquisite dining bathed in a low light sea
Manicured, sculpted thus polished features
Polite flirting laced with sincerity
Honesty rears its lackluster head
Yesterday’s foolish lover is today’s recovering friends
Battled the Himalayas and won
Safaried amongst humbled kings
Bottled the cure to unremarkable living
And pontificated your genius to every camera and mic
Now here you are – lucky me
So sure that ours will be a Shakespearian affair
Happily, I’ll take the busboy home
You wish to pluck me? A lovely flower?
I am centered in a foreboding sea
A world of vile, putrid mud
I grow best amongst the unloved
The abhorrent ones in turn love me
Gladly surrendering all
Beauty, fragrance and admiration
To live forever within the mud
Turn back smile that is today
Manipulate, control, rage and violence
Her words and status
Of horrid survival – yesterday
Far back yesterday
Coated with ups and terrifying downs
Psychotic mother hands
Wielding soul maiming tool
Some sort of cord – across bottom and thighs
During sleep – there is no sleep
Running after her speeding car
Please don’t leave me
She left me – for tear-stained hours
Enough, enough of this, says culprit
You still don’t forgive me?
Of course, I do – so much bigger than you
Massive silence – of love or anger
Is the extension cord I use – on you today
Medicated Words 