Swallowed up by the Earth

Is this how you imagined it, when you set out?

City streets, crossroads, seeking new faces.

They look the same, no longer strange, because everything has changed… Were there other plans to slip away?

And could you run, could you hide, or fathom an alternate life; with an ending that may have been written all along?

Its one hell of a ride. When it’s over, who decides? I can’t begin to imagine how you feel.

Just let go of the wheel.

Were there faces and names, broken engagements all written in flames, ashes trailing off in the sky. Sparing everyone else, to make them happy instead of yourself.

How well I play the victim.

Scavenger

Sleep through the summer- there will always be another.
Your vampire skin, werewolves dig in,
teeth marks and loose women.

I could hide out for days.

See your car parked across the street, the cold macadam and sun cracked feet.
Impale the skyline with trees, all dead tissue & the mind free.

It feels like the first time– and you’ll never get this day back.
Watch the neighbors work their ant hills and sidestep the fly traps.

Forage the earth for a reason to care,
into darkness and sunlight- the parity of a long, dry summer
and stagnant air

Coffee, Insanity and that 1 time it Mattered

Remember that time I almost woke you up?

You slept through the first fifteen and since then it’s all coasting down hill.
The gravel pit is safe but smells like disaster; or rotting flesh- limited capacity to think, so who cares?
Let the vultures have their share…
The smell of fried meat and no distinction to what’s dead and forgotten. Trans fats are penicillin for the taste buds

You look so cute with your little bonnet wound tight and the skin taut but not excessive— I WONDER WHAT YOU TASTE LIKE?
It’s like I can smell you from here- the fragrant innocence, at least at a distance. And that distance makes it ok to stare.

your eyes wont blink, and you’d care if the world outside made sense.
No one will make you care about others.
No one will make you care for yourself.