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Month: July, 2009

Frankenstein’s Ghazal

Frantic, sweaty. Death settled in around him,
thick and constricting. He was afraid of the end.
A memory is unearthed; a dead flower blooms.
All things buried in thought are without end.
She cries out for her lost love, her #2 companion,
a well-worn pencil with love bites on one end.
I think I’ll wear a white shirt today, but it [...]

I Love to See You Die

Lately, you’ve been breaking so beautifully:

with your shattered-soul starlets
illuminating my lonely,
aphotic nights;
with your vivid splashes of red
adding magnificence to my
achromatic days;
with your sweet-burning dreams
radiating warmth to my
apathetic heart;
with your melodious, agonized cries
infusing life into my so
anemic self.

(I love to see you die.)

7 Days to Die

Day One: The Deconstruction of Your Mind
Hold still while they take an axe to your head.
Day Two: Rape of Innocence
And steal what made you good.
Day Three: Half-Truths and Absolute Lies
They fill the deep emptiness with nothing.
Day Four: A Blacker World
And they leave you hating.
Day Five: Coping with Insanity
You learn to [...]

Violinist Traveling to Versailles, 1624

The woman shrouded in a thousand eyes
whispered in what was almost a voice,
“To you, good sir, I do strongly advise:
Reconsider your unfortunate choice.”
“Take back your gold if you can, puny one!”
replied the filthy brute clutching her purse.
Then she struck with a glimmer in the sun,
her bow of metal, the Musician’s Curse.
The blade sang beautifully across [...]