GodTamed death entrenched beneath pitted eyelids,Rotting harvests of shallow hunger,And foul toil on the now weak man,Beckon at the duplicitous call,Master.A garrulous assault on the Creator,By whose notice hate is begotten,Vitiating the essence of purity,Irony befalls he who calls himself purest,Corruptor.Exoneration is the sole product,Death the sole cure,Save for those whose eyelids remain shut,By the witness of the ostensibly chaste creator,God.
Neighborhood PsychopathThere is a murderer living in my neighborhood. He is a silent killer, a dark silhouette against a stark white frame of silver. He is free of restraints, free of bonds, free of laws. He has not been caught once by the police, despite their many vain attempts. Even some scientists have tried to assist in his capture, but he still remains a free man to this day.I am waiting by my bus stop when I see his slim figure leaning against a wall, flicking a cigarette in the air. I decide to strike up some conversation, seeing as he is so notorious around these parts."Hey, uh
" I trail off.He turns his head to lock eyes with me. "Hey. Wanna know my name?" he asks."Sure," I reply hesitantly."AIDS.""Aydes?""A-I-D-S," he pronounces slowly, spelling out each letter."Is that from some foreign country or anoth-""Nope," he cuts me off, "it's an acronym.""Your name is an acronym?" I ask, surprised.He exhales a puff of smoke. "Yeah. Wanna know what it stands for?""Sure," I say for the seco
Ransom noteThis is a ransom note.It fell beneath the rotting old stairwell,From your sealed red lips,Which by now,Have begun to crumble.This is a ransom note.Chock full of the sweet taste,Of roasted almonds on your tongue,And golden honey sliding gently,Down your throat.This a ransom note.Your smooth auburn hair,Floats down around my neck,And that ruffled orange skirt,Waltzes in your stead.This is a ransom note.All I ask is that you open your eyes,Soft as the yellow sun,And take your hand in mine,But don't let go.