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A Narcotic Hit of Mercy

Her faces gives me a dream, a narcotic hit of mercy,
as the train shambles and shakes like an undead corpse.
Undead corpse, unsteady on it’s feet, usnure of what is
happening. Me, the train, the undead, just stagger on.
 The billboard is big and in bright colors, her face subtle
and mysterious, like the teasing out of the corner of your
eye, smirk of an angel, giving a hit for free, so you chase
her into the vaulted snowy plains of heaven, giving her your soul.
 The model, Cara, is harsh and entrancing, full of malice and lust,
as her eyes suck me into her starlit orbit, the outlier of her psychic magic.
I give her devotion and lust and fascintion, for that narcotic hit of mercy,
to feel light and horny and mad, like when I was a young man.
 Heading home from a dirty, ugly city, and the game of pretend that is
the world of work, I silently worship her as we pass her billboard,
as she smokes the gossamer incense through my eyes, keeping herself
powerful and strong and beloved and on top of this shitty little world.
 As long as I get my hit, she can take everything……………….

Due North

The all night snack bar, by the drawbridge, almost morning.
Hot coffee can’t burn away the fog in my head, or seer the
sorrow of my heart, the constant chasing of her.
She smiles and I cast down my eyes. She knows. She knows.
Work’s coming up fast and I’ll have to go, and I’m so nervous
about stealing looks, but I’m a compass, she’s due north.
What I wouldn’t give to be someone real and confident,
who could give whatever it she’s looking for, what dream,
to ride off in my trash car to a better life.
I throw away the empty styrofoam cup, and give her a smile,
which she returns, and a little wave. I know I should never
come back her again, that it only hurts to see her.
But I point, ever and always, Due North.

Love is Bought Silence

I don’t know who I was fooling.
Your touch is comfort, but I’m still recoiling.
That sweet southern accent, reminded me of
what I never knew, what I always wanted somehow.
But you and your faith and devotion to God is not for me.
I see the light of untold stars and a sun burning the night,
spinning around not from a plan but because that’s how it goes.
A kiss is the seal you put on my mouth so that it wouldn’t speak.
So I turn you away. In the dark I can say the blasphemous truth.
Let my dreams set fire to the night and set fire to the soul!
Let my dreams bleed and fuck and swing from the obscene moon itself!
Love is silence bought with care, the blade that bleeds with mother’s milk.
So I won’t kiss you goodbye, but turn in silence back to the wilderness.
Let me be alone if to stay I must flatter your fears, be talked down to
if I don’t buy the magic cure all and the sky bound paradise you sell
like laundry detergent or pain killers. Better to be alone than a mouthpiece.
Love is the shame that keeps you silent. I want none of it now.