cold anticipation

her long lacy calm has been devoured

by inner fire; a titan rage of diesel smoke

and self-told lies.

 

she’s been gone a while.

only remnant: an auto-piloted husk;

a lump of rot with a lipstick smile

painted on the largest hole.

 

it wanders the dirty back-roads

of a celestial border town seeking

an unholy sword on which to impale

itself.

 

but, the poor creature is always

back by dinnertime,

and the stains wash out easily;

at least the surface stains.

what lies beneath can’t be

salvaged.

 

when she stands too closely,

the earth seems nervous

and the stars all turn inside-

out.

 

I dug a grave in the yard,

so I'll be ready when the sky

caves in.

 

Reviews

[Amy Bumpas]

Hmmm...this reminds me of something to do with a serial killer.
There are some really good lines in this:a lump of rot with a lipstick smile
but, the poor creature is always

back by dinnertime,
and the stains wash out easily;
when she stands too closely,
the earth seems nervous
I wonder what would happen when the sky caves in:))

[Kenneth The Poet]

I like the last stanza as well, because coffins are overrated.

[Sher{alynn} Veron{ica}]

Profound understanding of life and its end.

[ScaryTrees]

this is creepy and yet sad at the same time
urine and tears

in a good way

really nice man

[Kerry O'Connor]

These poems, this style, the apocalyptic vision.... Holy S**t!!

[Brad]

you have an absolute mastery of poetic skill, my new friend, bravo

[NoWayer]

"a lump of rot with a lipstick smile painted on the largest hole."

Killer line!

Last stanza hits it home too, man. The whole thing is like a gaping machete wound (that's a compliment, coming from me.)