chaotic fragments

I

 

everything that ever burned

now dances in my cold eyes,

 

I'm all C-4 and vengeance.

 

II

 

I came to this collision

to explain the root of the illness,

 

but the speech seems unnecessary

because most of the disease is comprised

of germs from this congregation;

 

III

 

like telling a street dog

he’s a bad boy

in a patronizing tone

 

as he rips my throat out.

 

IV

 

an ocean of shadows

avalanches down,

 

the sun refuses to save me.

 

V

 

as my name turns

into profanity,

and my a*s

becomes fresh meat,

 

I try to remember how to run.

Reviews

[roarke]

"feet don't fail me now" I think that's a biblical quote... I"m not sure which bible...

You have this great talent for infusing all of your creations with explosive passion, doesn't matter the subject or attitude. You take and tear the letters out like a kidnapping-note words and paste it here to claim the ransom.

It's in that moment on the reader's part, (us) taking in your words, the images, the truths... the passions, that we are faced with owning up to the message.

Thank you for the note.

[joshua deathdealer]

This is quite adventurous and dark. I don't think I've read anything even close to this and I like it. Well done.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Like back-to-back shots of Absinthe and Cuervo.

[EMF]

Damn. Take my genre. Bottle it. Distill it. Then hand it over to you and it becomes Atomic. I could learn to hate someone who writes this good. Till then, I'll just stand and doft my Trilby.