Deadbeat MechanicsDeadbeat Mechanics
from my burrow under covers,
my enclosure between, beneath,
i hear beyond my cocoon the sounds
of a world alive with dead things.
met with thunderous applause,
a supposed friendship was discarded.
underground, beside the other failures,
it rests, constantly leaking memories.
and i'm still refusing to face it.
my hands weave obsessions, drugs,
and my heart begs to embrace rebirth.
i am a labyrinth lost in a labyrinth.
there are old blood stains here
along the tattered remains of love.
i can't be cleansed of these sorrows.
they linger and forbid me to breathe.
bats chirp past my windowpanes.
the gentle hissing of automobiles,
i notice, has now become familiar.
i suppose i'll always long for something.
"change is murder." i've kept going.
as if i had any choice in direction.
i've tried so hard to taste a glimpse
of that simple, patient past. no avail.
no avail was permitted. no solace.
i imagine rustling in the heavy leaves
on the b
Scourge of Ages MineScourge of Ages Mine
the morning creeps in slowly,
leaving the mourning in the dark.
outstretched hands retract
at the slightest lack of pity.
the wheels spin like knives
flung in fear from impulsive hands.
i am worn down. i am burned
by the kryptonite that plagues my soul.
the wires that still cling desperately
spark demons and sob electric rain.
repetition: new addition.
another tally on my dusty blackboard.
one more notch in my shield.
nonchalance: delayed response.
the crevices of my impossible mind
teem and bubble with haze.
a thousand years of being stepped on
give way to apprehensive freedoms.
take the future slowly, surely,
while love, the scourge, breathes near.