The horror trunk

Take the blood from roots
drain the veins that feed
all the losing battles
all the love supreme
judge the one eternal
for deeds done not by them
drown the child deeper
kill the kittens dead


A few of my favorite things

Shake the cat out of the tree
break the child at the knee
poison the flowers and kill the bees
the truth is in destructions plea
come whatever, come what may
take the opening in grey
wade the chances and take the bribe
burn all the bridges, sell all your pride

Katy Perry on deportation

Deportation is a sin
unless that man
is white in skin
a threat to me
because I say!
I am Katy Perry-
so deport away!
He threatened me,
stalked my day-
I am so completely afraid
doesn’t matter that M13 stays
they may be a terrorist group
but I am not okay!
Just like liberals who hire guns
you deserve justice just because?
Oh-you have the funds
to pay for it
keep everyone but those
I don’t pick.

Slut: one who uses sex to hurt others and/or themselves.

I fucked the president
got paid to seal my lips
but opened them within seconds
guess that’s what a porn star is
fucked a married man
because he’s got green-
I make money pretend to be queen
but I still got down with anothers man
wore my crown on his head
but he had a newborn and even a wife
is the story a cheating billionaire
or the whore that just might
get a second chance at washed up fame
he may be a cheater
but your a scavenger not a saint
the only victim here
is the woman you betrayed
so next time you think-
I fucked the president
maybe you should remember
what a slut really is.

Those that see

Jokers face within your nightmares
stirring you from restful sleep
you have seen the cards go wild
they will deal it what you keep
sleep forever not for dreaming
you will feed us what we need
a steady stream of all your screaming
a gentle disturbance for those that see


Fun undoes the trauma
if only for a moment
laughter heals the wound
that remains still open
everything exist all at once
and never
everything you miss
leaves you confused
much longer
smiles are just actions
but they cure the sadness
biological interactions
with this world’s dark madness


She’s at the counter again. Counting to ten-can’t stay idle too long or the boss will threaten her job.
She’s tired. This is her tenth day on. She’s been working long days and staying into the night-she needs the money. God, she needs the money.
She’s got a rowdy kid in the booth to her right. Her hands are on the counter-she’s got five more seconds. The kid throws a glass. Had five more seconds. She can’t hear the crash she just moves to pick it up. Robotic. She hates the feeling of the unconscious movement. The fact that she’s been a waitress going on too long now, it truly is automatic.
The mother of the kid catches her attention-she can’t hear a thing. It’s not alarming more of a Peanuts kind of thing-wah wah and all. She’s apologizing, at least, that’s what it looks like. The kid throws a napkin dispenser as her mother gasps in horror of her little angels actions. She continues to apologize then grabs her daughter by the wrist and sits her down.
The waitress sighs with a smile and a nod going to pick it up. She’s thinking it might be good to turn back on the sound now if only she had a choice. Today’s one of those days-there’s no choice.
Sometimes she wonders how the brain works, how days like this happen and how she’s managed to function without hearing the orders. She wonders a lot of things all at once before walking directly into her boss. His mushy barrel chest hitting her entire face. She’s not a small woman, but he’s a rather large, large man.
She backs up. He looks down stern face turns jovial and he laughs “lost again Cathy?” she can hear again. This doesn’t make her happy. She smiles and sighs thinking of what to say, obviously, too slow “that’s alright girl!” he grabs her shoulder, she shrugs, but he doesn’t let go “I need you to go to the back grab some more pies and display’em the new girls they don’t know how to make’em pop like you” she smiles, nods and walks past him as she does he swats her butt. Her face hardens.
The loud noise of the diner surrounds her as she’s reminded she needs this job. All the thoughts constantly working through her mind have found focus. Even if she wanted to fork the man’s eyes out, she just can’t today.
Passing through the double doors to the kitchen she walks toward the refrigerator, enters then quickly exits. “Goddamn it! Can we not fuck where the food is!?” the cooking staff just laughs having watched her walk in, knowing. “Seriously” she huffs stamping back out onto the floor. Shoving passed the double doors mumbling about the state of the world.
She smiles at the customers and nods to the other girls who all have smirks on their naive faces. They all knew who was getting hers from the recently released. She can’t help, but wonder what young girls see in post prison sex. Shaking her head the kid from before is at the register she smiles down at her. The small girl no more than six smiles while slowly raising up her hand displaying a proud middle finger. She smiles bemused and shakes her head.
She’s happier now, thinking that she needs the money for rent and not the parasite she gave up.
She goes back behind the counter starting back at ten peaceful-motherhood is for the birds.

Mark the beast

Mark the beast and the tailor
took her down-oh how they shamed her!
Dressed her in their agony
pain inflicted-
passions unclean
stripped her of all she was
colored her in rags just because
mark the beast and bury the man
strip down the evils just because you can
nobody saw when they took her
just one man but we take it further
cannot believe the evil is human
so mark the beast-name it and burn it.

Bubbles make the world go round

Bubbles pop
and then they ooze
drop that acid that turns blue
everything is crystal clear
drive into the diamonds
the red pool near
bubbles pop
and then there’s fire
purple flames that burn the tires
as we drive down blackest road
the bubbles pop
the world explodes