bittersweetash

I spoke in to his eyes Hazel venom sparkled vindictively towards me Quickly, Roughly, Hands of needles poked holes through shallow hopes of romance faded into lust A shiver of fear creeps over joy, As nipples peak and burn against the glossy enamel of hungry teeth His face crawls down, a path of licking longing, desire begins to build Arching eager thrusts are thrown, His smile sings to me sultrily Palms grow sweaty, passion pulls me to the point. Fingernails scream across sticky skin, Moaning madness towards climaxing chaos Collapsed in arms of strength, Cigarette smoke lingers through the smell of sex I wonder who will be

Ash, that hash and exhale to your life, A narrowing spiral. As your lungs fill up with smoke again, you spin the radio dial. "Baby I am addicted to you".... The tipsy turning tones. The neighbor cheating on his wife moans, through the mossy walls "OH OH OH OH". Click your foot to the floor, the herb will only open other doors. Hazardous to thy mental health, this THC is making me melt. Puddles of neon pink pretty puckers Lick your lips, to feel her kiss. Enchanting echoes fill the void where one human touch made love now void Icicles begin to drip, from ceiling tiles, shattered... Someone rip me  back together a

Chemicals in my core. Sunsets sizzling through eyes of spitting serpents forced to scar. Tripping through tangled thoughts of suicide, I stupidly stumble for more. Creatures chase a choking calm Cocaine Into some septum "hell" of a pit. Crawl to me clarity...                                 because we have never met.

"You're going to eat me alive…" Buried in a toxic mire ground, wet earthy mucus fills my lungs "You're going to eat me  alive…" The thrilling thunderous thud brings my eyes open to a mysterious grand Shimmering silence slices through sanity Crazy in la la land

Foot prints engraved on the yellow brick path Glowing greatly towards someones destiny Pedals of Jack Daniels dandelions and Crown Royal roses such deadly temptresses of seduction... Burn me all the way gone Forget the road you have come to long Take a deep breath one more shot to avoid that mental break down I ponder which is worse mascara madness, drenched in salt stained earth or am I even real? Check my pulse I think I'm dying Sitting in a corner rocking back and forth Look up to the ceiling..where'd I put that self worth? In my head there is only demons.. drown them with push up bras and power hours? 5 for 5 Ill drink 'em

The walls are breathing again.. bubbled up and down oozing puss from demons you forgot had drowned.. Whiskey makes her frisky.. Champagne keeps her chatty and bubbles in her belly Stick your fingers out to feel it pop.. bang bang my world is spiraling...silly me spinning sour tunes of fuzzy records full of gloom electric sparks ignite the room The walls are laughing again... At you. The shadows creep across your face, A Jekyll Hyde lullaby plays.. in and out over a sob filled tune memories of a child dancing flutter on through then it is just the same old bleak black... and through the tunnel I begin to bounce back...

All the roads that I have walked all lead me back to a life I've tried so hard to blind away, but today is today... like every other way Softly, Slowly, Sleepily, Fall into dreams Or memories? Familiar scent fills my brain with an electric flash Too deep to snap out of this zombie trance back to the past I go Searing hot in darkness a light begins to play "look" he begs A man as white and wispy as a piece of chalk Pushes me down on a bed of sin "begin begin" he demands of the dream A muffled shout of my hazy self gets lost in pain "Again Again" my memory begins to fade This is the way his game is played.

Barred in blackness hides the truth Business suit as murky grey as the monsters toll Clawing creepily towards my soul "greedy greedy  greedy " he spurs a sour oil slick Atomic bombs blast white doves, Dollar signs lost in his eyes, glazed over green "Corporations, Economic boom, Market Crashes, doom doom  doom !", The radio blasts the familiar tune. Dangling flesh paints bloody fireworks and the massacre continues to lurk.

A withered hand decaying in a frozen land pulls me back. Nights are trying to burn me out. Time is ticking slowly, The clocks click, Inhale to the music of my brain cells screaming the bass as they fade away. Chronic kisses, smoking aces are becoming addictive. I've lost my way like every other rhyme, before.. before... Sometimes I still miss the jack The freedom to fuck, feel, flirt all at the bottom of a shot The one night stand that walks you through the door The tingle through your talking lips, The way the color blurs through a case of the spins. But the herb, the bird, the mary jane, the pot brings me to a place It has

The day my parents split up was not that strange. We lived in a state with an 87 percent chance of divorce. More people got divorced then drove mini vans. Lots of people talk about that when they are here, divorce that is. Johnny my group partner says the day he saw his Pa throw his Mama down the stairwell is the day his goodness died. He says he is here to get it back. He blames himself I suppose; sometimes I catch him crying in the mirror, his cheekbones jet out and the hollow sockets were eyes used to be just pour tears. I guess it’s hard for him you know?  He talks about his Ma in-group, her eyes mostly and how when the light shon