The gargoyles protect my silver crest-
the one that is tucked in a trinket box.
The piercing voices sew my mind.
And then they notice.
It was the bleeding that gave it away.
The bleeding of thoughts that seeped through the faulty key-hole.
And when it accumulated and poured,
like a stream of screams,
they stopped taunting.
Their attempt of mopping the clots off the page was more like
stabbing ink and scribbling words.
I’m more of a composer.
The words rush through my mind like: electrons in a circuit;
a glut of gore from the wound of weakness; a torrent of insanity from the beer head.
And then I have to stop.
That’s the most difficult part-
having to discipline and arrange thoughts to create art.
It takes time
and time is what you (nor I) do not have.
So let the words ooze- let them boil with thought.
Let the words dance through your veins and circulate your body.
Then throw them together, give them more clout and
etch them onto whatever is near- paper, wall, table or skin.
Let your words clog somebody’s arteries.
His animated eyes are bulging with anticipation:
playtime; attention; food!
His distinct smell cuddles up to my nose and wriggles inside my nostrils.
His ears perk and his charming head snaps
a little to the right.
He falls to the ground, whimpers and scrubs his skull-
he is just too much.
My mind is lubricated
with the wine of thought-
it seeps pleasure
and craves empty bottles.
The tornado of infinite joy
licks the glass
like an overzealous lover.
When the glass becomes dry
the pirates’ wife comes out to play.
She teases my lips,
numbs my throat
then contaminates my cadaver
with her black, spicy spirit.
Her whisper is a
clap of thunder
and captures me
like a grapnel
as I become squiffy
and load the gun walls.
I gave you the stars, you passed me a rose.
I told you a story, you sighed.
I listened to you and your tangled worries and waited for you to listen to mine.
I’m neglected and you’re still aching.
I can’t extricate the bonds
but I promise you that
I’ll always be patient.
That caffeine high.
insert creative fuel
seduce my delusional heart.