Thursday, April 4, 2013
damned chapel
damned chapel
the facility chapel
is a mousetrap
giant bible bait
on a
fat
bone of the earth
pedestal
rising
Jesus
the consummate actor
staring
from the confines
of a cheap frame
crushed crackers
bread crumbs
yellowed paper
mixing with
the corpses of
spiders
empty walls
the color of phosphorescent
overhead
lights
suck up
the last
humanity
paper snowflakes
on a fake Christmas tree
stand in
for winter
the courtyard
is empty
it takes a whole lot
Written by Mike Linaweaver
Posted on 03-20-13
noir
noir
this is capitalism
and she knows it
the world ends
on the stage
at her feet
she spins around
an entomologist’s pin
the levers of doom knuckle back
black lights
a DJ
at the bar
Mary has a fan club
she steps down
like genocide
she goes liquid
you married
buy me a drink
she says
you from here
she is murder
I
cant
look
you’re rude
anyone ever tell you that
only you
I say clouds in the alleys
I can see the future
she is simple
with simple moods
she leaves with me
on high heals leaning
into the mass
of civil failures
the murder of God
pooling in the corners
we leave together
pretending again
to be you
anywhere but here
then its just a room
the carpet even matches
the floor in the bathroom
her hair is night
after
want to talk
she says no
because you will hear
but not listen
I know she is right
so
she smokes
clouds again
little silk funerals
she shapes them into
O’s
where will we go
going nowhere
nowhere to go
nothing left of us
until tomorrow
Written by Mike Linaweaver
Posted on 03-16-13
one night
one night
bitter moon
and helpless
cartography of
howling dogs
cast them out to sea
night
birds
warbling
to remain
is of
star’s death
dreams
once more
Written by Mike Linaweaver
Posted on 03-11-13
bar girl
bar girl
she
is
black jazz
sitting on a
bar stool
the
mad
cursive
of
shape
her
legs
crossed
willing
time
to
stop
centering
herself
on the
horizon
this
humble
creator
Written by Mike Linaweaver
Posted on 03-11-13
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)