motel (8/23/2015)
BLEED BLEED BLEED
soaked innitĀ and spat out
a reign of fists and averted eyes
split from spine to stomach
stuffed back in with crime and malice
COWARDS--
DIE DIE DIE
a hate stamped thin with leather boots
prostetic burning incest, battering
spattering: spit and bile and semen
storms of slamming doors and midnight, smiling purges
BASTARDS---
FUCK FUCK FUCK
Lipstick theives of ruby red
hailing hellhounds, basset-nosed
leading nightmares to yer bed
ice-prick claws cooling post-war stares
death rattles ribs like cages, the heart's affair
SLUTS; WHORES
we will never die
so long as you denounce us openly in choir, come to our usual meeting place, in obscura at our gates, wracking, needing, wanting so badly to be maimed, needing so badly to be hurt, needing so badly to feel again
red stains standing out against plush divorce-trophy carpets
filling the kids' schedules so you can let the emptiness in
then let the emptiness out
screaming bliss from the high rise hotel, paid hourly in alimony
begging
begging
begging to be choked to the line
snorted and coughed and vomitted
killed in a microwave
fucked by the filthy cutting membersĀ
in your escape from butchers' bay
rest in the pieces you paid extra to be quartered into
pushed over every unforgiving edge at once
This is hell; this is bliss.
Stu Buck
Mon 24th Aug 2015 16:26
This is great. the angry side of your writing reminds me a lot of john darnielle's lyrics for the mountain goats, specifically the songs on tallahassee. he has the same rage and hatred but he (like you) filter it through the mundanities of relationships and the little details of life. if you only listen to one song (assuming you dont know him, which you may) listen to oceanographers choice. its the breakdown of a relationship in 3 minutes and the lyrics are brilliant.