"Sailors, lost"

the silence is deafening tonight. the ocean crashes outside my window. At least it's those little things I remember. While the sounds of sailors lost echoes trumpet into my ears. I sense their agony, lost among the darkness of the sea.

i found myself like that once. Bobbing among the waves of life. Fierce black tongues lashing at the final essence of my soul. As anyone knows, living long enough on this marble. Things change, people to do as well. 

My little raft was only big enough for me. I barely stayed on myself as I bounced among the chaos. At night when darkness surrounded me I would put my ear to the raft and listen. Listen to those ghosts that haunt the oceans deep. I'm not gonna beg them to guide me to safety. 

They just as soon throw me to Posieden. All the discarded rats we are. Clinging to the last little morsal of solitude. The light that shines twice as bright, only shines half as long. I heard that once. 

Fitting I imagine to the scenereo that plagues me now. 

~ P

“The Little Child Crys in all of us”

We have a garden outside. It’s quite beautiful actually. It’s ten feet by six feet. The only trouble is that it’s surrounded by a ten foot barbed wire fence. How ironic we can’t even touch the very beauty that is in front of us. All because some nut might eat the flowers and choke to death.

Riiight, that mother fucker Lawrence. Damn him for ruining it for all of us.

Lucy down the street from me had a nice garden. They were Jehovah Witness’. A chatty group but harmless. I never understood why as a child you wouldn’t want to celebrate xmas. But then as I got older I realized that celebrating a day of consumerism to non existent people times two is insane to me. I am the sardine in the can. I am the myth in the halls. Not these two, they paint as fantasy figures of literature that could have been easily written on the back of a bubble gum card.

Lucy ended up moving away in the Spring. We were just sophomores in high school. She had braces, freckles with strawberry blonde hair. She actually resembled Strawberry Shortcake- odd that always was to me. I started to psychoanalyze myself at a young age because I wondered why I would get an erection around my sisters Barbies. I blame Lucy for that.

We held hands and kissed. My paws tried their best to slog through the maze of clothes in order to touch the holy grail- her bed was shrouded with stuffed animals and plastic dolls buried tight into shelves that contained every book from when she was a baby. My fingertips stretched towards that unobtainable goal. I felt the fleshy crease between her leg’s, soft pubes tickling me. Her body contorted in waves of emotion as my fingers pushed passed the moist skin. I started kissing her neck as she turned away to gasp. I assume this was her first time doing anything like this. But no one ever knows the show that goes on inside the head of a woman. Especially a sophomore.

As her little cuing began to accelerate, I thought this might be a good time to work on opening that avenue to pleasure faster. I withdrew my hand to see tinges of blood dotting my fingertips. I stared at them for the longest time, never seen anything like this before. Lucy started to unbutton her slacks. She noticed me, the blood- but before her lips even parted with the words, “Oh NO…!”

I shoved them into my mouth, savoring their pubescent taste.

A bombastic reality check hit me in the form of Lucy, who punched me dead center off the side of my head. Sending me ass over tea kettle onto the floor. The shock of her hit and thankfully landing on that soft beige carpet jarred me back to attention.

She snapped at me! Asking why I would ever want to taste blood! With the adage~ of “Why vaginal blood!” My response was a the exact response I felt as a person and as a 16 year old. The obligatory shoulder shrug. She really took offense of my action and hopped off the bed with the grace of a gymnast.

Planting her feet on either side of my head. I rose.

“You disgust me!"

As I wobbled to my size twelves, she slapped me in the face. I wasn't certain about the amount of abuse I was gettting for what seemed to be a beautiful moment or JUST a moment between two people I thought. Do I take it personal or was it a deep seeded issue that she had been harboring within her own desire to do or had done or had someone else done it before? I don't know. Frankly I didn't care. I just wanted to get the hell out of there without being hit again.

I came downstairs to a still empty house. She followed me as far as the top of the stairs and declared she didn't want to see me anymore. Frankly, I was fine with that.

As I started down, what she didn't realize was that I had obsconded a marker from her desk when I passed it by. About three steps in I began to scraul backwards with the letter "T" then "N" then "U".....that's as far as I got before she reached me and began screaming like a banshee. Grabbing the Sharpie out of my hand and yelling more obseneties at me.

"I guess it will be left to interpritation". I said.

With that I was out the door. I coud hear her angry cries echoing throughout the neighborhood. It was beautiful.

Her brother's bus had just pulled up as I hit the sidewalk. We gave each other the old "head nod," signaling that we acknowledged one another, but that's about it.

He was a nice enough kid. I'm sure he has caught more bullshit than he cares to admit from her. Perhaps his heart will be filled with glee as much as mine is right now when he lands home.

it got rough for me after that for a spell. But then again life is no picnic, except on holidays.

“Soldier of White”

Following the trenches of white that encircle the tiles

Each turning black with mold

How is it so cold

Even with the heat on, in here it feels like an artic hold on my skin

Which rises and falls with each tug I do

Pulling it taut and snapping it back

My skin begins to turn purple and black.

My nails are yellow with fungus and stench

Grime crawls up inside as if sitting on a bench.

Knuckles drag across the floor as I lay upon my stomach-

Just feet above the ground I soon will adorn.

Skin worn, each pass rubs me raw-

Soldier of WHITE ruffles my feathers not letting me take flight.

Cuffing me, don't you dare let me go. 

Sitting on my feet, they shackle me down below.

High above I will sore, not outside my body or dead at your door-

But beyond your reach, I will find, a place to lay and leave all souls deceased.

So Doctor please make sure you never let me free-

God help you if you do…

Those will be dark days set upon thee-

~ P

“Blue Girl”

Tick Tock goes the clock

Tick Tock goes the knock

Knock…knock…knock as the hammer comes down to land in the exact spot.

My teeth, yellow with disease

Yellow as a sunflower

Sinking into that piece of freshly cut meat I neeeed.

Delicate whispers of song and dance in my ear

Keeping me awake are the voices of yesteryear…

Dancing in my skull are puppets of the undead pounding against the marrow filled walls.

Christmas is the time for cheer

Time for joy

Time for jeer

Time to wrap, wrap, wrap up your dead.

Give it a nice bow instead.

Blue girl, blue girl where did they find you?

In a lake

In a pond

Or under a stake?

Blue girl, blue girl are you cold and grey?

Lips purple and blue to match the sunset today-

Blue girl, blue girl who found you?

A cousin?

A friend?

A foe?

Did the killer himself return you hoome?

~ P