Poète Maudit

Please enjoy this short selection of miscellaneous poetic works by the Author of this blog.

I am naked

hungry and afraid

Dark. So dark. 

The scent of cedar

Mildew and rot. 

Decay. 

I am alone. 

So lonely. 

I am afraid. 

The taste of rust

acrid in the air

as mud and rain

pour from 

my feeble wrists

into a river. 

A rumble. 

A crack! 

Illumination. 

I am the last of my kind. 

Endangered. 

Endangered? 

I am extinct. 

I long to consume you. Flesh, blood and bone. Watch, as I unhinge my jaw and swallow you whole. You do not struggle. You allow yourself to be taken in. Your flesh will be my flesh, your bones will be my bones. I will consume you.

I long to be crushed. I long to suffocate under the weight of it all. To slowly be smothered. I long to feel my bones shatter as I am pressed. I long to feel the last shallow breath escape my lungs. I long to submit to the hopelessness. I long to be numb.

I am a mushroom, a starfish, a star wish. I am the dreamscape, the Earth song. I am poet, I am prophet, I am freak. I am a mushroom.

I draw the blade slowly across my feeble wrist. What a mess you will have to clean up.

There is a vein

pulsing

on her brow.

Tick tick

Her eyes

blue

stare off behind me.

To where?

I often wonder

if she dreams

of a life without me.

As she adjusts

a lock of hair

behind her ear

I reflect on

these things

and watch the

tick tick

pulse on her brow

Sleep, baby, sleep

Sing the song of the deep

Return to God's bosom

For you he shall keep

Sleep, baby, sleep

Sing the song of the deep

Leave your mother and father

To live on and weep

Sleep, baby, sleep

Sing the song of the deep

While others are born,

Learn to crawl, walk and leap

Sleep, baby, sleep

Sing the song of the deep

Return to God's bosom

For you he shall keep

I wish my life was simple

Eat, sleep, fuck

I wish I lived as I pleased

Drag, fag, queen

I wish this all was easy

Straight, bi, queer

I wish my life was simple

He, she, fuck

I am not a machine

I am not made of metals

I am just a flower

With delicate petals

I have been here before. This place seems so familiar.

My name. I don't remember my name.

These hands. Are these my hands? They seem alien, and somehow foreign.

I live inside this frame, this form. This is my body. Muscle and sinew, flesh and blood.

My name. What is my name?

A long blue vein across my thin wrist - I see it pulse faintly, in time with the beating of my heart. Tick tock, tick tock.

Is this real? Is any of this real?