Hearing the VROOM VROOM VROOM! of the blade didn’t help
She was still going to die, but maybe it did help

Laurie’s mind jumped from thought #3 to #533 and that was good...

Brick by brick the light fades

Moment by moment my mind empties
Spilling out useless things:
my old pack of gum
the knife I just bought up at Frank's
a picture of my cousin getting married

Just another cockroach
breathing in the slime

Just another failed child
looking for a dime

Lost in the old world
rotting in the new

Look up hopefully
but never seeing blue

Where the wind blows ice
sharp enough to cut skin

Where the snow consumes
animals cry out in frigid pain

Where the trees are dead
reminders of a simple
warmer time

but isn't it you who would want to grab something,
fold it, kiss it
and then just toss it in the air,
turn around and completely forget about it?

There is this field where all the wild flowers grow. Each one full, proud, vibrant and perfect. Except one. There is a lone flower amongst the others, a single flower which is different.

A heart within a heart
beats

Two things become one
creating a creature unknown to this world
a beautiful creature
bread for love

Crushing everything in its path
laughing
giggling

We look for the easy way out
We cuddle with steel
We rule with our fists
We give it up for a dime

Someone along time ago messed up
Connecting the green to the blue
No you fool

84 wet white teeth barring
4 eyes, keen, watching
8 paws extending its claws
2 wolves

An arena
Fit for two
Bread for one thing

Blood

The white wolf attacks first

Bubbles spew from test tubes
Naked fetuses make home here
Swimming
If the dead can swim

Over in a dark corner is a caged beast
Two brown, pointed ears
Four tiny little paws
One fluffy tail

The black slime dripped
Covering this patch of grass
No one saw it
Too small for anyone to notice

Thats where it learned
Where it grew
Taking everything in

I was playing with my marble bag
Filled with yellows and light blues
Tiny worlds
Living as one

A black marble has entered
Darkness has made its home
A virus has been born

Gray hair all over
My face is a mess
I haven’t shaved in months
This is how i present myself to the flame

The one locked in the chained box

It wants to race
Race to the end

You know that feeling when the sun is the moon?
When the devil is your friend?
When you feel envy for a beautiful flower?
I do

Wearing a skin that doesn’t fit
Each day it tightens

I want to be remembered
Maybe to be famous
Not a rocker
Famous Actor
Or a billionaire

I want to be famous for me

For running on the sidewalk
Without touching the cracks