Misfit curriculum

This iron tribute is of itself a prison
An inadequate little melody of sin
Doubt is lost while reviled saints haunt quietly
Brackish interplay of love's forgotten crucifix.

I want to kiss you until my lungs turn black
Seven burnt offerings, gifts of myrrh and filth
Your namesake forfeit to a ghost who feels your will
Surprised by an untrue silhouette, your past.

Innocence despoiled by those four words:
We encroach divisions with benevolent foreplay,
Are not the safest most unrestrained?
All the generalizations are appealing but only gone,
Dead fingers that reach for bone spirituality.

Chines people love
to scorn machines.

Denial is the
most sincere
form of
castration.

Mentally,
the American
people are not
ready for
redemption.

i mutilated my best friend yesterday.
there was a metal baseball bat in the garage.
twisted, shattered flesh and bone entwined.
ropey flesh like dead semen on the edge of the hacksaw.
the surest way to prove our friendship sincere.

Take my
hand, pretty
vixen.

love or make ill
i am unsure
my brain sits neglected
a petty purse that holds a pill

this night is light
beyond subtle abandon
though isolated yet
promised virtue, now regret.

BURN EAT
KILL KISS
CRY STEAL
STEAL KISS

Without hollow eyes
I sit here still, evacuated
and perpendicular to my
own head. I am
waiting to be delivered.