dark wood hermit

a mad hermit
in dark wood
of mind
carving reality
with steel
seeking a gnosis
not found bound
in books
he eats his own
careful to skip
that precious bone

The Ultimate Price | A Collaboration with Lauren M

I can't let you hear
            ragged panting breathing
  I need to be hidden
                            below
                    so cover me
                      whole with
                          your body
           smother & jetblacken me

                  maybe I'll come up for air

                                  eve nt ually

bloodkiss
        hot lips   your teeth
  tear the sutures clean to drinkme
                          eatme
                        fuckme

                           alive

                      fill me lover
          make me banshee howl
             nightsongscream
           wash my limp skin rags
     scrub my worn flesh clean

           an umbra eye-witness
 to sickness and laughter 
          nails clipped rough 
   from their beds
           as we assume 
             our positions 
      [in the funeral home
                           after]

pale legs wrapentraptwine
       and draw hold tight
     in wine-stain'd lace
          neither of us will
     sleep this winter night

   NOW:

               nail me down 
           bury me|six inches deeper
          bone grinding in the morgue
             & the director weeping harder
                 than the preacher

Lauren, from The Lexicon, once again lets me ride on her coattails for this, as she described it, a nec/romance piece we wrote together recently. I always enjoy when I have the opportunity to work with Lauren, as the pieces we have collaborated on over time seem to write themselves (okay, she does most of the heavy lifting, who am I trying to kid? I get to be the slacker).

I haven’t put the call out recently, but I am generally open to collaborative writing as long as the chemistry works between all of the writers involved (I’ve worked on pieces with as many as five poets on a single piece in the ancient past and it was only possible because we all shared a very warped sense of humor and it bled the piece through and through). Post a comment below, or use my contact form, if you’d like to try to work together on a piece of writing or DAW-based music.

#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 28: “Non-Consensual Seizure” — Thistle Thoughts [Reblog]

Jennifer (@ Thistle Thoughts) is another writer that I’ve stumbled upon in the past few weeks that regularly wows me (rather, she stumbled onto me and I checked out her own site after she’d kindly decorated a few of my own posts with stars). It might be the time of year prompting her verse, and I’m always a sucker for the dark and macabre — especially when well done — and she’s been on a roll the past week or so, so I thought I’d give her a shout out. Tuesday’s post was also a very compelling read for me. Take a moment and check out one or both.

they slapped a lot on me, a lot into me, I was mummified…
#OctPoWriMo 2021 — Day 28: “Non-Consensual Seizure” — Thistle Thoughts

Into the dark

Autumn, then winter, creep in and play games with our emotions here in the land of lakes and snow and purple royalty described by a symbol. They call it “indian summer”, which seems like in this day and age to be an incredibly un-PC phrase, though I can’t put my finger on exactly how it is aside from the appropriation of a false nationality to a people the US did it’s best to exterminate before the last plague to assault our shores. “Native American summer” just doesn’t have the same ring to it, so I suppose that if we want to be more politically correct, we should start calling it “false summer”, or the period before it a “false autumn”. Chances are, someone will say I’ve hurt the feelings of the seasons now with my insensitivity.

It’s all too complex, if you ask me.

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