Shards

Mirrors are fragile...
Bending as borne lassitude of image
Cracked as irony caved on its own weight
Broken, but laced well
If it jams, you force it
Or rein-force-mentally frame it -
Bits and pieces of you
Peep through spiked ‘n cynical boarders
To shield what then was reflection
Of yours
In a thinking far too fragile to endure
Stones of truth bombarding conscience
Only to catch yourself in splinters
Over and over
Tossing and twisting shards into your slit palms
Subtly embraced in the ecstasy of bleeding’s
Tepid feel
Of crimson flow
Pooling glass at your feet
As footpath
Made to bless heels in what bleeding
Began with piercing edge of denial...
Caustic blades of untruth being told
And one pain pane of glass you shattered
In battle of self

Demon warfare

There's a war
Staked among silent orbits
Of atoms and their dances
Choreographed
Glint of silver, pressed
Beaten and cured to concrete bullets
But this
Won’t stun vampires anymore.
Through mastery and masonry
Forged of black steel
They sharpened
Swords for stung teeth, ironed
Against their withering tongues
Took heed of wisdoms...
And details
Patterned in dreams of slumbering cities
Caught our vices
Cobwebbed, hanging
Draped our skeletons, dangled in chaplets
At bedsides
And beside our closets
Cramped of solitudes
Snide n’ sinful secrets we held store
Blasphemies of all sorts –
And metal,
Shards piercing flesh as arrows
Stifled echoes we though best to swallow
From being heard...
But they have come to learn what’s clandestine
Casket of fears we hid behind, mirrors
Beckoning rebirth of these chided demons
Biting and twisting silver like smiths do
Turning and shaving angles off bullets
Till quietly seething warheads within us
Take mutiny against our own skins

S P A C E D O U T

I've made friends
In dark 'n cold space behind doors
Neatly hung on those walls
Of dispensaries.
Names are hypnotic
And have tricked me to believing
They won't play my psyche
For too long...
But Mary go round,
Came round
And landed my footing right
Where I started
To reality realizing
She only keeps coming
Back
If i take her down again
And again
With Johnny Black
Over, and over
Till i shot stars
And hung their halos
Round my eyes
And skull
Gazed in awe
Of astroidal collisions
And meteors
And how they gnawed
At planets
As i did my own skin
Created
Craters for hiding
My very life inside
The bombshell I made of it
Desperate to find within
Shrapnel of me
Who i was before
Meteors i sent hurling
At myself
Exhausted
Like footpaths carved
Solid by comets
And trailed regrets
Like stardust
Till i force
Me to swallow what
Emptiness i've found
In loss
And spaces -
Vacuum
Airless...
Me
No more.