Brain Dead

Nights like these are absent of breeze,
absent of light, but in need of a savior.

He glides into the bleakest back alleys:
no savior, but a fae in a longtailed coat.
Pecking playful kisses on graying lips
to check the drunkards for signs of life.

Nights like these are absent of breeze,
absent of gentleness, yet he still floats.

Broader shoulders than a fae ought bear
lift the unconscious figures up high.
Arms swinging in the cool midnight light
to the feral stride of the step-less man.

Nights like these are absent of breeze,
absent of certainty, or a clear fate.

Unknowing dolls lay at the forest’s foot,
stirred in their own punishing cocktail.
The fae, holding a long silver pin too tight,
nudges open the sleeping eyes forever.

Nights like these are absent of breeze,
absent of objection and knowing thought.

Grinning broadly, with moss dogged teeth,
the fae stitches expression into his toys.
Confusion, fear, hate, love, and pain
are sewn out of spittle-softened milkweed.

Nights like these are absent of breeze,
absent of humanity, thought, or remorse.

Child of Belial

Slow was the first pulsation of this heart
but fast would its thrum be through life.
Mother read in the stars on the chart
that we were to embrace you as eventide
embraces the light that is soon to depart.
You unsettled us with the fixated yellow grin:
we knew sanity and your smile were apart
from the moment you held the bluntest knife
and set into mother’s skin a most demonic art.

Evening Oil Smudge

Drops of boiled beeswax
poured into the lap of eventide
fixed up the familiar face

Soul syphoned as tax
with lips forever widely untied
yet draped in smatters of lace

Bright acrylic lacs
whispering old words that formed and dyed
a novel paint palate case

Dry anticlimax
from feeble watercolor tears cried
at night end's bitter disgrace

Broken into scraps
less than what it could and would provide
more than all it could erase

Feast on You

The beads of your sweat dance
As glitter in the dull candle light:
Pooling in tiny wells of anticipation
Purified in the heat of subtle terror.

My beautiful centerpiece
Trussed up securely
A hungered entrée display

Admired with heavy breaths,
You're examined by ravenous eyes,
Traced by the fingers of libidinous desire,
For patience wears at starvation's tolerance.

Let sharpened blade be unsheathed
Let us feast on you
To satiate this hunger

Watch your warm entrails drip
With the remaining lucid seconds. 
My pitiful meal, how shameful you've become
Watching your heart stop beating in love's cold hand