RASPBERRY ASSHOLE HEART...
...Trouble starts when a lady smiles and I know that smiles for me
feeling fetal, in a toxic state of mind
My pain, your pain, its all the same forever
The flaccid eyes of an angel watch
As his wings are plucked, deprived of flight
A fallen god thus cries in anguish
I have no sorrow only spite
Its the melting pot humanity
Our personal insanity
A primal scream
The soul serene
The lights go out, a shot is seen
Its through your brain like no tomorrow
bur your kind of glad cuz you were broke and hungry anyway
Neither here nor there, it doesn't matter
When you are dead and the crying stops
Thats enough for me
Rubber Idiots chew on swollen tongues
as the liquid night chimes the dinner bells.
A sordid moment profound confused
hangs from gallows so pleasing.
Broken arrows shattered on hearts of stone,
with faces reeling from the stinging pain of unforgotten sorrow,
as some pea brain laughs like a dwarf
at the thoughts of a dead God,
where death stands bleak and vertical,
a plastic flamingo in heat.
Phallic nodes of reason whorl
with the sparks of the crystalline idols.
Its rodent love
with fragments of burning skies screaming
like the dead nuns and the cheap whores of the street
She was my raspberry asshole heart
I loved her like a thorn .
She treats me like cinder.
An ashtray hard,
and I watch her like a sick polyp with a rolling jones
as she fancies the peglegged fiddler
with the testicles like deep fried clams,
as I stand by crisp and lacking .
She was my raspberry asshole heart
Stiff, like crown of thorns on a helpless stranger
Hanging like creek erosion, all scabby, and scarred,
but pouting like a child
My raspberry asshole heart sings like iron in magnetic reflection,
mulling over all this horseshit like a cheap explanation
MY RASPBERRY ASSHOLE HEART !
Her eagle claws shred my love
deep, embodied, yet void of spirit,
like shards of metal in soft flesh left to dance in my decay !
My bleeding heart, spattered and splayed by the face of a pretty girl
whose eyes are held by thoughts of a tiny dwarf in a fast car.
Her brain spinning on his lies
like a chunk of ice in a storm drain
HAH !!!
A rose and a poem won't soften things .
There are no feathers in the wind
She is as bleak and futile as a dry womb .
Her smiles are oily
I am blood and water .
We shall never mix...
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Born in Buffalo NY. Educated at S.U.N.Y. at Buffalo
with a degree in oil painting. Grew up between two steel plants and a toxic waste dump. The only polak in an all Irish neighborhood. Home sweet home. Expected to make steel. Not to think. Never made steel. Still waiting to think. Too much lead in the drinking water. Will wait some more...Currently living happily in Melbourne Florida with a wife and two children...
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