#writebrigade

The sound of the rain as it putters the window. The static of passing cars. Someone recites Satie through the spinning of vinyl. The mood of autumn even though it’s spring. High noon for those with a watch because the sun’s away on business. Hot temperatures promise to drop as soon as the working day dies. And the evening bell rung. That’s when I come for you. That’s when I put you to bed. And make you my own. Deep within the layers of your skin. I find my complexion heaven. Settling all carnal lust. Satiating appetites not yet known to begin. Here on the floors, out of totem to the old ways. We bang and bruise and crawl and fall into each other over and over. As a testament to the gods we howl his name Both in ecstasy and in vain. Because you won’t find him here. Among the blood and cum that binds us. My penance is in between your legs tonight. And yours when you let me in.

Grow up to be a big girl Lovely in all your forms Able to remain aloft No need to be alarmed when you do take flight And set yourself adrift Because lonely are the strange As the universe seeks fit - Host… Harvest… And heaven Just might be the miracle we asked for In taking flight you claim another And another For what it’s worth you’re perfect The ability to bring life Poised at its inception An obelisk counting hours Sounds like a lot of work But indisputable are its’ reward Miss matriarch - With your magnanimous bliss - Do sew yourself a brood Do continue to exist

They never tell you how gorgeous a graveyard is But they pray that you remain buried

JMH (circa 2010)

Dance around at a beheading Smoke your cigarette until it burns out I’m not asking I’m telling Can’t trust someone with nothing to lose Oh well Lead with your lucky side out Get them to look around The gun still registered to you Though you tried your best to file Point is that anything is empty If we can work it out Ask me which hand I masturbate with And cut it off…

Seek through your senses to end the pain Perhaps that power will set you free A scourge to endure And blood games begin Not let the maggots eat your dead flesh Like sun swallows moon Do make lust your priority And night your kingdom For now spare me your mountain song Because the hours have made me ill Like an eternal Turkish prison Tracing a tango of bone dust It’s okay I get it Defeat isn’t an easy light to let leave your eyes Grants strength upon its exit Like a wishing well of lost leaders Call upon existence if that’s what brings you peace But it doesn’t mean shit to me Do retire Do succumb Do carve my name into your arms as if you know anything It won’t stop the beating of the war drums Standing still makes your tits look great And walking even better As if they need it ‘Cause I once did Like ivory you killed elephants to get me Scream your grief at the first dying star you see Because roses look better at your bedside

JMH

JMH