[Uncategorized] - Hunting Grounds

The greatest and only revenge that I can wreak upon you
Is to offer you as fresh meat
To stave off the wolves

They will come from the hollows and caves of my cerebrum
And most days I'll lose them in the folds
Wriggling my way through the maze
Until I reach the skull bone cliffs
And sleep with my back to them

[Uncategorized] - 1 Corinthians 6:12

Saul of Tarsus was choking on non-permittive space -
Stop me if you've heard this one before
Bring the face of God into something and
- If it doesn't collapse into a zero point starburst,
Ignition to nova in simultaneous motion -
It'll burn away all the flotsam in the vacuum
All the wreckage of dead bodies in the black sea

[Canvases] - Silver and Gold

1.

There was a boy named Silver
There was a girl named Gold
And they each bore up a quiver
And they each bore up a bow
They went to kill the sacred hart
That they hunted in a dream
But they found first an aged bard
Skipping stones across a Stream
His lute was old and tired
His eyes were clear and bright
His arm was taut and wired
His pebbles sang in flight
They stopped to ask if he would tell
Where they could find their prey
They watched him as his smile fell
And he knelt begging as to pray

[Prompt] - Our Epithalamium

Prompt: "Take the words of every first line of every poem you've had a prompt and make a new poem out of them." - Chris Fratz


Our Epithalamium

oh grace suffocated long ago
by whiskey and coals and war
and i am redeemed by
a wedding ring

so let's go prepare, for
there's news and you know
i am saved of my will
for its sacred pact: “yes”

oh love, she's
always breaking brighter than
my bright broken bones,
now a white powder

mark its words and force
it was for remembrance, and
sometimes i remember all we got:
burnt creatures and a breaking god

[Prompt] - Carnival

Prompt: "The first person account of a summer carnival at night but slowly we learn that the speaker is crazy, and actually exploring an abandoned carnival in winter." - Adam Clarke


Carnival

Oh my God, it's all so bright!
Sweetie, remember all the winter nights
We ached for all the smells and sights,
The cotton candy and the Ferris lights?

[Prompt] - New Blood

Prompt: "Write what is going on in the tortoises head each time he comes across the hare and the hare subsequently sprints ahead again. Including the start and finish of the race... Oh yeah and the tortoise is a serial killer..." - Kurt Cziriak



New Blood

Leg 1.

Oh yes.
Oh. Yeeees.
This is the field of battle
But should we call it battle
If it will end in massacre?
We shall call it battle still
And battle it shall be, though-
What?
Oh.
Oh yes of course.
Yes you see I ignored
The Ready, yes, and The Steady,
And I even ignored the-
No. Not by accident.
You see, there is a

[Prompt] - Salvage

Prompt: "A poem about a therapist, walking home from work and thinking about his or her day." - Michael Patrick Oakley

Salvage

Sometimes

I wish I kept track

On a little scoresheet

Wins v. Losses

Like a sociopath would do

Just so I could see how much higher

The former

And just how few

The latter