- mom: don't eat the cookies yet, they just came out of the oven and are too hot
- me: fire cannot kill a dragon
The devil needs a therapist.
Wears the screaming like a scarf
Suffering in his breast pocket.
Cupid has an inferiority complex.
Juliet is more of a horror kind of girl.
And Orion never even wore a belt.
He’s a classy bitch.
Atlas lay down and the sky didn’t fall
Herculean in muscle and sorrow.
The Loch Ness monster ate her children
Never dared show them tomorrow.
The world is round and I do not love you.
Oh the world is round
It is so easy to make someone speak once they’re dead.
—Sam Cook - “God in Code”
You’re going to find yourself
As many gods as you can lay your hands on
And sell both sets of your granddaughters teeth
To priests with miracles under their fingernails
And even that will not be enough
to save you
He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine.
Cradling the bones of your chest
If I will love you.
And I, brittle, senesce.
Liver bloated on last night’s meal
I find sunlight a pick axe,
And the soft tissue behind my eyes
Traitorously veined with metallic blood.
I knock back pills
To cut a few cords
between brain and skull
And disconnect myself
Just a little
There is no mortal that may dare
Carve you from the mountains
There will never be enough hell on earth to build you
And trust me when I say
There’s an awful lot of hell down here.