The Creaking Walls
nightmarish whispers through the concrete
echo into the dark, deep midnight, as the bourbon
river stops, for good; needles broken and thrown away
in far away dumpsters for other wingless angels to find,
one last effort to balance the crimes, to restore an inexplicable balance.
turtledoves die together, falling from the skies with a single cry,
flaming meteors penetrating the stratosphere,
wounds can never be healed with an apology,
cheap pre-prepared speeches do not cut the chase,
“forgiveness”; what’s the fucking point?
tequila’s poured, strong and pure, seeking for a long drinking bout before
succumbing to the whims of a coward new world;
horny demons escape the infernal pits, fallen angels meet
in the dens of dark alleys—there I too was, an observer
between immortal sinners, and it felt perfectly alright.
far better nights than the ones of today, sober and clean nights
of nothing to do, nowhere to be, away from broken drinkers
and whores, nevermore the rough nights of alley fights, bourbon drinking,
and needle sharing; everything to destroy the vessel, yet no storm
would sink the damn indestructible ship that yearns for death.
empty hearts and cold livers, bruised thoughts that render the nights
sleepless, breathlessly running through the alleyways of yesterday
in vain search for the meaning that was thrown into a garbage can
so long, long ago that it doesn’t even make sense… nonsensical
words, and lines, and words, and thoughts, wherefore
does the cat walk on the rail, the mouse hides under the bush,
the cockroaches mate by a worn-out mattress and we’re still here
and there,
in the shooting galleries and the mansions,
still searching, still shooting,
drinking and fucking,
loathing the moments, despising the hours,
annihilating the world from within,
shooting nightingales down and making stews out of sparrows
for we’ve grown tired of the same old songs and we need no birds to
sing—where to find them, though, when we’ve killed them all
but the heartless pigeon hustling its way toward undeserved immortality?
Horror Sleaze Trash 