Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Your Disbursement:


apprehensions
embrace me
 profuse comprehensions...
the tumbling sensation
in the depths of my being
how poles apart veracity can be
dissimilar verges
i have stood unseeing
enchanted in my own skin
a membrane
a crust
a malaise
of my personal piddling plights
all the while
making merry
at your disbursement



~csr

Thursday, July 22, 2010

anymore



so fucking sick
    of my sensitivities
    thought-full-ness
      acting as some type of force field repellant. 
the fact that if i could turn it off …
    it might actually turn you on!?!?


so fucking ready
      to have a lobotomy
      and join the party
        of fuck you ...
            before you fuck me!
         go to red-alert!
            at warp-factor 10
            shred the fucking fabric of space! 
             overload my plasma conduits
              rattle and roll
              until my ship flies apart!


i don’t want to care!
i don’t want to think!
  i don’t want...
     to feel... ... ... anymore.



~csr

Monday, July 19, 2010

voice of night




kiss of sultry air

spellbinds… saturating me.
the soft voice of night


~csr

a better friend

flatter her?
  she’ll flatten you
sink her teeth
   right into you

prod and poke
   scratch and stab
in verbal joust
   you will be had

she’ll wear a mask
   to ward away
then bust your balls
   cos' you won’t stay

look straight through
   your crooked smile
and call you out
   like your on trial

don’t pin her down
   she can’t be still
she’ll slither
   out from under you

her shrewd advice
    she gives for free
will lead you
   clear calamity

for all her wisdom
   on her shelf
her only blind spot
   is herself

though some may warn
   “she’ll be your end”
you’d be pressed to find
   a better friend




~csr