Posts Tagged ‘dark’

ravenhair

I had a dark secret love
Like a mull-plant hidden in the roof
Sapping my energy
I was always afraid
That the pigs would come and take my dark secret love away

I had a dark secret love
Like a case of genital warts
Irritating me constantly
So itchy, so itchy
Firing my paranoia and shame
And sending me to pharmaceuticals

I had a dark secret love
Of someone who didn’t love me
And it was a totally pointless exercise
In magnifying my suffering
And turbo-charging my loneliness

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Oh Winona, Oh Winona
You were so beautiful and fragile in Girl, Interrupted
You were so mysterious, and dark in Heathers
You were so Gothic,and porcelain in Betelgeuse
You were so archetypal of generation X in Reality Bytes
You have always been my ideal woman

There’s something wonderful about you
Your voice, your presence and your smile all radiate
Your body, your red lips, your waif-like vulnerability enthral me
Oh Winona, Oh Winona
You’re the only woman for me

There’s something wonderful about you
You rock the pixie cut, and turn on the universe
You exude Arctic cool like David Bowie on coke
Oh Winona, Oh Winona
You’re the only woman for me

I’ve heard that you’re still not married
I’m always checking up on you
Though I promise I’d never stalk you or creep you
Not even a little bit
You’re around my age now- you always have been
Though still alienly, scarily gorgeous
How about it?
I could be your backup husband
I promise I’ll love you till the heavens fall down
Oh Winona, Oh Winona
Winona, you’re the only woman for me

Drumheller Valley Storm Clouds

A poison rain falls on me
I am broken like a forgotten plate
I am shattered like a window by a baseball bat
I am drowning in pain
I am buried in melancholy
So hard to get traction in the mud and the mire
With malevolent crows waiting to pick out my eyes
And vultures circling in a dream of my dead flesh
Behind me a vicious beast pads along
Satisfied in a pace that intimidates
Waiting to eat me up like a potato chip
A beast with horns, a beast with fangs like razor blades
A beast wit foul breath and a stench of rotting meat
Covered in shaggy purple fur with blood red eyes that glow in the dark
My back aches from a multitude of steps in this miserable pilgrimage
I know it will be over soon
Death will come as a longed for kiss
Then silence

winonaagain
I was glad when she smiled at me,
A dark pretty lady on Saturday with a smile that kills evil,
Who writes poems like Sylvia Plath- all twisted and complex,
And knows inscrutable secrets that I can’t begin to imagine.
Dance with me, my dear, through the twilight and the half-light,
Lurk with me in places where they do not know our names,
Let’s be melodramatic and devil-may-care all over the streets of our town.
I want to wake up to your delicate features and your sweet red mouth like honey and give you an avalanche of kisses,
I was glad when you smiled at me.

Published in the Bitchin’ Kitsch