Awake.

Sleeping here, between these pages.
Lidded eyes lay content
within this pen
yet I'm dying in my nightmares
ceasing to exist within my dreams.

I'm sleeping here,
fingers reach out to touch the face in the mirror,
my face, my mirror, my dream.

I'm dying here, within these pages,
lidded eyes disintegrating like paper.

Words rotting into the dirt.

The Finish Line.

The smoking gun was the sound of the end,
Not the beginning.
That year that created wars,
bloodied thoughts on battlefields.
The year that tried to etch itself on my gravestone.

THIS YEARS SUMMER BLOCKBUSTER...

Based on the comic SPECIAL AGENT SUICIDE.

His mission? TO DIE. And to save the human race?

Starring:
...Tunnel Vision Ted!
...Disinterested Diana.
...Baron Von Bored!

AND INTRODUCING,

CAPTAIN NOWHERE! And The Unholy Sisters of Misery as THE VILLIANS.

Coming to a cinema near you.

Ophelia Blues.

I would have you drape me around your neck,
like a tooth on a chain,
a mounted head on a wall,
with glassine eyes and vacant mouths.

I am Ophelia at your feet

the woman in the pond

flowered deadwood in the stream

a murdered Sybil in the wings

Magdalene without redemption.

Unorthodox.

Chest full of coal,

stomach full of stones,

An untended garden,

sprouting poisonous blooms.

Scents that trace over linen,

Stripped walls of alabaster blue,

the smell in my hamper of you

waiting to be washed out of my life.