Confidant #3

Confidant #3

Your hair is red because I weave
a phantom fair that shall not leave
me to a grind and pomp for death
where grain of sand and salted breath
reveals a lair of fallen nod
to beggar what is left of God.

Your eyes are what I wish to see
before that snake envelops me
within a gut of dull surprise
where all is new but all reprise
somehow perhaps molecular
with bits of dust most secular.

Your smile because I will it so
becomes one fuse sparkling low
among those souls who faintly bray
and stand between the night and day
to wither in the cool and dry
awaking neither you nor I.

Confidant #2

Confidant #2

A king be gone,
his bones now dirt.
So keep me clear
beyond my flirt.

A queen be dead,
her crown is dreck.
Protect me from
this watered wreck.

A prince returns,
his grace shall breed.
Repay me now
what charm I need.

Confidant #1

Confidant #1

Dry bones bleed for wasted want
comforting my confidant.

Maggots feed enchanted croon
flowering the dead lagoon.

Baby, baby, what you got
cadillacs a waiting rot.

Grim things creep on busted haunt
begging for my confidant.

Worms shall keep all holy dooms
muttering in muted rooms.

Baby, baby, what I say
cadillacs a scary way.

Sorrows breed the ghoul of flaunt
grasping at my confidant.

Fatal greed in damp decay
fingering an aching clay.

Baby, baby, what you got
cadillacs my broken knot.