Sunday, April 25, 2010

The Coolest of the Cool.

Gothic Film

Is it obvious,
Tim Burton might be a necrophiliac.






Ballad of River Phoenix

Beneath the lime streetlamps of Los Angeles,
Bonham Carter likely elopes -
with
River Phoenix's 23 year-old ghost,
to glide over golden streaks of acclaim.

Together tracing favorite side-walks,
skating the sleek wake, paved
by rime laced apparitions -
actors, musicians, and obsidian-clad models.
The most raucous of the rock-stars,
head-hunted by the dusk, revel on.

A brother, fizzling after a rally of brilliance,
felt a phantom congeal, in that marring interview.
Hip-hop, shades, and a beard - like rust.
Bizarre as the legacy of Thompson's psychedelic dream.

The most silvery ice is a guillotine,
too slick -
to heed premonition.
too fly -
to be forgotten.

Underwater

Perched like a shark in a tree,
Two sets of teeth -
The air in fresh waves
undulating in the deep sea,
I am
the transcendental vigilante.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Poetry

For LD



Sunrise Surprise



I woke up this morning,
pissed in a beer bottle,
shit in a pizza box,
and put it in front
of my neighbors door.
With a note that read -

"Part of this complete, breakfast."

Inspiration from the Gritty Underbelly of Society

12:35 AM

I am indefatigable like the cougar in the sycamore, with bright, green eyes.

Electric Smile

I am starting to run, faster, and faster into the night.