I Do It Anyway
You are a killer
I know that
I think everyone knows that at this point
You are ancient, yet your deadly form is relatively new
You’ve been killing for a good century now
You’ve killed millions upon millions
Your name cannot be uttered without remembrance of the lives you’ve laid waste to
Oh and how you’ve murdered
So quietly and elegantly
Blackening lungs and hearts
Yellowing teeth and fingers
Rotting organs from the inside out
Gently rolling from victim to victim with careless dispassion
You are a killer
I know all of this
I know this not in a theoretical way, but in a factual one
There’s no maybe I’ll make it
There’s no maybe I’ll be the lucky one
I know you’ll kill me just the same as all the rest
You won’t even blink an eye at claiming my soul too
You are a killer
And you will kill me
This I know
Yet, as I put your slender body to my lips
And breathe you in,
Those thoughts
Are the furthest thing from my mind
A Boy and His Collie
The noise continues
I toss and turn, tortured
Some compare the sound to logs being cut
But I find it’s closer to an engine
On its last leg
An uneven staccato of gasps and groans
Sleep along with my sanity
Tumble headlong
Into the well of her open mouth
If only there were a boy and his collie around
To save me before the water pulls me under
The Comedian
They’re afraid to be around me
Watching their every move
As if they were spies
Not wanting to laugh
Not wanting to smile
Not wanting to be themselves
They’re afraid their humanity
Will betray them
They’re afraid if I catch them as they are
That I’ll wave my magical pen
And turn them into a punchline