THOUGHTS THAT RAMBLE AIMLESSLY

Cruel words
Insensitive
A hammer to my head
My
How I wish they were loving instead
Transcendental curse
Apathy
A fate
So much worse
Euphoric “might have beens”
Familiar dread
Creeping in again
Glaring exposition
Of my deepest sins
Artistic thoughts
I bend them like a “C” note
Rhythmic
Laced with arsenic
So deep
Burning fiercely
Wicked Guitar riffs
Road to nowhere stiffs
Frustrating “what ifs”
Prosperity
Ultimately
Leads me to raw misery
Thoughts that ramble aimlessly
Poetic Pneumonia
Three Witches haunt me
In the vein of Macbeth
Slowly choking me to death
Bittersweet last breath…….


© Bill Grimes Jr. 2012

NO SUCH THING AS LUCK

Amber melancholy
Disenchanted haze
No
I’m not amazed
In fact
It’s quite the opposite
Lack of sleep for days
Delicious
In so many ways
My social graces
Fading
Cause I just don’t give a fuck
No such thing as luck
Warped propaganda
Obsolete remorse
Pale hooves approaching
Thundering
White Death Horse
Reminds me of divorce
It all boils down to this
A fascinating kiss
Transcendental bliss
Tomorrow and today
Somehow
I’ll make my way
To His sacred place for me
My reason to be……

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2012