Returning

Barely beating,

Blind,

And Broke,

Heaving,

Heavy,

But hopeful,

This tick tocking,

Tacking,

React,

Retracting,

I will return.

Golem

I raise you clean spirit,

Of the earth,

From sacred ground,

And secret mound,

Of happy singing skulls,

And fornicating cadavers,

Your footsteps of dirt,

Across my creaking wooden floor,

And your handprints of mud,

Smeared on white wall,

From room to room,

Your whispers to me,

Dust in my ear,

As my lips quiver,

And crack.

City of the Dead

Storm this city of dead black blood,
Shake its foundation,
With your screams of the moment,
As you dig our trenches,
Sharpen our bayonets,
And build our barricades,
Let God swim straight through you,
Let Him bleed into me,
Let the Devil come in too,
And suck me dry,
I am dull of all this,
Lame to existence,
On a cot with mangled limbs,
Blue balls,
And severed heads,
Feeding the ravens,
And feeding the crows,
You make me feel new,
You make me feel whole.