Monthly Archives: September 2015

Kings of the Fall, Part Two

Walk the king’s road the king’s way: head held high in the dead of night

Bounced out of the club, bloodied and looking for the next fight,

Mouth running a mile a minute, blisters on your feet,

And seven miles to go before you’ll ever know her sheets

 

Walk with a swagger that might just be drunk staggering

Even at three wondering what the night will bring

Got that grin on your face, ready for whatever comes next

Knowing damn well that women and money are no safe bet

 

Got to beat something so you’ll beat the morning sun

Traded the car and the comfort for a little more fun

Out of cash but buying the lie that you can have it all

Doesn’t matter; it’s the road that crowns the kings of the fall


Haiku to the Boy That I Was

Some leaves never fall

(Messages every morning,

Talking past midnight)


Advice to a Forgotten Criminal

You sad little wretch, you did it all wrong,

Burning the wrong buildings, killing the wrong

People, throwing away your life for the wrong

Causes. (Temples, theatres, churches, schools. Fool!)

 

Infamy is pathetic sibling

To fame. We don’t glorify villains. No,

We curse them, spit upon them, and in time

We forget that they ever existed.

 

Don’t you see your name could have been Hero?

You could have slaked your blood lust, given in

To your base urges, left a legacy

Of ash and bone across the entire world

 

Had you picked the right victims, had only

Preyed upon monsters more monstrous than you.


No Updates, 9/14 – 9/21

Hey, remember when I finished that novel? Well, I need to edit that sumbitch, and the only time I really have is in the night after I get off of work. Which is when I usually write. Hence, there will be no updates for the next week. Maybe longer, but hopefully not. Moral of the story, I’m not dead! Don’t worry about not hearing from me.

Actually, if I don’t update by 9/23, I might be dead. Maybe worry about me then.


Who Says It Can’t Buy You Happiness?

How’d I get rich?

I found something. A book. And in it was a spell to alter reality. Use a big enough sacrifice, get whatever you want. So long as the sacrifice has “value.”

But the caster doesn’t have to be one that values it.

So, please. By all means. Keep wishing you were me.


Tell Me the One About the Stars

Lying on their back in a field looking up at the night sky. “Cancers and Capricorns are natural pairings,” he says. “They bring out the best in each other, logic and emotion together. Hey, are you cold?”

“That’s Capricornus,” she says pointing. “And that’s Cancer. See how far apart they are?”

She is not cold.


Six Six Word Stories

I

Prehistoric idol and it’s laser cut.

 

II

I’m knocking on second-story windows.

 

III

This time, babe, just stay dead.

 

IV

10,000 years later, the radiation remained.

 

V

I do,” but with some caveats.

 

VI

Lips sewn together, teeth clicking Morse.


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