Cold Platter of Damnation

Oiled in a sense of righteousness
garnished with chilly reservations
peppered accusations
garlic gingered sarcasam
fried and dried
in the name of shame
tossed and mixed
boiling stale assortment of value systems
squeezed dry lemons
pinched with passive aggresion
eyes simmering with salty suspicion
on the cold platter of damnation
serving hard,cold and crisp - rejection

A Dry Whore

As the breeze
passes over me
I try to drown in the
pearls of breasted laughter
a whiff of the
gusts of golden dust
rises up through
the silk winds of
her melancholic mirth

and at her best moment
i get caught at my worst

naked desire mocking
luring me into her touch
glowing flares try to mould a
drunk molten love
a bent and brittle soul
droused with fire in his thirst
in coarse black purity
gets ready to be
eternised as rust

walked past and beyond
the sweat of wanderlust
and within the cold sullen calm
of her embracing
icy glass door
junked with a lepers lust
with a breath as heavy
as a long lost voyage
sink into the night
as a lover
kissing lips forlorn of love
and sinking my teeth deep
into the dry drained whore