Dance of the dead

I drowned my soul
From giving hands
That offered me
An endless cup

And laughed
While I swam recklessly
Sinking deep
Beneath what’s up

Turned upside down
I found my feet
My head throbbing
Swollen with blood

And comatose
I lost my breath
And dreamed a nightmare
In the flood

Out of my mind
I lost myself
And lent myself
To be abused

By carcasses
Most beautiful
Who lured with lust
This fool confused

And when the morning
Cut my eyes
Revealing what I left
To waste

I gathered
What was left of me
Ashamed to still need
One more taste

©06.29.2017 ebn

Our last date

I knocked over my glass
Leaning back to far
And spilled my wine
Laughing too hard
At a joke that wasn’t that funny
Just to get a better look
At that girl in my periphery
Walking away from me

And would have gotten away with it
Had you not seen me
Bite my lip
And break my eyebrow
When you shot me that
“What’s wrong with you?” look
And realized I was salivating
After a plate I wish I had for dinner

©06.28.2017 ebn

You were one of those neon signs

You were one of those neon signs
Meant to catch my eye
A bad color
Exciting for its taboo
And its enticing familiarity

And I spoke to you
Like a snake in a tree
Words slipping off of my tongue
And into your ear

Dying there
But staining, too
And that bad color
Flattered you

You blushed
Like some drunken star
Leaving streaks across your face
Or did I smack you
While you laughed?

The lust was mechanical
My passion never finding its footing
Missing gears and
Stripping itself bare
While I sweated some clear stuff
Not blood

Breathing hard
To be satisfied
Though there was no rhythm in you
Your manikin body
Simply complied

And though it was consensual
It still felt like rape
Like I had stolen something
From myself
In exchange for nothing

©06.28.2017 ebn

Love has morning breath

Love has morning breath
Sleep crusted eyes
And stubble here and there

Lies and tells the truth
Whispers and screams
to let you know it cares

Love talks in its sleep
And drools a little
Face mashed against the pillow

Begs you, nags you, lifts you up
While keeping secrets
From your ego

Love will turn its back on you
Steal all the sheets
And let one slip

Swear that it can’t stand your ass
Then pack your bags
And plan your trip

Love annoys
And picks with you
Wanting to play when you are broke

Getting on your last good nerve
Always laughing
At your joke

Love forgets to say, “Goodnight.”
And, “Good morning!”
And, “I love you.”

Arguing with everything
And second guessing
What you do

Love is hot and sweaty
Cold and quiet
And always in my mind

The paint I smack you with
While grinding teeth
Through tears that keep me blind

©6.28.2017

Capitalism is a National Security Threat

Getting more than what it's worth
For what you’ve got, is rich.
Paying more than what it's worth
For what you need? A bitch.

"Those that’s got, shall get" some more
The strong prey on the weak
"Those that’s not, shall lose" their store
Mouths that beg don't speak

Promises and prayers hook
The minds of wanting men
While the law and systems hook
The free and outspoken

Those who know the game is fixed
Won’t play it anymore
No amount of politics
Can even up the score

Time to turn things upside down
The first will be the last
No more selling stuff you "found"
The future's got a past.

©06.04.2017 ebn

Feel me?

When you
Have to
Prove who
You are

Know that
Blind folk
Can’t see
A star

©06.02.2017 ebn