buzzworthy

I am not alone
because we are all alone
love was never in the cards for me
because we've turned our eyes to bumble
bees

and our hearts into diamonds
beaten them with clubs and spades
lying prostrate in fields with jokers
and jacks of all trades

the king is dead, long live the king
regal and merciless
full of bile and wine

turning everything we touch
into honey covered
gore

the queen is throbbing
holding all the aces
in stasis

what have you done for me lately?

post-title

cement soul, wheel-like
if perceived by some other
quicksand fears, reality veers
carried away reinvention
by UFOs in sterling silver
tense shifts
gutted

yard cordoned, trees wave
tires screech
blood on linoleum, blood on lapel
blood trickles up dry wall
blood chokes on asbestos
too close to the camera, blurred
dreadful and absurd

mired in minds'
eyes in bobbing heads
music too loud
in the stereo of an other
every thing's just
patterns in dull elongated rivulets
pour from dumb
mouths, delta waves
crackle like a perverse
jury-rigged love
is not enough