Zenphy

Lying on my bed the sunlight streaming in      I am swimming                 Whirling             Swirling       Twirling Lies     Words on the verge of a breakdown     Drown Kill the little dears        with broken hearts big brains and, No Fear      With their youth and invincibility drugs and convincibility big doe eyes        Closed Pretty words   are confetti shock factors           Rule The academia gods with their cheese with their whine with their latté words It disguises the nerds who now pass for cool Worshiped, by school girls with heroine eyes match-stick thighs and shoes that c

The Vampire Listen… to the children of the day What noise they make They beat their: chests wives and children beating hearts The sound of breaking: hearts dreams beliefs and bones screeching wrenching ripping clawing walking running hiding crying Moonlight the silent lullaby Children sleep in the city night is the cradle the stars, the blanket Surrender to the slumber Disqualify Wear your desire, on your sleeve Personify: evil upheaval. sexual perversion and cruel intentions. Poisoned lips, followed by the goodnight kiss… on the neck Nothing left to burn? set yourself on fire and

As she sheds her skin the world is her stage Her pretty eyes disguise the mask in the dark den of desire She’s a prize so divine She’s a woman of wax Have you ever seen such a flower? Under bright lights high expectations and the air heavy with stares she melts she drips she pools and puddles An afternoon delight for all the fine gentle-men and rough-women She’s slipping dipping dropping dripping slopping slipping falling leaving a mopped up mess She was pretty good looking for a dead girl being held up by a pole Her wage in her garter Paid in commission What a fine intuition she is with

Rebel Girl It’s a girl’s world all pink and pretty Virgin petals wilting in the shadow of a man’s sun Our flower really bloomed in the 70’s Revolution is a sweet scent to the repressed Messing with the oppressors Visions of dying sex, in their death bed women ruby red covered in the blood of a dying breed Raping the old religion where aprons are military standard and men were the father, the son, the holly spirit and the daughter… We are rebuilding the religion An institution for the ages We are making your decisions assigning the provisions and giving you a holly mission Holly warrior w