Open
this heart like door;
unhinge, unlock, release—
I let go of poison, and I
am cleansed.
Monthly Archives: July 2013
Past Your Face
Social IV
We have sunsets
but color
wasn’t enough
we have
man/woman
man/man
woman/woman
woman/man
but it wasn’t enough
animal/man
man/computer
bcuz
aforementioned options
were not enough
we have poppy fields
but heroin
wasn’t enough
an empty bottle
wasn’t enough
coke in the nose
wasn’t enough
smoke in the lungs
wasn’t enough
tab on the tongue
was not enough
so we began to mainline
multiple identities
via social IV
severed
we may never disconnect
sweating
shaking
writhing upon
cold tiled floors
aching for more
our
blood is rusted
by what
we so lust for
virtue & vice
how many friends
how many likes
who we have caught
in this virtual net
deifying
social ID
bedridden, scratching at IV
please unplug me
set me free
Gone Haunting
the dead,
leaving us with
feelings of unjustness—
a ghost as soon as you are gone,
haunting
Breathe
New spoken word piece w/ musical accompaniment and production by Johnny Osi. Dig it. More to come…
Words: Steve Shultz
Music/Production: JohnnyOsi
Includes the poems Keeping Score and Tragictories from the book FM Ghost by Steve Shultz, available for purchase via ALL CAPS PUBLISHING at amzn.to/1bsVpO2.
Torrential Stillness
I want to lose myself
in her
thunderhead
I want to be
still & silent in her
longevity
she bathes me
in her potential
torrential downpour
swallows me whole
in her simple
destructive nature
I am drowning
& at peace.
Test Less
where do we go when
the blood stops flowing
what do we show when
our hearts slow to a stop
breathless, embraced
in arms of death
test less, w/ nothing
left to give
i hope i done you right
this time
i used to believe in 2nd chances
but anymore, i just don’t know
breathless, enlaced
in arms of death
i hope i did right
by you
Flowery Shout
Towers in tumult
took so many years
to stack them bricks
tall enough
to boast
to toast
to tell the world about
in flowery shout
our worth
through language
looking down
upon
we tall, we tall, yeah watch us as we fall
toppled in an instant
savages
we ravage
ravish
thru the rubbage
bathe in the remains
of wreaked creations
and we have the gall
to rebuild
mighty as we try
to rival
god’s minefields
perfectly perfected
Wicker
Our hearts are wicker
minds a match
I smell sulfur
light this motherfucker
and sift
thru the afterthoughts
Junk
Lifeline mainlined
our wits are sharper than needles
our skulls, the spoons
God is a junkie, melting down mountains