WholesomeWholesome lone wolf is wholesomeas his body is pressed,pierced, and perforated.rib cage curls like fingersas crimson nail polishpaint the tips. nailed to the wall like game,sanguine saliva dripsfrom its snarling lips.eyes shut tightas its frame is contortedlike abstract art,pen his heart in inkor permanent marker. knees skinned like a childhis body idle as the soul vibrateswhile his inners regurgitate,regurgitate, regurgitate.morbidity slivers down his legswhite fur stains read by deathas it plays necromancer. the pack may not walk with youbut the moon hums with the owl orchestra.your grey specks toying with ivory furkissed by red cartilage edges.fade away as your puzzlefinally becomes wholesomein disappearance.
Burning VenusBurning Venus The winds are unpredictable,Yet mesh together to create visionary windstorms,It flows through crevices and scatters,Leaves of memories that fall from the stems of our trees.But somehow, these winds all go in the same direction,And once it has passed,The impact left is subtle.A fading shot of adrenaline that resides in veins,And flows through fingertips.We reach the apex through our artistic atmosphere,But it doesn’t always get to the audience,The tone of poetic scenes uncovered hover in air,Not reaching the ground, but still leaves the world thinking.Bottle up the air and it rattles around the entrapment,Not being able to escape if it is an air-tight contraption.Yet the fire chars this casing.Combine the fury of the undying flames,With the unpredictable air that hovers above,Can create a wildfire of an uninhibited formation.This genesis of this wild conflagration,Is a combination of fire with the passion of a phoenix,And