04 March 2011

Organ Grinder Monkey

A vampire-based economy
Anesthetic money coats the needle
that pierces the heart, tunnels the spine
yet you don't feel a thing

except maybe a pang in the collapse
of a soul gone numb, hallucinating
choices of free will, with brittle smiles
to cover betrayal of itself

But the stomach knows, it swats against
dollar bills blackening the skin like
mosquitos in an arctic summer,
that slowly drain the body white

Left behind to dream are the husk and bones
encased in amber of banker's green,
Because beating heart and breathing lungs
are in the bowels of the organ grinder


  1. I like this, it seems like it would make a bad ass poetry reading

  2. You should at least get a nice drug feeling out of the whole experience, at least feel you had something good happen while it sucks on your throat right? :)

  3. "hallucinating choices of free will" gave me the shivers. This horror movie is made vivid in your work.

  4. awww come on...you do what you gotta do to survive. ask any actor who has taken his clothes off or taken a heinous cater waiter job....you bring in the benjamins (or the Abes) so the course of of true love can survive

    but, as a "poem" poetry exercise....brilliant

  5. roar, bro...
    a see the jaguar smiling in the corner

  6. pass the punch. It surely tastes better than what I am having right now.

  7. Pee in the punchbowl. Never had that to my knowledge. The times they are a changin' though.


"Let your laws come undone
Don't suffer your crimes
Let the love in your heart take control..."

-'The Hair Song', by Black Mountain

Tell me what is in your heart...