Vermin

The Love of a Leech

I will love you into caskets
and weave you into baskets
To cradle all my peeling thoughts
Of wisdom words in clawed out hopes
Of hollowed hands dug into dirt
Of hallowed strands restored toward hurt

I will love you into blisters
And weave you into whispers
That calm into coos all anxious cues
That quiet down all worn out cries
Of wishful worry and wistful lies
Of pleading promises dressed in drab
Of shattering stamps caked in crime

I will love you into leaving
And beg you into staying
And hate you till you’re heaving
And prick you till you’re praying

You’ll have yourself believing
You’re fixing, you’re achieving
And then you’ll go on grieving
When changeless me will verify 

A raspy rotten form decaying
Dressed up and deceiving
In smoke and mirrors preying
And all the while portraying
But a harmless broken butterfly

In the meanwhile I’ll be thieving
On a jolly joyride to the sky
As lowly me comes up to you
To discreetly suck you dry

The Life of Lice

I am rumor
Hear me roar

I am tumor
Transformed into core

I am breezy whispers
Auctioned into hurricane shouts
I am placid plankton
Overgrown into killer whale

I am the viral in virus
The sickly spread
in a serial spree
Of vicious glee

I am the inching crack
On a midnight walk
Of insidious ice
That threatens spill
with every step of ire

The rendered rasp
Of weary warning
Won't suffice
In silencing
The coming slice
Of frenzied fire

I am a frozen falsehood
Untethered and unframed
Bitterly branching into bray
Stale and static in starting stance
But expanding through warped tangents
Like a swarm of rapid wasps
Essence sears senseless
into a void of vapid voices

I am a bird's song distorted
By the dischord of human mouth
Passed around like a passable vice
Ringing new notes ever-slanting
As each tongue joins the
Proudly perverse chorus
Of masquerade banality
A crimson crime of cruelty
That endlessly echoes
mindless cacophony

I am the words like lice
Nipping at the mind of a victim
Formed from the friction of the vindictive
A shameless fiction of shambles
A perversion of vicarious desire
Veering from clarity to chaos

And all because I
The roar of rumor
The growth of tumor
The whisper brewing into storm
The virus given a mind of its own;

I have been granted
the freedom to grow and to roam
To walk on cruelty's crack for the sake of thrill
To flick my targets into freezing waters 

And have my fiery choir
devolve into dreary dissonance
As they morph into nothing more
Than an ooze of infectious insects

I am granted survival
Because of their festering boredom
Their beg to become a pack of scum
To fill their hunger like an exhaling vacuum

I am thriving in cancerous feed
A lingering loop caused by lapse in purpose
Because dreams are too petty for those who desire
To peck and to prod, and achieve nothing higher