InkBoy's blog: "CemetarySoundPoetry"

S(tainted)

Your unsaid words
kept
unraveling
slowly
but surely
against my broken
tattooed hands

I was holding
out

believing my love
would
cure all
our delicious
demands from under
the disease of
critical Moonbeam
lights

Untouchable
I become

frozen in a flower
Where the
numb echo of
each withered
chemical 
promise 

eats away the ink

Painted skin
stained
crimson where
I let your hands
do more
than
fúck me til
i slowly
dripped out
your
lies

I don't notice
you anymore

Another Dig

Tuesday mourning
had a way of quietly
passing the
shovel
into my red blushing
hands 

{ Dig }

These muscles
of my
Cemetery mind
unearthing and provoking
your heart to the 
dirty aching surface

Oh your smile was a
killer,
honey
The barrel reloading
terrific words
too lovely not
to place the silver in my mouth and eat
it whole

{ Bang }

I covet the bullets of loss
Remembering nothing important
lasts forever
The tomb of my heart
as empty
as the .45 dangling like
an idol in your hands

Some things cannot be erased
Not the silkscreen of your childish laughter
Not the epitaph on your overgrown grave

Serenity

And I opened up

beneath the calm of your words

like a flower

Crimson red petal

touching upon

your lips 

Tasting of rain

and earth

You pull me

into

The sun of your

smile and I am

weightless

This heart harvests

and is full

of seeds

for you to grow

on your windowsill

Watch me bloom

Just

Watch me

Tomb

I dug up
Your letters
from
the mortuary
of my nightstand

Behemoth piles
mocked me
with it's
obsidian print

Bold
Cruel

Each envelope
I fingered
rippled my heart
with
earthquakes
as the subterfuge
of verbs
destroyed me

Covered the Raven
in
Dust

Like clockwork
I follow sick
protocol
Shoving and screaming
them back
to the tomb
of my drawer 
Aching for release

But I
am
cursed
to hold on
for just one
last
read

Kin(Dread)

Another night in 
the Cemetery

Snow drifts 
down like a sea
of white noise

Enveloping Your
silence..

 
my fears

I rub
my fingers across 
Your name

The colours have
faded so much
like your breath

And

The tears just roll 
icy velvet curtains 
down my dirty 
cheeks

Broken shovels 
lay at my feet 
abandoned

From hands 
too splintered with despair,

 
to keep digging
up her shame

This murder 
of you falls still..

lifeless against my
words

Your essence touches this air so much

It's cold and I
fúcking miss You

Like a Flower

I can be replanted

Like a flower

that did not get

proper care

I can be

dug out by

hands so careful

and

dirty

and

strong 

I can be moved

to tears

by verbs and

empty desert

caves within

my 

painted on heart

I can hold the shovel

slowly break

this earth of

my skin,

my mucsle

and 

bone

I can be replanted

Shesus

On abandoned pages

I write

Exposed like a skeleton

of stars

Another heart

sewn into sound

Smiles cracked into

a billion sentences

That fill each bone

with

The marrow of

my voice

The Guest

You opened my chest

prying apart skin
and
bone to get a
glimpse of my heart

The scalpel incising
the love
within me
coaxing the beat to
thump and
thump

Red ripe and sweet is
my love and
with no menu of choices
You order it raw

Hands reach inside
and Oh! What a
lovely pull
on the strings
that hold all of my
secrets

Your beautiful crimson
smile dines
hungrily on my passion
and dreams
tucked inside of
Your fist

Eat my heart out

(Inner)Vision

Sometimes I see
without sight

Choking in the
dark on
yesterdays ache

I pick up the
crumbs
and paste them
in mildewed scrapbooks
pretending
it's now

My Vulnerabilty is an
ebony robed
smooth
talker

Binding to my chest
like a secret
lover with
rusty pins and molted
feathers

Whispering

Millions of
words
that would ruin
all the
hours

Force spiral notebooks
to fill
in the cracks
that bleed
from
a masochistic heart.

Eyes wide
shut I bury
the memory of
Your smile

I still see You

Handle This

I painted my eyes for you today

Coal black raccoon smears from lid to brow  

and back again

A motivational mourning of all the soggy apologies

for your absence

The mirror seemed seasick. .

shaky as I shyly stared into the eyes

of a little girl who doesn't know

how to love what you've become

What i have become

The clock on the wall clangs like a register closing

a final sale

I watch it regurgitate the minutes

and hours wasted in the pride of being your sunset

Your heir

You kept blowing out my light, til all that was left

were the ashes

I blink again as the mirror steadies

My spirit turned black as the the make-up running down in rivers against

my adult child cheeks

I can handle this