FukalahYou migh lika fukalahFukalah by DerelictVampire
Fuka lommy bee,
You migh lika fukalah
Fukala wi' me,
Soyeefa tryah fukalah
Fukala wi' yoo,
An' moona summin' offa yah
Me fuka lommy boo,
Buh sunna fuka stahli'kye
Ee gooda fo' me bo,
Wi' yooen me'an me'an yoo
Goo fuka whatee fo',
So yoo migh lika fukalah
Fuka awny long,
Ifah keepa fuka yoo
tuh breaka ponny dawn,
Habby yoobee lonny time
I theena mussa bee…
Buttifer fadah finus
Ee fuka killamee!
Fear Has an Hourglass FigureEvery word melted like hot dough in a vat of acid sauce.Fear Has an Hourglass Figure by DerelictVampire
A mouth, gaping like a dead iguana, showed rows of white teeth,
while soft smiles twitched in the upturned corners
of other people’s lips.
For one moment, a human tesseract revealed itself,
unfolding into the universe
like a missionary hearse transporting dead converts.
They were spectators…He was an apotheosis—a becoming
that swept their human faces under the rug
of an ignorance they never knew existed…
even though the dark wrinkles of placid mediocrity
cut through their skin like canyons—the landscape
of their small knowledge so obvious to anyone who looked,
yet so invisible to the walking flesh
that carried worlds within every greasy pore.
You can’t jack up what you don’t have;
every tiny peach of slim reunion
lets another chance pass by…until…
until we stop counting our age in years
and instead mark the number of times we failed to try.
I’m not ~~ years old.
Just Call Him LouI discoverJust Call Him Lou by DerelictVampire
I’m standing over the toilet trying to pee.
I seem to have forgotten how.
I squeeze the muscles around my bladder mechanically,
like a man milking his first cow
without guidance or instruction.
“I’ve seen this in the movies,” he thinks,
and tries to apply that knowledge
with the same lack of finesse
as a teenage boy
the first time he’s got a handful of teat.
The next thing I know I’m falling.
My head bumps against the bathroom wall,
and the toilet rushes up to meet me.
“How do you do, toilet?
Pleased to make your acquaintance.”
“Likewise, good sir,
though I must admit,
you’ve caught me at a bad time.”
“Oh? What seems to be the trouble?”
“Not feeling up to scratch.
I think I’ve caught something.
Mine’s not the most hygienic life, you know.”
I nod sympathetically. “I can't imagine that it would be.”
He continues somewhat awkwardly,
Discrepancy of MotionTragedy and ecstacy.Discrepancy of Motion by DerelictVampire
Does one justify the other?
Does one make the other
worth the other?
It seems that the tiniest moments of joy
battle the ongoing disaster of human life,
and even if those moments are few and far between,
somehow they still win out.
For most of us remain,
and breathe and move until
we can move and breathe no more.
Our childhood desire to live and play
and love the simplest of things
stays with us
through all our cynicism and degradation.
In the end,
the most important motion of our lives
still flows from the moment of our birth
and the brightness of our universal gift:
Night's EmbraceThe rain has began to fall.Night's Embrace by DareDreemer
I cry alone
I whisper to the Night
I hear its haunting call
Through the rain
Night's words echo
A voice so sweet
It drowns the pain
Danger lurks ever near
But Night protects me
Lights the darkness
Shields me from all that I fear
The rain continues to fall
I am warmed from the cold
I find solace in Night's arms
As I am carried down the hall
In my bed I am placed
Beside me Night lies
A tender kiss
All that is worng, erased
Written By: Lauri Ailane