tulsa

portrait of a carnivore, copyright 2011 artemis sere

tulsa
from The Bonesetter’s Revenge (Book 2: Xenomorphine)
copyright 2009, 2011 Artemis Sere

don’t worry my bride:
OK is not a state in
which I will ever
rightly reside

you say
there ain’t no
goin’ back, but Tulsa, baby
back is all we have to give
and I just wish
you weren’t
so damned
negative

pictures
without color
eventually fade away
and in our shotgun
dramedy, we pulse
the night from
the day

so spin the wheel
sulfur the skies
the route is scorpious
the hills are wide
you bring the picnic
and I’ll bring the pain
and together
we’ll forget
this ozone haze
and forever
we’ll set ablaze
these Tulsa days

don’t worry my bride:
OK is not just a state
in a dig rigger’s
mind

you say
we gotta bury
our bloody roots, but Tulsa, baby,
beneath the fields of shale and
care, the secrets we share
will never stay silent
and I just wish
you weren’t
so damned
violent

cellblocks
without color
are our coffin call
and in our shotgun
tragedy, buckshot
will blacken our
brazen fall

so spin the winds
of these F5 skies
the route is cyclonic
the road is blinding
you bring the picnic
and I’ll bring the pain
and together
we’ll reflect
this ozone haze
and forever
we’ll set ablaze
these Tulsa days

don’t worry my bride:
OK is not just a state
from which we run
to hide

you say
we ain’t never
gonna be free, but Tulsa, baby
with hell on our heels you
whine, while a path
of broken lives and
dollar signs paves
the road behind
and I just wish
you weren’t
so damned
undecided

two
in the gutter
and one on the floor
debris smashed windshield
and a shell-peppered door
we brought the shotguns
the wedding was a gas
bonnie and clyde on genocide
bouquet of blood and cash
carnage without honor
marriage without age
and in our shotgun serenade,
the vows never fade

so spin the chamber
of these momentous events
the route is brutal
the road is bent
you bring the picnic
and I’ll bring the pain
and together
we’ll regret
this ozone haze
and forever
we’ll set ablaze
these Tulsa days

sharridan terrace

naglfar, copyright 2011 artemis sere

sharridan terrace
from The Bonesetter’s Revenge (Book 2: Xenomorphine)
copyright 2009, 2011 Artemis Sere

would you trade
now for then:

for a place
I’ve never been
and never seen
I harbor fleets
of plunder and pain
full-sail and
cannonade ready
with docks stacked
of hungry violent
pirates willing to
pillage for
fun and frolic
and bring asunder
the tall
and innocent
structure where
they’ll call
destruction
madness, possibly
argue rage
but in plain truth
collateral damage
is the case
for a place
I’ve never been
and never seen
so flee inland
and escape as far
as your wobbled legs
will allow
this margin
of sharp descent
and dissention
is mutinous
and thorough
all thanks to you
my untamed
and faceless
tr8tr:

no, betrayer,
I would not trade
now for then and
for the rest of your time
perfidy
is prize thine
and though unkind
for the rest of my time
I shall deify
your ruin
of us

arachnation

from The Bonesetter’s Revenge (Book 2: Xenomorphine)
copyright 1993, 2013 artemis sere

>SET 00:00:49
>ENTER

a southbound subway train
screams through
the tract gutter of the ghetto nation
where swirls and sirens paint its underbelly
while in the concrete web above
no one gets out alive

     so what side are you ON?

not the preacher, teacher
saint or samaritan
each sip the sweet venom
which coarses through the spider’s heart
and swoon as the arachnid’s teeth
sink into their souls

     so what side are YOU on?

yet we, flies in the web
defy statistics and
>LIVE
four milliseconds
as the centipede breeds
breathes
words like ‘obey’
and ‘lawful’
into our vernacular
and we hear
with perked ears and
personal agendas,
praying that we don’t
become another
number

     so what side ARE you on?

lost on the bullet train
between scream and
serene, a pensive pawn
sits cocooned and collected
with a bookbag in one hand
pistol in the other
torn between
brother or enemy
lawful or evil
heaven or
>HELL

     so what SIDE are you on?

and in that
quickening moment
the glistening eyes
of the innocent spawn
open to the chaos of the
gossamer world,
as the strands of lies
spun by the false prophets
and fallen pulpits
dissolves, and his
choice is
clear

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