a biased haiku

scan propaganda
stamped on passengers faces
foreign skin passports

©bg 2017

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the holey grail of losses

in my head your like an old refrain
i cradle your reducing memory
in the sieve of my tempered brain

melancholy fills my eyes to the brim
blindly i move through my dominions
searching for my loves pseudonym

but love ain’t got no other name
time doesn’t hang out on crosses
searching for salvation through fame
it simply runneth out
the holey grail of losses
the holey grail of losses

there’s a butterfly effect when one does wander
as a tumble weed through ones past
where only dusty recollections remain to ponder

i come back to see my reflection has changed
to face the image of regurgitated decay
to hear the echos that will leave me deranged

cause love ain’t got no other name
time doesn’t hang out on crosses
searching for salvation through fame
it simply runneth out
the holey grail of losses
the holey grail of losses

licking salt to absolve all of self pities venoms
tequila shots to put away my demons
in a bar from dust till dawn sucking on lemons

i have another brush with the old street sweeper
who drops the trashcanbard back home
its a grim touch that cures the heart of a leper

cause love ain’t got no other name
time doesn’t hang out on crosses
searching for salvation through fame
it simply runneth out
the holey grail of losses
the holey grail of losses

© bg 2016

god’s don’t dare shave

well i guess
it’s that dark time aahgain
to take
out your voodoo dolls soul
I’ll squeeze
out some hellish yelping pain
till sod it
you give me back what you stole

sitting down
in my murky time feeling razors
your dolls
just like a stress ball to squeeze
aint pain
got a tasty spicy rack of flavors
hey now girl
give me back my hearts bloody key

you took it
from my heart when you did flee
you slammed
the door and turned the lock
then you
stole away the friggin bloodied key
returning
only to tease me with your booty knock

well
Shall we just say i was right
That god’s don’t dare shave
That god’s don’t dare shave
in clear pools of blue moon light

when you left
yeah i predicted you’d be back in my sack
i laughed
and said heroically i wouldn’t open the door
then wow
your painted toes sniffed under the doors crack
i could tell
you’d come back to pick at my festering sore

well shall we
dine out all fine tonight you did ask
you can’t
keep on just a chugging down pills
shall we
leave your cave without your mask
oh no no
i screamed as my faces shadow spills

when you left
yeah i predicted you’d try sneaking back
i laughed
and warned you i wouldn’t open the door
i watched
you slip that flaming key back under the crack
well i guess
all predictions might have a slight flaw

well
Shall we just say i was right
That god’s don’t dare shave
That god’s don’t dare shave
in clear pools of blue moon light

in these
murky days i read brail on my caves wall
stories
of our dark love to torture your voodoo doll
written
remember for your clean shaven thrall
while he
wrote you poetry in his storms scrawl

now i have
my bloody key back in my possession
i know
i should set your voodoo doll free
but now
our relationship has become an obsession
ever since
from my life you became an absentee

so last night
i took the key and opened up my heart
i placed
your rag voodoo doll lovingly inside
locking
her in so we’ll never be aahgain apart
so you’ll hear
my beaten heart where ever you may reside

Mwahaha Yeah

well
Shall we just say i was right
That god’s don’t dare shave
That god’s don’t dare shave
in clear pools of blue moon light

©bg 2016