The snack table and the barbecue

 We are eating at the table.
Sugar fat and carbs in different colors and textures.
I'm pushing out the neighbors who rubber neck around the corner of the house.
They long to sit here and feed their faces as we are.
The tables are all wobbly.

We go under the legs with damp paper towels
But no dice on stabilizing.
So it's back to fast chew snacks.
Sauce goes over.
a drink tips over and soda gives up its last bubbles.

A frown opens to burp, mustard drops from the beard.
More damp paper towels.
Very absorbant.
Barbecue smoke smell casts through.
All of these eaters check their knees.

Pull themselves to standing positions and move toward some nearby grill
Looming not far off like a species of slow predator.
Yes the envious neighbor had set up the grill.
He split flanks and sirloins gritted them in salt
Like meat roads to salivating mouths

The protein waiting to be carbonized wrapped in bread 
Oversauced and forced down by suds and fizz

Infarction

 Harry concrete drove us onto the offramp.
But it was no offramp.
It was a company carpark above a proverbial highway.
with narrow driveways and dispatch garages.

Everything was late there.
Outside the car the asphalt was a reoccuring heartattack.
I tried to walk on it and ended up leaning on a wall.
I was running out of air.

I should have stayed inside the car.
But the claustrophobia forced me out.
The grey overhead.
The grey underneath.

The long heartattack.
The urgency and deadlines.
The meaninglessness.
Sucked through coffee lid hole.

The blunt relic treasure

 Fate splash your chcken gut on me
open these gates
These confessions
the uneasy truth that must come

the hidden filler now to be confessed
To be offered up
doors thrown open
what was waiting behind exposed

So fate splash youself over
purify your blend
Send in the truth
The original blade that wounded

Now a blunt relic treasure
splashed with rust
Unexplainable
send in the truth

Old pact

 

You all want a warm center Metaphorical home

Some overwhelming doctrine

Some leviathan reigning over you

You feel protected in a dangerous world

You want the variety in content Just to choose the most popular

A gremlin of stimulus and desperation

The twisting fomo in your heart

Each room an attempt at having not being

The everchanging desires writing the conditions

An awkward hand landing in fresh grass heroically

You want an image food for the eyes and soul

rolling on tracks whose vibration could get you to sleep

What´s written in the everchanging whims

Far off stars that won´t exist by the time you arrive at them

Light pouring off them in phantom beams

willow wisps reflecting those false alluring lights

Through a night of lost souls creaming at the streetlights

Making fun of their own shadows standing in the way

Bragging of their eternal wandering

Flinching at the horror of what they have become

Pining insisted on a solid pact with the heart

It feels wrong to rip up the agreement and put flames to it

Everchanging desire could pump it with gasoline

Get that hostile fire up to a frightening speed

Spectral Draugr at my door

 See you at my door, curses sliding in 
Not one lands i convert them entirely
Bring them forth like sacrifices
Pieces of the shadow
screams into the nothingness

Don't stand and intimidate
Come into these words
The injured  balck cat possessed
The passing darkness
Curious entity

Stuck there body in the wall
Silent lamentations
Dark presence come into these words
I've called you out 
For you have a purpose

You will stand a phantom sentry
Pour your coldness out
Work your years of misery with the night
Haunt those that oppose the will
Feed off the embedded voices of the walls

I was given an Echo

You didn't know this but I have an echo
Sometimes even stronger than my own voice
It whispers afterward outward at a complacent world
It brings life and color to the blind

Verily an echo with a voice sweeter than mine
That blocks the world's ugly voices
And shapes my reign to come
My love is for truth

Strength wary
Tearing out my lust
Not bleeding to death here on the earth
They deny me the grace of a fancy afterlife

So I rove with my echo inside the minds of these eternal readers
Coloring the force of our shared voice
Others within awaken as they see
As they hear... And they will see...

Yes an echo through the valley here
over the dying empires to my North
Strength wary
Tearing out my lust, I am bleeding half to death!

Verily an echo reverberating over the surface of neglected midnight
The sigils of dawn are drawn and glow in blinding darkness
And all there is, is the echo
all the way into the forbidden light of day

Fields of midnight(for those in wait)

 I can feel you out there past the border, the limits.
You wait out there and worship me for some reason.
Am I your Magus? your indistinct light bringer?
Your will to follow me, hidden in the deep changeable chasms of your psyche.
Am I not just random? Not just a piece of fiction dreamed up...
 to combat a difficult day behind those crinkled brows of yours,
 that call me down from my hilltop throne?

Well no, you've seen my words pass over the earth,
 like I myself used to back in the day.
Silent and invisible, unseen even.
 You wait out there in your places.
You seem to want to seek me.
 The answers I give you might shock you.
Turn your stomach and make you question your loyalty to me.

Inevitably you'll see as you disappear and sink back into your mundane existence,
 that I forked the truth.
 Like the snake tongue,
 Like my finger running along those hundred scales.
Hell like my stomach growling with the snake's twelve hungers.
And lets go now to your hunger!
I Placed the fork in your mouth with the food on it,
 the food you begged for,
without penetrating soft skin!
Didn't I?
No more, no less.
Yet painted with the colors of a demon, I am!!!!

If this was sustenance to you,
 surely you wait by the fence,
 where the rest of the cattle dare not go, Why do you dare?
You wait there to get a better view of me.
A better view of the creature or the so called magus some of you out there call me,
Where the grass is out of reach, plenty, long and juicy.
 The onlookers starve from the eyes as is the way of their personal purgatories.
 Running through them like an ebola.

Yet none of us here on this side of the fence, feast on that grass.
 My kind creates the cities of light, the spiritual cement.
 The progression of the ultimate dreams.
The physical greatnesses where one leaves the earth knowing they have had their fill...
 And given it too.

You see shadows pouring out of my lair, so you dub me evil
You see the world hang upside before it inverts into it's perfect order,
 so dub me the catastrophic.
The barbwire keeps you in,
 But I have made a hole big enough for you and the ignored ones.
So that you may mosey on over into this reality,
 before they sew it up with their low carbon steel.

Then you can stand before me and look me in the eye.
Share your truth and pledge yourself to mine. 
For truth is all I want from you.
The arousing crushing truth.