STACKING TOOTHPICKS...

AN ALL NIGHTER
IN HELL...
THOUGHTS OF
SUICIDE
RUMBLE
THROUGH MY
HEAD...

POTENT
MEMORIES
LIKE A BLACK
WIDOW SPIDER
CRAWL FROM
THE CORNERS
OF MY MIND...

THIS PLACE...
THIS TIME...
SMELLS LIKE
DYING LILIES
HUMPED UP
AGAINST THE
WALL OF
NEVER MIND...

THE EXCUSES OF
LOVED ONES
TOO BUSY
STACKING
TOOTHPICKS
TO REACH OUT
WITH A
GENTLE WORD...

SELFISH LIPS
PURSED IN
SILENCE...
EYES THAT STARE
THROUGH MY
GLASS FACE...
ANNOYED BY
MY TEDIOUS
NEED FOR LOVE...

Bobby Jameson Nov 24, 2010

SHADOW HUNTER

I WAIT LIKE A BEGGAR
AT THE DOOR OF THIEVES
HOPING FOR CRUMBS
FROM THEIR TABLE...
A TABLE BUILT WITH
MY OWN HANDS
FASHIONED FROM FINE WOOD
GATHERED IN MY YOUTH...

I STAND LIKE A PAUPER
AMIDST THIER LIES...
RIDICULED
FOR MY MISERY
A MISERY STAMPED
ON ME BY THOSE
WHO BARTER NOW
WITH THAT WHICH
THEY TOOK FROM ME...

MY PATIENCE WORN THIN
I PLEDGE
I WILL NOT DIE...
I WAIT LIKE A
HUNGRY WOLF
FOR THEIR DEMISE
I THE WOLF
THE SHADOW HUNTER
WELL MATCHED AGAINST
THEIR SOFT FLESH...

Bobby Jameson Oct, 1 2009