Tuesday, June 15, 2004 by Billy
Demon Tide
Here comes the demon tide
The ultimate corruption
The final thrust of the macabre
to crush me into sin
So I wallow in my nightmare
and stalk among the ruins
of a fragmented existence
A bloodied beach beckons
where I swallow my fate
The demons approach
My humanity debased
Engulfed by the vile evisceration
I twist and writhe and choke
The final lie of my breath
that love would triumph
Billy Jno Hope
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Saturday, June 05, 2004 by Billy
The Lesser End
Their prayers and mourning didn’t prevent the day light from abandoning the cemetery. I found Trevor drinking in the darkness beside a freshly covered grave. The scent of chrysanthemums pervaded every breath borrowed. Death had impressed Trevor once more.
“I told you today would be a double day,” Trevor grinned. I took the bottle from his skinny hands and drank the rum fast. It crawled like gold in my belly.
“Why you didn’t dress in the black long sleeves?
“Those kids put that in the machine by mistake,” I replied. He snatched the bottle back from me.
“You are too soft man with these mortals.”
“Come on Trevor there are just kids for Christ sake.”
“Don’t bring Christ in this, he don’t belong here,” he shrieked and he spat out liquor on the grave. I decided then that this was my last trip to cemeteries with Trevor to feast on death. Death was no longer gorgeous and I turned to go.
“Where are you going kindred spirit?” Trevor asked “you forget the other one?” I hesitated. He walked passed me, a beautiful face obsessed with the macabre. I followed for my last temptation. A dog moaned across the street.
I stood before another freshly covered pit while Trevor kneeled in the dirt. The bottle lay empty beside him. Suddenly Trevor screamed out a blood curdling roar in the night. My heart must have exploded and I ran from the cemetery away from my death friend. He screamed after me.
“They didn’t even put flowers on his grave!” “He was too good for flowers huh?” “His death was lesser?”
I ran all the way to the beach. I knew he would eventually come there to quiet his terror. I would him ask why he wanted flowers so badly and what difference did it make to the dead.
Billy Jno Hope
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Wednesday, June 02, 2004 by Billy
Mad Republic
One poison to go cyanide boy
Let’s aim for the apple in the demon’s eye
Engrave my eulogy on babies lips
Blow the bugle of this mad republic
Dedicate your phlegm to angels
We shall not return colonial horror
We are doomed to bludgeon for rome
Paralyzed in global goo
Prada murder songs
Branded cattle smoking
I fall away with nectar of rosebud
You swallow gunshots to fall asleep
One poison to go
Thousands for the tweaking
And familiar demon laughter
billy jno hope
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