Gutter Loves

GUTTER LOVES

Wake In Memoriam Perverted poisons prickle at my pores,
 Through frosted glass I view my vanity,
 Each foot forward further to tragedy,
 Walking circles within revolving doors. Time s temptations hang me in my turmoil,
 Deathly daydreams of Love s oblivion,
 Dusk-slick doorways flicking under neon,
 Chasing dragons from blackened torn tinfoil. Purgatory submerges soul and body,
 Evening s leaving with my demon lover,
 Perverted poisons prickle at my pores. Fragments of days fill out eternity,
 Sorrows safely under cocaine cover,
 Walking circles within revolving doors.

NA MADON UNCH M D R A EDV

SALOMÉ GUSTAVE MOREAU

Rêve d’Orient For Monsieur Moreau

In a dream, as I was, vaporised Floating apparition, faceless fiend
 Of no expression, lifelessly languishing
 In artificial twilight trickery,
 Leching and looming in shadow scenery,
 Locked in lofty Gothic vaults of unbearable depth
 Where untold riches remain unknown, Where death-wish explorers dare to roam; A courtesan is weeping quietly in the corner,
 A dagger clenched beneath her cloak,
 Debauch me, desert me of this love of lunacy,
 Let me sink into the sadness of the night,
 Submerged by starry skies,
 And then I ll wretch in an alley. Asylums are being built around me;
 Suicidal tendencies are sweetly
 Made inside sickly little taverns-
 Miserable sub-terrain!
 Secretly I swallow a loathsome lozenge
 And toss myself off the tallest tower! Only Oriental nightmares await me
 In endless cities of ethereal energy;
 Phantasmagoria surround me,
 Projected phantoms pick at me, Devil please come for me and all my petty passions.

Hero and Live After Wrecked and ravaged by a jealous lust For a girl I never really loved But how I longed for her the day She kissed me sweetly, and turning walked away And how I longed for her thereafter Until I nearly climbed the rafters Until I took a kitchen knife And with it went to end my life

SEATED WOMA N ADJUSTING HER HAIR EDGAR DEGAS

Passage of The Lady Vain Made for murky waters
 And disembodied courters
 Feebly writhing
 Vexed lyric conniving,
 Descending deep and drunken:
 Untoward exotic conundrum!
 In silhouette her hips
 Made makeshift monoliths
 While I made for murky waters

YER THE CARD PLA E PAUL CÉZANN

Another endless January, wasted
 With drinking binges
 And the rattled hinges
 Of doors that never close
 On eyes that never open,
 But sink, deep beneath
 Patchwork sheets
 Of faded blue and fading green
 Into the horror of a dream:
 Hotel rooms and bingo halls,
 Heart shaped clouds and snakes
 Bottled up with February
 (Like everything of you in me)
 Eating themselves into a hole
 Of self-obsession,
 Self-annihilation. January is nothing
 But planned depression
 With moments missing,
 Lost in lightless days
 Of jealousy and greed
 And then starvation-
 Of the body, of the mind-
 Escapism of any kind;
 And forced regrets,
 Too hard to forget,
 Are too easy to remember,
 Like steamed up windows
 On the Fourteenth of Novemeber. My year begins in September
 When the streetlights glow
 A pinkish red,
 When the leaves are falling
 But they havent fallen yet.

Another Endless January

SATI MARCHESA CA HN AUGUSTUS JO

RY PICKFORD) A (M E T T E U Q CO N SPARE AUSTIN OSMA

Torn From the tempest’s Side Tempted to many a roadside weary To try and see the world more clearly, To shake away Unreal s myriad Of the sober, sorry and the sad Drawn down ghosted, haunting alleys Like eidolons towards the valleys Of failed endeavor, dark eternity, Forever further from humanity -But closer To gropers Guzzlers, and Grime reapers, Scurriers Siphoners, and Shrine stealersImbroglioed by paving stones, wetted Before approaching squall has petted Such surely shorelines, hated horizon Bony Polaris, abandoned bandwagon And The Hanged Man, still to be tried, Leaving leaving the only way to hide.

George James http://thepurestpainsoove.tumblr.com