Decay

Decay
Poems
By
Jofrin
Pezzati
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Wind
Good Citizens
This nightmare
Cuts slow
Blood frozen in the snow

A monster
A dying breed
A world obscene
Nothing I need

Beauty of the discarded

Five curses
Hidden in the verses

Two witch doctors and three nurses

Digging under the surface

Rabid and grotesque

The only joy is decay
Living within all of us
The skin hides everything

Vampires
Werewolves
Zombies

Mummies and Trolls

Ghosts, gods, and devils
Supernatural serial killers

The same old stories

The same old death

Chainsaw wielding madmen

Psychos and lunatics
All of the heart

The most terrifying

Corrupt
Seething with disease

Furious vengeance
Torture and torment
Manifestations of the mind

A vile species
Wretched

Heroes do not exist

Bus Crackers XI
Tom on the bus reading books of poetry
Autism – tension headaches - nicotine
Bump through the night
A thump thumping

A tingle in the arm

Swelling legs
Tired eyes
Burning

Sharing sties
You only live once
Through one thousand lives
Pockets of lint for the leeches
Upgrades
Caffeine and peanuts
Newspaper and nail clippers
There is no spell check in hell
Neither freezing nor boiling

Luke warm white toast

Commodore reboot

Ripping out teeth

The driver whistling
Shouting at windows
Grinding another day

Eat another soul

Cheat a black hole
Flags in the Wind
Pick a side and wave a flag
Wave it high and wave it proud
You need it now, silly clown

Pick your side and hold it close

Raise your arms up to the sky
Take a shot, try it once

Pick a side and tear me down

You get one shot, take it now
This ends here on this night

I warned you
Just one shot, that's all you get
Pick a side and wave a flag

Wave it high and wave it proud

This ends here on this night

Wave your flag

All we have

Wave your flag

Wave your flag

The Beast of a Dream
Souls scattered along this vast escape
The highway
Death feeding on breaking twilight
An angry wind shakes the dawn
Fine feathers sing the cooling shade of trees
Stomping out emptiness
The symphony of time
Lost jewels for future saints
Stoned silent repercussion
Echoing cosmic harmony
The highest bidder pays a penny
Ravenous daydreams dining without napkins
Goblin worship of mediocrity
A contract signed in ancient intellect
Throwing tomatoes
At altars of oxidized bronze
A leaf that falls
A dissolve assimilating
The stretching empty everything
Tattooed Heart
Everything red
Everything splattered in blood
The anger of a dead man’s scabbed hands

Everything red
Everything splattered in blood

Dripping from our hands

Wolves we feast

Everything red
Everything splattered in blood

Dripping from our paws

Ripping at their necks

Everything red
Everything ends
Everything splattered in blood

Scabbed hands
Everything blood
Grant me this one wish

Everything red
Everything blood
Everything dead
Everything red
Zombie Pain

Torment beyond pain

Hate
The brewing rage of death
It is here to stay
But that's okay
Sweet decaying flesh
Cold to the taste

I can only die

There is nothing left of me to kill

Nothing left inside to die

Eat brains
Daring Denial
Making pastrami sandwiches of Palestinians
Stir fry of the Congolese
Subjugate purple is power

Real life in high-deaf Technicolor

Whites meditate and pray

Broken spines
Stretched across the dirt road to salvation
The stench of rotting corpses
Covered in concrete
Pristine
A pine tree that hangs from the entryway
A missile they tow their pain
Through fields of garbanzo beans
And olive trees

This fever that melts ice

News America does not care to hear
News denied daily by dimwit dignitaries
Denying disagreement
Denying devastation

It is neither freedom nor a solution

It will not cleanse our stained hands

But we will speak

Let them cut out our tongues
We will speak
Simple Genius
He writes when driving
A mailbox that leans
She paints interesting things
Shower curtains and cuddling
It's nice to meet a real poet
Chicken and pasta
Needs more garlic
An apple on Wednesday
Pellet gun suicide on Friday
Cupcakes and chess on Saturday
Another poem on Monday
Dead Horses
Pluck the wings off this butterfly

Burn the cardboard box of lies

Rollerblading on Saturn’s rings

This dragon’s bloody head

That black cat outside our window
Fruit punch sacrament

A good luck charm

Sharing oranges

Caterpillar race on the highway

A needle in the spine for fun

Take a baseball bat to the dead horse

That’s just how I roll

Milkshakes

Shmucks high on hairspray and cupcakes

Dead slot machines

Styrofoam

Little lads cutting the throat of the devil

And stabbing the heart of god
Two glasses of ice water with ice
Dull razors taste better in the desert

Surfing three moons to the left

Of a heartbeat
They’ll betray your birthday
And dig down to the marrow
Disconnect

Wolf's piss in their bottles of chili

It’s a good start
Disappear

Silence will be my greatest opus

Lollipops, licorice, and hand grenades
Morticians on the boardwalk selling lemonade

They win at pain

A Viable Solution
Does anyone remember Chris?
Does Chris remember Chris?
He had such a strong voice
A unique power of the fist

He had the curse of nurture over nature

They pointed fingers and I fell too
The tides that seize the soul retreat
Like a memory that slips to oblivion

I will lend you a hand

But will not invite you in
This town
These cowards have worn me thin

I should have learned from Chris

I should have stuck to my list

Back and forth and round and round

And back and forth and round and round
And forth and back around

You can seize the stage

Blaring out across the crowd
But here you have no voice
Here you have no say

I should have learned from Chris

The Transdimensional Railroad
Brave cattle under starlight disenchantment
A step to the morning of greater division
Grave battle of fine perfection
Shaking bliss of forgotten matter

They dance in chaos

No beginning to the end
Electric green shades of hope and desire
A monument to personify a moment

Bodies touch immaculate

A confusion of love
Chocolate that satiates
Nerves until the harvest ends
Here is an offering
The frost bit limb of solitary confinement

The blackened flesh of dead soldiers

Man, Meat, and Tissue
His self-induced living hell
It's a script he wrote
For a lifelong TV movie

It sells more issues

Than man, meat, and tissue

He was not taught the journey

At the mountain's base
He staked his flag in a hurry

Screaming wild madness climbing

Behind his mirror his reflection blinding

His sermon fades with altitude

At best it gave thought for food
A concoction of black crude

I guess there are times that I miss you

But I had to be
Man, meat, and tissue
Natural Disaster
There are better things to do than poetry

Better to be at the supermarket

Watching football
Drinking pints and starting fights

A shackled jester
Scapegoat bleeding
Solitary confinement

Puritanical wizards
Dangle them as Christmas ornaments
By their necks

Wrapped in their bleached bed sheets

Forking out their spleens
As sacrifice to the hogs
Il Duce
He stands proud above his crowd
Endowed to be loud

They worship and pray

Giving it away day by day

Outright amazed

In hateful haze of proletariat malaise

Wind ‘em up and set ‘em free

The master of fleas

Il duce, my duce
It must be a weave
Black Phoenix
Black Phoenix oh my, oh my

If only I could get out of here

And get you out of my mind

If only I could run and hide

But Black Phoenix

Black Phoenix
A brand new design

Black Phoenix you cannot rewind

Black Phoenix will take your mind

No escape this time

Black Phoenix
Black Phoenix

Rip you out from the inside

Black Phoenix
Fevered maggots

Black Phoenix

Sweating desperate
Vile veins of violent venom
Black Phoenix
Black Phoenix

Broken angry mirrors

All that remains

Black Phoenix in the rain
Johnny Monad
He came to town
Money to spare
Good hair

The answer in the zeroes and ones

Helping many
Barry touched by more
Everyone was there
Saved by the bell in 90210
A vision on the air

Catch a wave
An eye on you
Keep his ashes close
Scatter the zeroes and one
No Spoken Word
Too many poets here
They draw pretty flowers and whiskey bottles

No spoken word
The music is too quiet
The words are for screaming

Thought is not shiny enough for the masses

I do not have the right hat

Coffee bars
Open mic night
Drum circles

Poetry reading
Sunday morning church
English crackers

I don’t want to do spoken word anymore

Because metaphor is rotting on the floor

The stench and rash spread

No spoken word
Burn another poem instead
Shatter the Sky
Open the edge
Cut through meat

Enjoy abandonment

Black blood in the heart

Black bile in the gut

Isolated desert
Not deserted enough

Modern mind cannot jungle

Kicking fools
Good Morning, Rude Awakening
World of contradictions

Decide for yourself

Where do you stand?

The sun is here

The gods smile

Eyes wrapped tight in fear

Technosymphonic delirium

Only one option

You give in and take a bite

They’re watching

Gears of corrupted brains

Empire of chains
Madman Poem #14
Beasts of the night

Primal tides of time

Feline eyes

Deep little cries

Fine chocolate

A kiss

Wild excitement

All night long

Purging

Bliss

Glowing

Lying naked

Till dawn’s mist

Dancing with the Dead
Telescreen mute yuppie flutes
Cool breeze creeps through the window

Nintendo jazz boom box

Smashed guitars and hash
Japhy in Tibet
Sleeping on the mountain top

Ancient smoke dances

Get in
The choice is yours

No pressure

Blast one hundred down the freeway

Santa Barbara to Pismo

Spark one more

Ray hitchhikes to Scottsdale

A meeting on the reservation
Deep trance
A drop of rain in the eyes

Speaking in cryptic couplets

He whispers a secret
Nag in the air
Precious moments
Supersonic vibrations
Pulsating punk
Loudmouth wings of fire
Knocking at the door

Empowered

Screaming begging depraved

Starved beaten angels
Resurrected yippie
Oxymoron hippie

Fire

Dancing
Stomping

Dust
Dirt
Expectations
Some say we go to heaven
Others said to deny
Another said defy

But shivering now

I need to get away

They only provide rage

Bowing, money-licking pawns
Armored in a false sense of pride

Feeding off catastrophe

Visions of the promise land

Manifest destiny quiet
Deep in their hearts

Nothing promising nothing

Subtle
My heart races
Disguising their faces
I feel it taking over
Talk to me
Hold the night
The world plagues
Plagues the soul
We need healing
A stitch and a cure
For the sickness and wounds
Everything and Nothing
I am everything
I am nothing
Tutto e niente
Strange Chance
This is not an accident
The only survivor of this hell
A stumbling photojournalist
Nazis, killers, drug addicts
Thieves, kidnappers
No commercials
Sitting at the Blue Plate
Piecing together the fire
The crash and ash
They call it luck
Patrol
Their guns go POW!
Bang, bang, POW!

Listen to the shot

Run if you can

Try

Fake it if you must

Bang, bang, POW!

Silly rabbit

You’ll never learn

Have some cake

Bang, bang, POW!

Bug Bite
It carries through walls
Spews from sewers
Lurks in a dark bedroom under dirty laundry
It is something in all of our blood
A shared shameful history
Westside Goth Rock
The moon looks Ozzy tonight
A sloppy old gunty cow

Drinking tall boys

And smoking skinnies

She was a stepmother

Then a lesbian

He was a father
Then a casket

Cats and deadbeats

Women becoming men
Going out for ladies’ night

Rewriting bleach blonde roots

Back to the attic with your toys

Black leather recruits

Date rapists in big boots
Transformazione
Can you touch the moon?

Reach out and caress the mountain tops?

He breathes fire and hits stone
Breaks atoms and chews bone
When will you harvest your crops?

The earth shifts and moans

Whispers secrets when alone
Is this where time stops?
The Perpetrator
Pounding out emotion never known
He cries for more power and strength

The planets aligned

The spirits smiled
And he howled

There’s a madman laughing in peace

A wolf grinning and gritting his teeth

Her will crushed

You will not gain passage
To that holy plain

Know the trees, breeze, and bumble bees

For you will live on your knees

Hearts are singing now

Can you hear the sound?
It will lift you off the ground

The sick seductions of a petty man

The need to chop a slithering hand

Sitting in a cell
Burn in this hell
Practice Patience
Patience with practice
Clear mindbrain healthy body
Generation y of conformity

They sell you an image and you suck it up

Buy the lie that blinds you, worship it
Fornicate your mind

We cater to the ideas we hate

Shackled to culture they create
We practice patience and wait
The Storm
Something happened last night
I couldn’t read the numbers on the wall
They all started to fall

Circuits crossed
Now more than ever
Jumping off the wall

Into the wind

The bile continues to build
Flying like a horse in the dark

The eyes do not gleam as they used to

The mind does not snap in sharp time
It is only a matter of time, wake up

Take me with the storm

Take me with the flood

Bury me under dirt

Light a candle for the memories

Take me with the storm

Take me with the flood

Bury me under dirt

Light a candle for the memories
The fury of the gods raced through her hair
Her eyes cage the lion
She swept me away then pulled me back
Her body is in my blood

We are an offering to the sun

Go ahead and break me down

Try to break me down
Right now
Break me down

Dig down, dig down deeper

More than ever
Further down
You will not find me now

Power that brings a rain never seen

Here we are
The end of dreams

My eyes don’t gleam

My mind does not snap sharp the same
It’s only a matter a time, wake up

Take me with the storm

Take me with the flood

Bury me under dirt

Light a candle for the memories
Take me with the storm
Take me with the flood

Bury me under dirt

Light a candle for the memories

Why don’t you break me down?

Break me down and show me out
Pull me under ground

Fight it, fight you, fight me

Break me down
Right now

Take me with the storm

Take me with the flood

Bury me under dirt

Light a candle for the memories

Take me with the storm

Take me with the flood
Art School Goth Girl
She’s got whips and chains
My friends think she’s strange

Manic and a bit deranged

But I’ll never exchange

My art school goth girl

She’s my art school goth girl

She wears all black

Oh it’s a fact

She’s my art school goth girl

Yeah, my art school goth girl

She likes piercing and pentagrams

Not paintings and poetry

Handmade her own cursed purse

Filled with knives and mace

And death makeup for her face

The cemetery is her favorite place

To show other guys her special place
Mercy Missionaries
If you cannot find me, I will be on the moon
Humming an old tune of legends in June

The dying dead of chaos

Snapped wings of infant gnomes
Carried carefully to the market

Bleeding out under shadow agent

interrogation
Her bleak intention
Spread across fields of corn

Supernovas of holy righteousness

Baking slow
In the furnace of pyramid Negroes
While baby Eskimos starve in the desert
Meteor showers rain turtle shells
Grecian farmers rejoice

A design and a desire

Designation and divinity
Pay your toll and live the dream

This is not an SOS

It might have been the blotter
It might have been the man
I might not need rescue
Three stones in my hand

I did not pack a sandwich

Smoked all my grass

They took me to the beach

And pushed me in the water

I saw a man digging

Hand buried in the sand

He lost his mind and went blind

Sailed a broken pirate ship
But could not stand the smell

He swam across the sea

Until he reached the shore

First they threw an arrow

Then they threw a rock
Click Your Heels
Set out right into moonlight
Cool air brushing hard skin
Soft rain
At peace with the decay

Purple sky across the town

I tried to run
But here I am
Right back where I started
Taken for granted

Mother dead and resurrected

Signing autographs
Selling cotton candy and hot dogs
Eating tacos

Splatter paint brains

Poker games
Marching squads
Doing the work
Sick jokes

Carnival for cannibals

A snake of smoke
Along the highway
Slow Trap
Poser talking about writer’s block
Computer screen shock

Everything upside down, backwards

Twilight zone decay

I bury you in the dirt of our torment

Every empty moment

Every forgotten year
Every rotten tear

All we want is money

All we want is blood

Scraping brains from the ceiling

Sound of traffic in the distance

Possessed
Alley Cat
Poor little kitty lost her identity

Clawin butterflies and trippin

Hollywood serenity

Jumpin off the edge

She lands on her back

For carrots on the track

Give her ten diamonds

But kitty needs more

Prowlin for milk and silk

Kitty finds another door
The Cold Lonely
Sit with Grace
Wander in the stars
Not so bad

Up again
Late writing

What next
Where
When

There is no time like never

Never was
Never will be
Never ever never

Say never and forever

It is now that never will be

He cannot find his mind

The quicksand

It was not at the bus stop

It was not at the library
He could not find it in the sky
Obese Minds
Mountains of pages

Fashion statements
Nothing to satisfy canines

Farting and frumping

Withered away
Pale and dry

Writing words with empty pens

Ten seconds to grab me

Okay, ten more

Interesting use of white space

If that's your thing

Manufacturing

Snowbirds drowning in the desert

Weak hands
Soft will

If it was on paper
I would tear it to pieces
Set in on fire
And piss on the ash
Blazing bridges crumbling
They stab each other in the asses

More poetic than their poems

No one reads words these days

An idiot pursuit

They want the pennies

They hate thoughts

A theater of psychosis
Delusions of chaos

A novel of words
Filled with blank pages

Filling pages like their mouths

They put the art in fart

The blood-sucking tic in plastic

Sloppy and bloated

Those that can't do become critics

Classic white-on-white appropriation

As a child she had aspirations
To become a suicidal heroin junkie
Obese minds create obese bodies

A righteous movement
Sitting on a couch

Splicing together fragments of feces

Dangling from their chins

Line by line
Pyramid
Plowing Acorns Ingesting Nirvana
The mountain that we climb
The perpetual second act of the story
The protagonist knows only torment and pain

Just when you think it is over

They throw a grenade on your name.

Violent and unsympathetic

Life tears through your flesh
Without pain what is the point of climax?
A masturbating hand on an empty stage

Pain to grow
Pain to be
It makes me me
You you
And you and me

Birth and death

Cure and disease
Dialectical universe
Blessings and curses

Out of the darkness

Something from nothing
And everything in between

Blowing throw the trees

The old age aching you’re your knees
The stage is pain
We vomit and kick and scream
Dancing insane in the rain
Playing their dirty game

You cannot transcend pain.

When you descend to dirt
You will ascend pain

I hope that one day we lose the faith

Both sheep and shepherd blind
Dangling a cross on the line
Brewing heartache
Selling wine
Profanity
Human
Fartin’ Pissin’ pukin’ fucking
Animal
Spittin’ Shitin’ Laughing Fucking
Beast

Human
Pussies and cocks
Animal
Puss-wretched, self-righteous
Beast

Life and Death and Love and Hate

Fucking Human

Good buys the lies that fuel

The cries of our fucking demise
Alcohol
The refrigerator
Bursting out of its seams
Rotten raspberries
Dried up cheese
Brown lettuce
Half eaten puddings
A dairy product thirty months expired
Fifty dollar salmon aged two months
Ham stuck to the shelves
No sense crying over spilt salad dressings
Dried limes
Slices of pizza with the toppings picked off
A variety of molds and cultures
No sense crying over spilt booze either
Expired cartons of egg whites
And many more mysteries
Containers covered in tinfoil not yet explored
They don’t want to be explored
Do not question their existence
Accept their being and nothing more
The Path
Many nights we wander
Stumbling
Full circle

Shaking at the touch

Nervous expression
The mask coming undone

Troubled youth of confusion

Scared youth of pollution
Barred youth without a solution

Too long trapped in this desolation

Too long confused by destination
Neoliberal Performance Buildings
A keynote of the evening
A man’s world
Even better to be rich

Women make babies

Seen and not heard
In the background, on an arm
Here for show and tell

I dance with laughter

The orators shatter the mold
They beat it with a hammer and set it on fire

Through digital shoot ‘em up

A new story is told
A chorus of resistance takes hold
As the evening unfolds
And we all grow old

Not much has changed though

Not much has changed
Saturate
Vomit and heave
Truth deep inside
That hides and resides
Comes alive
Helps navigate the ride
Never abide

The ones you love will disappoint and betray

Thus so will you

Always fight the bastards

Let them underestimate you
They never had a chance

Words that pack a punch

A hit to the belly
A punch to the gut
Cracking skulls
Rabid seagulls

The sleeping green cougar is out of sight

But she sweeps me up
In the middle of the night

Buonanotte, sogni d’oro

So They Say
Beat down on the 7th Street heat
Hit down on the clown for meat

They heard it all around town

Only fourteen centuries ago
So they say

But things are better today

So they say

These days we’ve got it made

So they say

They say a lot of things

Wait until the bell rings
Pavlov offerings

Crash
Run down
They heard it all around town

Only five decades ago

So they say

Today we kill in digital

Melting Sneakers
Melting sneakers
And kicking speakers

But that’s not why my feet hurt

Get out of my way

Me first
Quench
My thirst

Sweat-soaked shirt
Everything desert

Sunburnt face
Pick up the pace

My stomach aches
Trippin on a lace

Running in place

Melting sneakers
Kicking speakers
Running fast reefers

My head is sore
But I need more
Stomping on dinosaurs

Run through
Kick and smash
The door

Melting sneakers
Kicking sneakers
But not why these feet hurt

Pain and torment

My only teachers

Melting sneakers
And kicking speakers

Can’t beat it
Never defeated

Melting sneakers
Kicking speakers
Black Banana
This is how the saints dance
This is how to make romance

This is how men wear pants

This is how they create chance

Cat people smell like litter boxes

Drunks smell like piss and vomit

Aching for the tailpipe methane

Broken down climate control
Three flat tires
Overdue for an oil change
Papago Father
Here now
A humble man stands before you
Bold

He is a man to admire
Kind and gentle

Charismatic
Joyous
Empowers and inspires

Unlike me

He seeks connection
A gift, a message to the world
Resisting complacency

He seeks to mend a schism

But they walk on by

A father, an effigy of a hero

He is everything we are not but should be

Morning sunshine is what we need

The water that sprouts the seed

Resisting creed and resisting greed

We bleed and breed

Freed from fairy tales in the lead
Casting off saints

Fighting hunger
Well fed

Restructuring language
Revealing truth
Overcoming adversity

Dying to live
Lying to give
Wasted Planets
American mosaic

Billionaires dump rockets in the ocean

To save the human race
Run
Time to fly to a better place
No time to waste

Drop the bomb

Leave no trace

Morbid computer screen audacity

Forgotten simplicity

Police cracking skulls

Good luck shit seagulls
Cop car biker bars
Creep and lurch
Deep in church

The puppet
Puppeteer and stage
All the same
Blood on the pew

No one absolved
No one has solved

And it’s too late

The End