A collection of poems with inspiration derived from Radiohead’s album, In Rainbows.
15 Step
Stumble, I fumble for the sake of it
Until they give up on me, they forfeit
Every step in the way feels like the first
And every thorn in my foot adds to the hurt
I count down seconds to my demise
As you look up the ladder, fluttering to rise
Hate to brag but my lows are your highs
Which is why
I stumble off the fifteenth step
and the sixteenth impales me in my thighs
Bodysnatchers
Run, run, for here he comes
amidst guitar strums
and lead from guns
Metal against red, he perches
on the ceiling above my bed
He watches down, waiting to strike,
to slit my throat as I close my eyes
But he doesn’t, he snatches me up
cuts me in a thousand ways
and scratches me up.
Run, run, for the bodysnatcher comes
He’s got your fears in a bag,
Alas, I wish he had a gun
Nude
Bare
An actor for hire
Share
A bite of desire
Blare
A note forged in fire
Stare
A body burns on the pyre
as the flames rise higher
higher than the interlude
Darling, we’ll go through
this winter, nude.
Weird Fishes/Arpeggi
Currents will me to go
slow as I read the flow
Reel against the blue of my world
as the red seeps in
and I see the wounds grow
I’d rather scavenge,
immerse myself in thirst
than feed on the worst
worst version of you
I’m that weird fish
with that weird missing fin
and the missing essence of life within
All I Need
All I Need is some sort of peace,
of a pie with a cocktail of grease
to ease the gears that grind,
in the furthest reaches of my mind,
day and night, nigh all the time
All I Need is some sort of quiet,
for these thoughts are rallying,
threatening to incite a riot
Faust Arp
Sold my soul ‘cause he paid a fair price
Sold my soul ‘cause he seemed too nice
With a soul tainted, the body withers
as the leaves in your garden, yellow and frail
I refuse to believe that the price wasn’t fair
I refuse to believe that my soul isn’t here.
Reckoner
You’re a Reckoner, I’m a master of deception
I cheat my own good, I’m good like that
A skill that few own, fewer peruse
if you were me and I were you, you’d forever abuse.
As I said, I’m good like that.
Let me be the Reckoner, I should like that.
If my destiny is great, I should fight that.
Told you so, I’m good like that.
House of Cards
A jolt, a shake and I’m back to my senses
Alas, I’d rather sleep forever
than gaze out the window
as my house of cards
tumbles to the earth
with barely a sound
These vocal chords, strained
from these emotions profound
Forget about your house of cards
as mine burns down to the ground
Jigsaw Falling Into Place
The puzzle of which I am a part of
a jagged corner piece, monotone
below the dome as rain entombs us all
The puzzle that rhymes with obscure, obscurely
A picture that begs to be painted with shades dark
some blacks and some reds, and a pale, pale white
I’m a part of the puzzle that never falls into place
for I’m a piece that floats endlessly, aimlessly through space
Videotape
Your exit, so graceful
while I limp out with a grin
and a disfigured face.
Over the sound of radio static
I record my downfall for you
In color and in Rainbows
I’ll be damned if I fall for you
Let me be, damned that is
For falling, as far as failing goes
demands grace, a projector
and a stained videotape.