35 New Poems, etc...
This is the place
This is the place where the weak
suffocate on love
This is the place where centuries
are learned and discarded in seconds
This is the place where great minds
just before the madness sets in
This is the place where chaos becomes order
then back to chaos again
This is the place where the highway dares you
to get as far from home as possible
and never look back
This is the place where futility is a virtue,
a problem no medication can solve
This is the place where language
does not exist
Let Me In
I want to be the drug that takes off your mask.
I want to destroy that ghost you see when you look in the mirror.
I want to extinguish the flames that burn at your pride.
I want to neutralize the poison in your mind and return your innocence.
I want to tear down the barriers that isolate you from your dreams.
I want to bury the old world for you.
I want to give you back control of your fate.
I want our minds to unite in one perpetual orgasm.
I want us to live again.
Is it all a sad
I may abuse the
apathy cruise control
but behind your eyes
are dead highways to
and I have to be
Life's Complaints Department (get over it)
Take it out on me.
That’s what I’m here for.
Make me work for it.
Make me feel it.
Your relationship is dead.
I want you to spit bile.
You hate your kids.
Let your tongue be your weapon.
The mortgage payment is overdue.
Show me that desperation.
You got some bad news.
Prove to me your diamond hard anger.
You’re having car problems.
I want the blood to rush to your head.
I am the wall that absorbs the wreckage of your life.
I am your temporary enemy.
I am a sponge with a face.
I calmly roast in my own public hell.
Forsaken by my fragile identity.
The sweat soaks through my shirt.
An accidental pain junky.
Ready for another fix.
Rebirth of confused killers through media worship
Destruction of family dynamics by kindergarten logic
Control of mental growth through obscene knowledge
Release of intrusive emotions through unknowable euphoria
Realization of subconscious alienation by disturbed miracles
Exorcism of creative thought from detached monotony
Confirmation of spiritual decay through intentional neglect
forging funeral invitations
sodomizing burnt out televisions
while filling the fridge with cigarette butts
jerking off in the back seat of a hearse
and mocking nuns in purgatory
short-circuiting brain transmissions
by destroying the cycle of hereditary genes
avoiding middle class cemeteries
by staying isolated from consumer trends
flirting with that girl at the checkout counter
by penetrating her sly web of intrigue
suffering the brutality of jail for sublime thought crimes
while the killers talk of tomorrow…
Suicide Girl (for Charles Bukowski)
laid back sociopath
at a bar
and he tells me he's got
this scrawny jewish girl
obsessed with the holocaust
suffering in his bed
She asks him to lick
her suicide scars
Then they get down to business
while he wonders
"If she's an atheist
why is she such a cold fuck?"
Just thought I'd let you know
the harsh wind
brought tears to my eyes
so I thought of something sad
it made sense at the time
and then I kicked a piece of trash
onto the road
for no reason at all
and thought of something happy
Martyrs (written February 4th)
Is it too late to show the martyrs LOVE?
To soak their sadness in bleach awhile?
Will they never turn back?
The weight of desperate ideology
a magnet that pulls a heart
that lost one too many battles
For some kind of THRILL
For some kind of PURPOSE
Soaking their conscience in
a stranger’s blood
What do they have to lose?
What do they have to gain?
All they know is a sitcom existence,
empty pockets and pain
The weak attach to the strong
for a piece of the glory
Another dream dead
Another atrocity committed
Sounds like the same old story
Opinions (written February 11th)
just isn't interesting
You're starting to sound
like rejected old folklore
my opinions aren't exactly
selling on the black market
Drunk in Parkdale
Parkdale explodes like a vicious rash
all over my body.
The darkness grabs me like a clumsy whore
Disguising me from what hides
among restless shadows.
Bad livers and forgotten fossils drift on by,
choking on the night.
Am I making sense of the madness
or madness out of the sense?
I can never decide.
So I laugh at myself,
stupid and hollow and wonder
What day of the weak
does Capital Punishment come to town?
And why am I, once again
playing the role of the Neanderthal clown?
She was beautiful in a ruthless way
A punishing God's unholy creation
Taunting men with a brutal lack of conscience
The whole world was in love with her
and she couldn’t care less
So she went on with her charmed life
Goddammit, that girl was blessed with the
true nature of evil
and I loved her for it
But she'd just look away,
murdering me with her silence
To her, I was about as memorable
as a scrap piece of newspaper
being swept along in a dry summer breeze
Feeling her truth was PURE SUFFERING
Accidental Love Poem
At first sight
your clothes fit you
almost too well
Did I see your eyes
turn my way?
Maybe I want a nice girl
Are you out of my league?
Can I penetrate your intrigue?
So please walk by again
Although it would look good
if I’m not talking to you like this tonight
Because I’m as good as lost
when you are nearby
how many worlds of the imagination
can you explore
until you meet someone
who shows a little bit more
do not fear
your eventual death
all of your questions answered
after one final breath
you are just
that's going to
I'm telling you
that your dreams
are so beautiful and pure
that I need to reach
a certain state of drunkenness
to even begin to fathom them
because they just don't
make much sense
in my world
the sick, the depraved, the desperate
all the scum in this
do not welcome them into your arms
throw them back into darkness
refuse to confront them in the midst of their ugliness
ignore the rotten smell of body and spirit
eating itself alive
if you show them kindness
they will latch onto you like a virus
and strip you bare
do not offer your mercy
do not offer your pity
throw them back into darkness
it's what they understand
images blur into each other
sounds melt together
past and future join together
into living shadows
hypnotized by time
an oath against
routine of consciousness
how many miracles am I
supposed to perform?
don't you worry about ethics
out of nothing
nothing between the lines
metaphors that mimic nothing
imagery equal to nothing
nothing worth understanding
nothing worth knowing
nothing wasting my time
back to the beginning
because in the end
the whole effect
from my balcony
stuck on a tree branch
wind filling it with air
fighting to remain
I'm a bit misguided
I sometimes neglect my appearance
My brain has been through
blunt force trauma
I speak the language of regret
I overdose on my emotions
I use sarcasm because it
keeps me interested
I have a mild death wish
My enemies are usually
figments of my imagination
An aura of disaster occasionally
follows me around
What does not confuse me is desire
So keep your heart within reach
Because I'm coming for you like the PLAGUE
they were terrible, stupid lovers
insecure, ugly assholes
temporarily in luck
running from life
running from nothing
fucking in a field under the stars
the molested mutant pregnancy of
performing a strange autopsy
of the imploding night sky
you can focus on
or you can focus on
or you could go
50 / 50
that way you don't
I walk past
a dead rabbit
on the street
A cigarette butt
sticking out of its
burned in my
Never seen a
of postmodern art?
Or some simple
unsure of the
I end up at the same
trendy bar that I tried to avoid
in high school
Same old songs
Same old people
Same old shit
The usual boring melodrama
Everyone trying to look like they belong
Jocks showing off with obedient women in tow
Obnoxious DJ’s and drunken sing alongs
It’s too loud to talk to anyone
A girl with a mini skirt brushes by me with that
vacant, hard to get look in her eyes
Or maybe she’s just incredibly stupid
I try to make my way to the washroom and almost
puke in disgust after being overwhelmed
by the potent mix of cologne and perfume
I drink and drink but the ugliness can’t hide
After awhile I give up and play
hard to get as I walk out into
the indifferent night
I looked up
from my chair
on the balcony
and saw a seagull
casually flying by,
letting the wind be
I thought to myself
'They're actually very
when their mouths
I find your
Your flaws are starting
to grow on me
Always at odds with
Set adrift in a
with poor coping
We both have needs
However dull and
It is still desire
The Great Stink of Existence
Character flaws on course for collision.
Suppressed emotions bubbling to the surface.
Leaning over the edge at an unsustainable angle.
Plague coming in impossible disguises.
Running from all that is ugly.
This grinning sin.
This burning skin.
Trying to break free from forced molds of cowardice.
Restoring a system of ideals that were used in childhood
to recognize impending dangers to pure states of indulgence.
The unlimited potential for misunderstanding.
Feel the lie.
Suffering in the wrong perspective.
Trying to find the balance.
I had thought of all these perfect things to say
but they don’t make sense anymore.
to your house
so I can
all over your
until you feel
to pick up
TAKE MY GIFT WITH RESPECT.
City of Filth
Upon entering the room
I climb silently onto the bed
and stomp on the pillows
with my filthy boots
caused by drifting aimlessly
through city streets.
Lay your head down
on your dirty pillow
in this city of filth.
Once upon a time an ugly, wretched woman had a child
She locked him in his room and beat him senseless
Eventually her loneliness drove her insane
Her child grew older and became a man
He started to leave the house once in awhile
when Mom was babbling to herself
He found a girlfriend
He didn’t have much exposure to the world
He was confused by her love
But he decided it made him happy
Mom found out
She beat him severely
Made him bleed quite nicely
Broke his nose
Carved him up with a razor
Put him in the trunk
Drove him out to the country
Threw him on the road
Then she found his girlfriend
Mom poked her eyes out
Beat her with a tire iron
Broke her fingers
Drove her out to the country
Threw her on the road
She wandered blind for awhile
She heard her boyfriend sobbing
She went to him
Mom pulled up in her car
Clutching a shotgun,
she shot them both dead
in each other’s arms
A girl asked me what I want out of life
I want blinding love
I want decent orgasms
I want to exploit the alphabet
I want to confuse a religion
I want to encourage a masochist
I want to suck back a little darkness
I want to start a cult
I want to deconstruct my identity
I want my dreams to be pure again
I want my childhood belief in dignity
I want to stay healthy despite questionable behaviour
I want to learn from your mistakes
I want some kind of desperate salvation
I want to have an opinion on everything
I want to get my laundry done
And eventually, I want death
I dove into
Under the blanket of night
everything was quiet
It felt like we were the only ones
I felt invincible
A tingling sensation
crawled up my spine
Giving my brain a lesson
that love is stronger than lust
Tidal waves of energy
This is what freedom feels like
Any demon that still mattered to me
was calmly pacified
Perfection was what I got
without even asking
I could feel my heartbeat
in my head
The years I had wasted
I claimed my territory
like a rabid dog
and silently delivered
on the unspoken promise
All of a sudden I was
everything she ever wanted
The night slipped into magic
And that was good enough for me
Flirting With Madness
Who the hell is Kevin C. Pearce?
Did he go deep undercover?
What is he, some sort of rogue?
Is he abusing sedatives again?
Is he the hunter or the hunted?
Is his heart breaking on the instalment plan?
What kind of debauchery is this?
Are we supposed to believe him
when he has so many secrets?
The mind shivers at the thought
Too late for mistakes
Too early for the song and dance
His soul stabilized by death threats in dreamland
The telephone will be today’s chosen weapon
Paranoid cults, drugs in the food
Roaming scared in dangerous foreign lands
Coded blasphemy for a noisy world
Some days my brain is on fire
The executioner is off today
Give him a break
He has the same sickness as the rest of us
Give him your last words
Wrap up your entire life in a sentence
Keep visiting that gravesite until
the guilt becomes manageable
Goddamn memory bringing up a past
I can’t quite handle right now
Keep that cyanide tab in your shoe
Some people can’t stomach the violence
Their ignorance is what keeps them alive
Put your fast food flag away for another day
Burn your favourite book, consume the ashes
I wonder, how much of your hatred is self-taught?
Ancient sorrows dragged through the mud
How much chaos can you handle?
The greatest danger was believing your lies
Although your nightmares showed great promise
It seems nobody knows what an innocent world looks like
It’s the slaves that make the best dancers…
I don't care about
the solar system
These words mean nothing to me
I'm through with contemplation
I want to be your good piece of heaven
I need something from your heart in return
Sometimes I may need you to be strong for me
Your eyes against me make me wonder
Has anyone told you different?
Tell them to get out of my way
Let Me Explain (from the archives)
Take my heart
out of this desert
and lead me to the flood
Help me dream again
I am saying this because
I am desperate
I will burn my possessions for you
I will cast off society and be
a beggar for you
I will live under a bridge for you
Under all those people who aren’t dying
because of your silence
I’ll be the sinner and the saint
Whichever you prefer
You’ve already made me a coward
I understand why some drink until
their liver explodes
I’ve often reached that depth
But something always pulls me out
This time it has to be you
My imagination is useless without you
Because I want you here, now
My words are empty without you
A ghost town
I promise I will tell you everything about
how I came to be this way
How my entire life has been leading up
Know that I am righteous
My corpse will be waiting
Even in daylight
every room is dark
the ghosts of dead junkies
roam the hallway
the walls are speechless
the fridge is committing suicide
the bathtub needs a victim
the toilet is beautiful
the neighbours are boring assholes
It may not be paradise
but it has given me new life
and the writing continues
with reckless abandon
The Triumph of Degradation (from my shock value days in the mid 90's)
a fresh start
a new hunger
a vicious and voracious appetite...
you can smell the fear
sharpen your axe
inhale the madness
committed to learning all the sins
everything has a purpose
anything can kill
another meeting held by cultural terrorists
testicles shudder at the sheer horror of it all
prosecute...execute...bury and piss on
refuse to moralize or analyze
keep the charade going FOREVER
now tell me
what's it going to be?
a hero's epitaph or a fool's siren song?
stop waiting for the prophet's handshake
he sold you out and left you
with memories of childhood spent in dream land
"Shut up" he says
"This gravesite is sacred...MIND YOUR MANNERS."
Atheists and Christians wait for the next city burning
Their kingdoms, ash.
this poem co-written with Sam Geezer
won't you come down from your
drug and booze hit parade
for a moment
so we can discuss something important
so I can spread my evil around
and gently steer the conversation
between reality and fantasy
to complete my perfect vision
so we can join the others in an
orgy of madness
in this drugged out paradise of
where is your beauty now?
our heartbeat's echo off the walls
as my eyes adjust to your darkness
you apologize for being selfish
for only thinking of your orgasms
as your womb eats itself
She sits by the window and says a silent prayer for her daughter to call. She can’t stand knitting anything anymore. She sits with her pot of coffee and her cigarettes and tries to ignore the sound of the neighbour’s lawnmower. Her faded dress is marked with coffee stains and burn holes. A little caffeine buzz won’t hurt. She had drank seven cups just to feel something. She isn’t sure what exactly. Life just isn’t that interesting anymore. The cat puke is starting to smell. A turkey rots on the dusty kitchen table. The newspapers lay in a pile on the verge of collapse. Unread. A cockroach makes its way quickly up her arm as Oprah casually starts another spiritual cult for the independent woman on the television. They may as well be talking in a foreign language. Faith won’t visit the forgotten today but sleep will come. Tomorrow, more of the same and nobody to blame.
Another Desperate Junky (fiction)
Thinkin about the pipe. Woke up on the floor. All is pipe. Hustle for pipe. Gonna cut my throat if I can’t fill my FUCKIN PIPE. Bitch took my last money and ran. Search the goddamn apartment. Roaches and bottles and empty pipes. No money. Out the door. First fuckin stupid face gets it. Knock the fucker straight off his legs. Watch him fall. Face hits the concrete. Empty thud. Right pocket. Wallet in hand. Grab his cell phone. Run like a motherfucker. Gonna get set up. Dealer says go. Run five blocks like unbelievable. Bang on the door. Bitch answers. Big surprise. See bro suckin pipe at kitchen table. Hug the fucker with tears in my eyes. Drop money. Hit on pipe. Tears come again. Relief. Massage my mind. Massage my spine. Massage my fuckin stupid guts. Stress whores gone. In the zone. Fuckin holy fuck. Shit is BUTTER.
JAIL - fiction
Got thrown in jail. No letters, no visits, no cigarettes. Nothing. Nobody around to care. A goddamn living hell. Inmates eyeing me down in the shower. Flexing their muscles with stupid grins on their stupid faces. Letting me know I was nothing. A piece of meat. Waving their dicks around like they know some goddamn thing. When the fists start flying nobody cares. Cowards. I’ve hit rock bottom and I never could have imagined the trouble I see. They say only after you’ve lost everything are you free to do anything. It’s a goddamn lie. You’re paralyzed by the fear. The way these people look at you you’d think death had its hand up their ass, manoeuvring them like some goddamn puppet. People do desperate things when love isn’t part of the equation. Most of these turds have never read a book in their life. Clueless idiots. I’m sick of seeing the hate in their eyes. Just get it over with and kill me if you have to. You’d be doing me a favour. Just try to make it as painless as possible. Either do it or just get out of my face. There’s this big dude with brain damage. Whenever he attempts to explain something he just repeats “It is what it is and it’s not what it is not.” That’s more or less the extent of his vocabulary. In some strange way I almost feel sorry for him. Almost. My cellmate gets bored and farts in my face when I’m trying to sleep. He’s human garbage. He’s a slimy piece of shit who should have been flushed at birth. He’s in here because he took some guy’s head off with a machete and stabbed him in the heart about thirty times. Real charming prick. He comes from scum. He’s a trick baby. His mother was a junkie hooker. The guards look at me like I just threw dog shit at them. Respect doesn’t exist. I want out. I want a lot of things. I don’t have a prayer. I’m gonna get stabbed. I can feel it. I don’t even care anymore. Enough writing. Let’s agree to put an end to this right now.