lookout.
i am turning
you are screaming
disease is stoking
a principal
withstanding
our breathing
steaming
distended legs
arms in heathen
arguable
external
shakes to breaking
droning desire
in a car
overnight lookout
i am yearning
you are scheming
this ease is choking
invincible
outstanding
our beating
dreaming
intended begs
harm in heaven
are you able?
internal
breaks to shaking
honing this fire
in a jar
overnight lookout.
(C)2012
Christopher Vaughn
twist.
in a world of illusion
a twist in evolute
font across a pent up bit
this chafe of bliss
sing out
breathing quip
ticks breaking up
the lithium moods
wing it
branding underneath
these tips are older
days wiser
a blot across this mouth
tepid water
facing a picture
impressive
a cruelty bench
mark it
feeding a belted arc
throwing up
a ghost invention
one to three more hits
this ache of kiss
wring out
laid quieter in truths
lay seconds later
in faking hush
a bruise tumult
illusory
twist.
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christopher vaughn
break this.
take this
window of doubt
a score to throw it
through the rocky fixing
a breaking will
no monsters cringe
dreams linger saving
take a faster heart
months ghosting age
a core inside stronger
to face
the fangs scathing
mortal bravado
hands pushing forward
no words tenuous
holding close
unbroken still
storm the seas
willing light within
to flood through
window of doubt
break this.
for Joshua Casey.
i believe in healing for you my friend.
(C)2012 Christopher Vaughn
ian.
torn soul
silhouette
dance in shudder
flinching
dogma
stage casting
imprint
love sickened
ravaging
mirrors fangs
fortress
in skin
agony
a built loss
in voices
wording
sarcasm
escaping here
fists fold
atoms fail
atmosphere.
(C)2012
Christopher Vaughn
fit in.
fit into it
a tryst
trusting
filing
licking the stones
the costing
forts of youth
building
a fisting
cages
plights argue
skip a beating
centipede scolding
confide
unhinged
fitting in it
paper to air
firing
monstrosities
days can finger
you outcast
pusher
corruptive lying
a man
inability seeing
cheater
willing
a mythos
plots
faith bitching
fitting in.
(C)2012 Christopher Vaughn
naked.
sitting naked here
in a room sideways
you cut me twice
and shake me cold
the black river
your heart bleeds
singe hairs
fucking up the wrists
pick opinions
colours building
slants soldier
the boy is removing
you kissing
that’s telling
a waste of fungi
hitting this parchment
full of resenting
i shook your heart
sing a whimper
like you don’t remember
holding me here
no is your answer
darkening linger
the legs folding over
someone seems sick
or softer
talking to walls
dig at a root
cracking teeth
feel what is broken
ditch the quiet
pry out the tears
you eat up
smiling the way you do
sitting naked there.
(C)2012 Christopher Vaughn
in the corner of the room.
the melting light
is breathing through
a corpuscle’s rage
is hurting you
fold these hands
beneath your waist
a million minutes
is stolen haste
twist the knife
agonize a rage
a looking glass
is empty stage
crush display
the faking heat
a darker portrait
is standing neat
altruist youth
break this heart
a cracking smile
is torn apart
reveal the seed
an impatient lie
a mortal coding
is standing by
the burning face
is scoring through
a fate of mine
is mixed with you
in all the years
when time seems to beat us
i always think of you
as my rock
as the strength to hold
to keep a balance
and all of the love you give
from your heart
never wavering
as my rock
to keep strong always
in the dark and the light
when the world seems to beat us
i always think of you
as my rock
the strong arms holding
saving from fear
inspiring me to dream
to love like you do
unfettered
as my rock
in all the years
when anything tries to beat us
i always think of you.
for you Mom on Mother’s Day.
i love you always!
lover’s fall.
he is walking inside this room
head down fashioning the doom
packed up tight the muscle need
a blue faced window caving heed
wick of candle edging low
fathomless a heartless blow
weaker fingers abruptly flick
this hand is fading in the sick
holding curtains at a wall
plastic features molding crawl
hips concocted in a twist
hitching voice might soon insist
pick a fluid jarring vein
a mother nodding is insane
heat beneath a windowsill
the heart is beating from the will
shake a mortal singing thought
a vacancy is what he bought
sheets so wet a patient price
cataclysmic shirking vice
happen in a dreaming stance
a pomp and choking circumstance
slip months to life behind an eye
break reflection in his cry
the lover reeling in this skin
tormented slowly from within
he is flummoxed shadow art
cordoned drawn and ripped apart
stop in floppy sideways breath
loose his arms in solemn death.
(C)2012 Christopher Vaughn
Photo: (C) Melissa Bailey.
Daemonia (Salt of the Earth)
saline lipstick
volatile wick
shudder gusting
pills stirring sick
failing maker
soulless taker
mantra rusting
filthy shaker
onwards locust
built on mistrust
faith beneath each
fold in disgust
arc of failure
skinning paler
angelic wing breach
lurid tailor
score to reckon
mark the second
will to beseech
those who beckon
ill of weaker
vile the seeker
covenant broken
demon keeper
only wasting
soul is basting
her will deeper
saline spoken.
(C)2012 Christopher Vaughn
