The Widower

The widower rides from Hell
Backs of unholy maelstrom
Lain shrapnel death machine
Kill glory from innocents

Manic stares down a barrel
Eyes pierced on fire tread
Inferno shaping blades
Wears remnants of the dead

This mortal trophy blackened by sun

Speed through shifting skin
Holding unholy message
Rid the devil his due
Cash bounty in their blood

This mortal trophy blackened by sun

Ritual encampment
Fuel-fed carnal detachment
Mirror of depravity
Full speed acceleration

MM 2007

Snake Mountain Death Ride

Sweat 

heat 

shack 

rust
the anguish of sin 

expulsion
nest in smoky hills
sinister sound 

of jubilation
outside law of man
god protects us 

from serpent's tongue

    Feel the pulse of 

    electricity
    running through 

    the wires
    of your god 

    and demon.

Through 

distorted frames
of life 

everlasting
strychnine acid tongue 

proclaims, coming down 

of savior
exorcism 

in hand
the brightest light 

blast

The smoke 

from the trees
the sun 

from the fucking sky
deep into 

the black sky
venomous 

pulsating music
blood-poisoned 

true salvation

MM 2007

On The Backs Of Blitzkrieg

Form in lockstep march
Bayonet on shoulder blade
Crushing carcass beneath steps of
Filth soaked boots
Fight for fractured land
Rain blood running soaked ground
Forming sky of smoke
Rising from crater of Hell

Seeping on the backs of fellow man
Draining life from dying man 
Risen on the backs
On the backs of blitzkrieg

Cannon smoke burnt orange
Burning rotted flesh below
Tattered stitched gray uniform
Of cold starvation army
Demon watch on horseback
Circling around the death march
Impaling the climbing bodies
Rising from crater of Hell.

Driving on the backs of dying man
Snapping spinal column
Risen on the backs
On the backs of blitzkrieg

Bullet lodged free fall
Shattered bone over brow
Thinning forward over down
Ashes in crater of hell
Last hungry breath is drawn
Gasping for diseased air
Thinning forward over down
Ashes in crater of hell

MM 2007

High Holy Days

Hijacked 

pulpit

entombed in smoke
beggar's hand broadcast 

signs of electric 

snake

Black 

shock 

persecution, hung 

from a cross

high water mark

draining

Bullhorn 

flock
exit en mass
spread righteous 

terror

    Construction path
spike on the road
buzzards circling
combustion debris
mutilated animals, lying 

in route
plastic salvation

ties
    blood-let contribution

God, why

have you led

us this way?

MM 2007

i left my heart in san francisco bay

standing over the edge of the widest chasm- a body to careen without control- eyes swollen with tears of rememberence- it's so calm and deep and clean-

but there are no clean breaks- but we already knew- the air with a numb chill- but we already knew-

brilliant blue looks down from above- all thickness but clean and dry- on a cold and solitary figure- afraid of the depths below-

feet sewn to the ground- but we already knew- the air it breathes for you- but we already knew-

waste high in deep panarama- life moves forward below your feet- unswollen and unspoken depths- all calm in its frenzy