Eric David Lough, American poet

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"AS I ROAR DOWN THE ASPHALT IN THE BACK OF A TRUCK, MILKING THE MOUNTAIN TO FLUSH ITS TEARS, HEARING IMPAIRED, IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO FLEE, FIRE FROM EARTH, I NO LONGER NEED THE KEYS, MY GAME BOARD IS TATTERED, I SET OUT AMONG THE SPEEDING FACES LOOKING IN AND SEE THEIR TEETH CLATTER, GO OUT MAN OF HOLY GRIME, AMBUSH THE ANCIENT CITIES." E.D.L

Writings

From: Lassoed With A Decorative Tongue

PANDEMONIUM ON RYE

Father in heaven
king of kings
I love the power of words
the way they smell
like sweat and morning breath
in the sweltering heat
the way they taste
like luminous crystals
exploding in the witching hour
the way they feel
like birth or death
the way they want to feel
like for one moment
in your wondering existence
you have a grasp of what it is
to be an absolute being
poetry and prose
the true meaning of the soul
a soul dog
a lousy idol
a monstrosity
unleashing words for all humanity
with no understanding as to why
the way they sound
like coupes racing in the stinging rain
or leaves
having a rotisserie of laughter in the wind
dinner
dessert
cognac among the fiasco
a true bloodshed from the pulpit.

From: Pistol Whipped

THE AMBIGUOUS REGION

Floods and delusions in paradise

in nomine patris et filii et spiritus santi

the loss of a new arrival
among the Babylonian style rebellion

the find is sealed with a kiss
and new friends lag like nomads

the candlestick house is a
delicatessen

choosing the right candle for god
evidently involves wine slurping
and fiendish laughter

the reckless children scavage
on the back roads
in dumpsters
abandoned buildings
and the sun withers their skin
with a melting effect

the island that cares for
the daft and the dark
drifted closer

the nephilim
guard this constructed hellmouth
they are the revolting giants
of the damned
every soul here
carries disaster in their eyes

trust doesn’t exist

there are no books of guidance
no stone cut commandments

everyone is equipped with
barbarian strength
and poet are looked at
with disgust and hatred
they are a miscreation
and salt away in shame

in perpetuum.

From: Lassoed With A Decorative Tongue

$150 DOLLARS AND 30 SECONDS TO REST

I saw her glancing
dancing like rock candy
chocolate covered
cheesecake lips
moving quick lick to the beat
hips quiver
mouth watering like a juicy steak
just like the kind mom use to make
and legs that said grace
I lit up a cigarette
she walked past me
sweet smell of sassafras
staple
snappin
cinnamon stick
lips moving quick lick to the beat
and eyes that dripped dew.

From: Pistol Whipped

IT WASN’T MY INTENTION TO SLIT MY WRISTS AND BLEED ALL OVER YOUR EVENING

She told me everything

her mutinous bruises blended well with her outfit

the room of the old town hall was filled with
tight lipped whiskey and woebegone music

everyone sweated a mawkish ego
and carried yarn
free for the taking

life stories were in flash rewind

I politely turned my head
in a moment of failed conversation
scurried out the club door and had a smoke

she straggled out
crippled
flamboyant as a top

my thoughts wrangled with the pavement

I shied down town
alone
with the yawps of desperation slowly fading
into the suicidal night

and not once
did I care to look back.

From: Lassoed With A Decorative Tongue

A FOOL WITH WISE WORDS

Broken am I
my time is limitless
I have seen kings come and go
I have eaten fruit from the gardens of babylon
I have murdered
healed
led
served
I have many wounds to prove it
I feel nothing
I live by what I think is right or wrong
I show no mercy to either
I am a lost one
an illuminated soul with
a busted halo
my sword still shows flame and spark
my armor is tarnished with blood and sod
I have let my freewill get the best of me
I am the scapegoat of humankind
but I am not pure
my blood boils with liquid sin
I was made in gods image
I am his messenger
his deliverer
beware my wrath
beware my love
I have spread my wings and soared
through heaven and hell
I have seen the time pass
there are no messages to give
no salvation to deliver
I am man
beast
angel
I walk a different path
sometimes I wish destiny would
make me a hero
with a seraphim mind
a cherubim voice
I have an angelic birthright of
wanting to be wanted
by all extremities of natural and unnatural
possibilities of humankind
of all kind
I am legend being born
mingling with the cosmic mumbling of god
my knees are scarred in his glory
some hearts are born strong
are born to illuminate the world
my heart is a lake of fire
I am friend of Jehovah
I am friend of Lucifer
a friend
no one wants.