Tag: dark art

On Top Of Graves

I watched them tango
and do the lambada
in the very dark
and cold, in very little moonlight,
the smell of old broken men was in the air.

I was sitting on the this long branch
looking down below (quietly)
at the sick & highly twisted dancing.
The sounds of the ghoulish
was music to no ones ears,
but I listened carefully,
trying not to vomit,
as they continued to tango
and two step,
minuet,
dirty dance.
Until the sun came back again,
rushing them all away.

A Hernandez 7 29 2025

Below Me

Way down below flows this river

Full of fish and headless bodies,

Sinking cars and drowning cats;

Stenchy flowers are blooming in this muck.

Lazy overweight lizards on nasty Lilly pads,

Hungry gators looking fervently for flesh and bones,

all of them unified and floating down the stream,

Their tongues  and sharp teeth after

Swarming flies all around them.

I sit here on this hill,

Dreaming in the daytime,

Sniffing the scent of the dead

Floaters rising and sinking

To this music of the crickets

And toads in the river below me.

I seem to not see the sky

Not anymore.

I linger here watching the flow

Down below me.

My brain knows the sky is blue

Or perhaps black,

And figures why look up,

When you have all this darkness  below me?

A Hernandez 7 23 2025

I Will Dig You Out

Do you feel me?

I am very close to you.

Do you hear me?

I am speaking next to you.

Do you smell me?

I am stinking nearby.

Do you think of me?

I think of you.

Do you need me?

I am true.

It is only you that I think of.

I feel my mind now ticking away, slowly, second by second,

Like a time bomb,

Or maybe like a grandfather clock.

And soon i will cry to the moon,

And with a spoon in my hand

Dig deeper into the dirt where the light of the moon shines happily upon.

Dig and dig, deeper till

I find you there in the dirt,

With worms crawling out from your eyes and your 

Ears and your mouth.

I will dig for you.

Forever if it takes.

Under the shine of the moon.

A Hernandez 7 10 2025