Biography of Derek Kuborn
Derek Kuborn Poems
Collectively we're all made of yarn Weaving through laughter and sorrow with an open hand. I can't help but to unravel around you, lose form, turn into utterly nothing. Perhaps some day a woman in her years Will construct me into an afghan or some sort of comfort for others.
Let's Pretend You'Re A Violin
Lets give in to the midnight hens. And I'll shudder for you when the warm air bends. Lets pretend you're a violin
A Cat Named Oswald
She has a cat named Oswald That makes the Christmas tree fall. I hold her tight as my stone wall crumbles down the assembly hall.
I hope your grave is nice and cozy Because I'm that spider in your neck. And I will crawl and crawl inside you Until you wish for me back.
Auerbach's Cellar In Leipzig
I'm changing this every time we kiss. We picked our graves. Our families should have came. I'm preaching words that you don't wanna hear. But the bibles wrong. It is all in fear.
It's easy to get lost when your mind is a fortress And you pray for some doves but only find hornets. I've spoken of hope for all my desires, And now I'm spitting them up in the face of the liars.
The Descent To Malebolge
My eyes are filled with wonder When the demons take me under. I cant help but to haunt her With my former drinking brother.
I fell asleep with you right next to me. I smoked a cigarette when you were gone It helps keep the thought of you in my lungs. I've got smoke in my lungs,
I'm jealous of the fact I can't be living in the clouds. I'm reaching out for all the birds and sleeping with out drought. And I'd wave at all the people, and they would smile as it rained. And I'd make the world better then beginning with all the names.
My blood pumps this oil that isn't mine. The devils drinking with me tonight. We've spent years and years
My tree limbs grow in even tolls to carry the dead i hold in full. But my painted skin it peels and peels Until my bones are all that show.
These Cats Are Really People
I met a woman with wooden shoes. Every time she took a step she made the ground move. Her face was melting to liquid candle wax. It seemed her time had come, but she could only laugh.
My Name Is Ganon
I've got courage on my side. That's more than I can say for your hide. I've got smoke in my lungs. It burns deep inside till I can't feel enough.
We Are The Coyotes
I hear the floorboards moaning, And the walls they make me sick. I'm living in a coffin Full of men who paid for tricks.
We Are The Coyotes
I hear the floorboards moaning,
And the walls they make me sick.
I'm living in a coffin
Full of men who paid for tricks.
Like soldiers in a cupboard,
He stores me at his will.
My arms are made of rifles,
And I'm coming for the kill.