my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling
disregarded flesh from abattoir to your plate feeding dominion
an illness so cold he sees flames as medicine and treats his disease
i am my own ghost i am haunted
though it takes a daily muster of all you got empties you out and leaves you wanting
the crowd is divisive full of bickering ideologies and overstimulated thoughts of what makes us different we lose sight of the fact
i saw atrocity and deceit upon the… blood spilling down its jagged cli… tragedies unbound scaling the peak i tried to warn others not to climb this vicious monster
tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…
i think of drinking with the moon but Li Po already did that hundreds of years ago among the petals of China i think of walking alone into a di…
i expose myself a show boat and a show pony i suppose myself a poet
tire takes the pirate seeking lost treasures of sleep sails into goodnight
black shirts worn at day they spoke mostly of music bonded by the odd
youth in his favor with young wome… a whole world ahead of him but the silly son of a bitch doesn… instead of seizing the day he spends his time obsessing over…
when it is most impossible to be there for yourself
the first line wrapped itself arou… a quickly tightened noose to take his breath away a second stanza slashed down his w… like a cold razor blade of verse
