disregarded flesh from abattoir to your plate feeding dominion
when it is most impossible to be there for yourself
man that lives to yearn sips at the tit of poison no will, but to die
i wanted to vote but looking at the ballot i wondered “for what?”
i drifted onto your shore a withered vessel the skeleton of a ship torn sails draped over masts like dead bodies
my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling
time is one my side but what time is it? is it Killing Time?
he keeps it bottled for days like these vintage destinies rush toward the… breaths of dead fruits inhale deep… and he drowns himself in their req…
she dances like a fool at the idio… gracelessly fueled by cocktails and
when governments fall the power goes out and civilization is in the shamble… of its own undoing Uncle Dan has plenty of survival…
tire takes the pirate seeking lost treasures of sleep sails into goodnight
there she was again in my dreams last night perhaps it is faulty programming a virus or malware but for whatever reason
the Allen Bradley Tower clock looks at me like an all knowing ey… it tells me “you are home you were not born here
in one kiss four lips translate all the languages of the world into a story none of us understand
coiled in a moment of wonder to ponder the venom of his existen… remembering every instance that he prepared himself to strike with no recollection of hatching
