(2014)
Long Haiku
The soothsayer’s words fell on the… the ones that do not hear. The ruins of the past and the ghosts they hold, are haunting my chapel,
Forgone far too long the blind one tips her scale oppositions have taken root statutes are beyond the pale Lines are juxtaposed,
Stalking in dead leaves Remington shell reaps Pour yourself some blood when your're knee deep in the mud Razorbacks in the fog
Calmly, lay down your arms. Homely dawns brought you here and our wheelhouse is empty The cyclical cycle of fear A broken home to blame
With effortless, profound lore, as cliched as lyrical facebook pos… that vibrates the shimmering silen… If the populous only knew the cost… Guiding lights,
Put on the mask Convey some sense of bravery You fucked up your first task She’ll give you no quarter I’d rather be an untried shell
Fresh out of frontiers The sole wanderer, of the endless plains The sun here is cold, it emanates a pale glow,
I’m building a soul Hoping it will fit with my shiftless heart or else these things I collect won’t mean shit.
Crush the punk fucker Generational ass rape, Show 'em the fuckin’ gallows Bitchin’ through the grapevine Convulse, retire
A siren by any other name We shared one moment Scattered through memory Infinity still spent You are apathetic
Eatin’ all the jenkem Oh, it’s he of the shadows, Steven Jenkins Homeless he rides A sum of three fingers,
He laughed you hissed choreographed sounds of a kiss protruding limbs
Youth is wasted by the elders I yearn for collective catharsis On the esoteric process The aging idealistic bunch bear down down on fresh bones
This night cannot end These fleeting minutes slow but everything’s urgent and we totally know Break it out
Face to the breeze Eyes of the empty Chilling never so literal Roaming and pitiful Kill when ripe