(2014)
#Ill #Lie #Self
The blender of time has utilized my face as a map to find its way back home. Discombobulation
I was sick with experience, Hungover from too much time. And there she appeared. Clear. I hadn’t before seen her never,
How many times can I say I love t… Pull the tarp off of the sun. I need to learn.
In the spirit of dire news he’s holed his old souls! Walking so hard and so long through the coals. But you cannot master fire
My soul is young My soul is old My soul reflects Atomic gold. And over lives
Assorted spine bones and a hundred pieces of cartilage and rivets—suspended in the thickest darkest purplest jello. Encased in a leather tube; more like trapped. Grinding and crackling ...
Farts of the ignoramus puff throug… Settling like a godzillian foot up… Waving at oxblockheads gumming wai… Mimicking hardcore hallmark mawks… Intravenously syphoning squalid tr…
I love the way the sky defends the… The way the waves do break upon th… But when the clouds seep in to dis… My eyes begin to guide the tides o… My fingers twitch; I smell the he…
Death is not an option like it was when I was young, But that old familiar noose still ties a knot around my tongue… Strangling the letters
Holy white and gutter green, Wicked trance ablaze unseen, The will of the dire in sad routin… Blasted black infernal machine. Nothing is there
Falling off the bottom of your bli… unkempt and lost like a fart in th… crucifying the dip clinging to you… kids hang their cellphone bills on… Your fridge is covered in crappy a…
Until then, I can’t believe it’s less than a w… Have a good night; take care. I like the way I dress. Every vampire needs a guardian.
As in The ice petals of an orchid challenging an entire glacier comprised of all that enchanted the very same seed from which
I’m waiting for the smuggler’s moo… Until then, I just want to deliqu… turn off my bed and sleep in my T… And dream of walking on grass ever… before it all slips away in a conc…
I deserve to be alive But I deserve to be alone, I trim the hair of God As if it were my own. It is not.