(2013)
#Dirt #Empathy
Solemn, arcane, Shooting, exploding Into millions of pearls with the s… Eroding, diluting, The oaks are bloating!
I came here for cuts. Stale cigarette butts, Leaving the scene With poor man’s luck. Rotten
My father had a motorcycle. It was a Triumph. Once in a while he would put me on the back and take me for rides.
Swaying within the context of mad-made slime, Like a pendulum bound to the sky with time.
Means Absolutely nothing To me. Always has. Always will.
A trillion ghosts of bugs quietly haunting this ramshackled shack. I only notice them on hollowed eves
Let me molder on the surface of the Earth. Leave me on dirt with dross and peace. Let the four seasons sweep over my husk. In blood crush dust and petrified grease…. A feast for my inse...
….and They picked each other apart like flower petals until
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…
....And as my nicked up, nostalgia… soul gets down on its knobby knees… And prepares to transcend the igno… and dive into the whitest light...… It SCREAMS—
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
Basking in smut Like a shot to the head, Fingernails clean, doused in red Rather you’d wage your war instead Till every last one of your soldie…
Tuck me under the blundering sun When I was the younger wondering… I could make liquid diamonds from… I could be fairly invisible too, Spying on bugs while hiding from y…
I will walk into this hurricane an… I will travel in peace with that g… I will ground your lightning again… I will mull my scarred skin into s… I will outlive this native curse.
My time is infinite, my blood is t… My eyes are old as they witness de… Objective and obvious, clear and q… The truth may be strange but it fi… Writhing in your will, eyeing the…