(2013)
There is a lot more or less to this than you think. Lure into legend
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.
I came here for cuts. Stale cigarette butts, Leaving the scene With poor man’s luck. Rotten
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
Someday I’m going to build a rope… and hang my thoughts in the attic. And sleep like a lightning bug smeared across a yellow wiffle-bal… Someday long after that,
(The whole point to why he did it, Was not that he gave a fuck— But rather, To explicate the fuck in which he… He said….
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 ...
I will— believe you to death oh, wondrous one! Till no one is left under the sun.
I pledge allegiance to nothing. This rag couldn’t keep me warm, I’ll rip it in strips Make thick knuckle grips, Be the truest truant in the storm.
I’m gonna ghost ride this experime… straight into a wormhole. I don’t know where it leads and I almost don’t care— (I was raised on hide and seek,
He knows so much now that he no longer understands. He’s seen every different thing and held them all in his hands. He’s examined every angle.
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…
Holy white and gutter green, Wicked trance ablaze unseen, The will of the dire in sad routin… Blasted black infernal machine. Nothing is there
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
The noise in my head is not in my… I hate to think, for it’s too hard… My universe dreams while being mis… Fighting the waves while these tra… Sorting though scabs that this atm…