(2014)
#Own #Self #Thine
Someday the Earth will open with… To eat its own and save itself fro… This murk we shape from life is va… We bow our heads to the shame we e… You see—you know—and yet you drive…
I’ve been allergic to beauty For 35 years In a series of diphenhydramine dre… Spring stings And all of these tears
With the laugh of madness For the love of God We bathe in sadness A delicate facade A carnal spell
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
Pitch-black flashback Immaculate hallucination. As I wring the sweat from my memo… Into this laceration. The only love I’ve ever had,
There is a lot more or less to this than you think. Lure into legend
Dreams are escape from the undergr… I overdose and write it down— Reality comes From all around; Look at this pretty flower I’ve f…
It follows to say I thought what… But nothing arrived and time was n… If only the space in which I have… Came back to conquer my authored s… I might well be on my way to where
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…
I like words that spin and glide and slide like vernacular helicopter waterfall rides. A typhoon surprise
Unless they want them to bake and… In the nuclear waves of this fake… To decay in a world their parents… Oh, to be young, and truly afraid. So fuck Fukushima and ignore the…
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 ...
Obfuscating in an empyrean cumulon… Contiguous with some rakish air wo… Fed wild through actuality; leavin… For immunity to the gods, frames…
....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—
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