Comfort

Imaginary resistance

Seduced by howls
Comfort

sink your talons in a church pew
...a buffet of sympathetic insects
...resolved to cure this insufferable plague
...a starving residue that insinuates

most creative abandonment
most abstract interpretation

Occam's Razor no cross to bear
Sensual razorwire orchestra

divine to touch, divine as such!

...threatening ambiguous tenants of ire

preposterous untruths
egregiously stretched
wireframe sky rendered
out of the cognizance

Garnering absolution reminds them
of the price affixed to resolution

an infinite voyage across the ocean
lent some mild apprehension
when the colours, where the notice
what left for the infinitesimal design

Eleven o' Clock

At ease with the angel's will to die
Surprised by the elasticity of these bonds
A floater conspired to eye mutiny
Gunned down by these flashes of light

Unless the mantis magistrate
Reveals the orchid's kingdom
A generation will flood the inferno
Lost in a castrated society

The vessel on sea holds wine
While apart from embarrassment
The roots lock the shutter for the flame
Bald with glasses filled with bourbon

Drone tone manifesto indignant with umbrage
Prone clone dignified by stabs in the back

With a boot in the ass
They fill their glasses
Push them down on their brows
Livid in acorns heart diaries

Ancient

My eyes saw the illusion of paradise
While your eyes escaped to dimension X
Always: life is just a series of meaningless games!
That's cool with me, I know it's not just about sex.

Pyramids lend me suggestions
I knew you could see it too
Erased my face from that campus
Eternal memory remains intact

Age used to be meaningful then I lost time
Invincible perspective I carry to the end
At 21, I'm 12,
30, 23, 50!

This barricade accepts only fast thought time
Cross the line, cross the fucking line
Embrace what's always been your right
As a sentient individual in a sane mind

It's not up to the repeater gestapo
They have no say in how far you go
Physical restrictions overcome by the mind
Let the ticking heart clock unwind

Drop a cigarette from the fire escape
Light your cigarettes on the fire, escape!
Throw a brick off the fire escape
Crush the hard drive, escape!

The Tail

The piston discharged sparks
Lightning bolts filled the cantina
Ocean left to find quiet
Den of ospreys caught the fire

Their mouths left scorched
Meteor detritus on the horizon
The southern hemisphere ablaze
Shadowed submarine aberrations

Drenched trees in napalm
Kissed breeze with chloroform
Talk now to the horses
They are your only friends

Gravel in sidewalks messed
Covering up gravestones of marble
Fox tails whisper lazy secrets
Like electrically transmitted signals

Banded patterns of green foliage
Snowflake designed again
Through the portal of blind sin
Weapon of mass insurrection

Unfolded drying eyes above
Panorama of hysteria seen
Etched in witchgrass
On some young river

Lynched

There was no way out of the front line
Walls all covered by an invisible net
Not a bug could escape without spines
Dry like their legs were in concrete

The man walking by eats his children
The vocation of a surgeon at work
We've undergone the descent
Now to relapse into scoundrels

Dragonfly queen of club foot dream
Phantasmic shrink telling me off to therapy
Even in my dreams I remember I'm clean
Shoelaces untied despite my best attempts

Forgotten scimitar of underdevelopment
Torn kite-strings in shards wept swept away
Less legitimate litigations arrest ligaments
The screams of a forest at night

Relaxed in realignment, adjusted to confinement
Abraxas on hold, devil sows no more gold
Staircase wrapped around the neck
One half of a hand is red, the other blue
Somebody lost the other hand
Tied to a tree by an angry mob

Magnetic

Visited by spirits in the midday heat
Sweltering not only my soul but my arms
Aching from dragging the lake for bones
Return to my basement and washing machine

Pretended to be tigers lurking in grass
Turns out I'm safer in my car
Tried to pry apart the candy bars
So I can climb back into the engine

Listening to spiders in the honorary tomb
I believe I've found my spot here
Dogcatchers left my lawn six months ago
Salvo of curtains got chained in their wake

Hind legs pinned to rods, I can dance
Two spines of equal magnitude
Compelling me to breathe out gold tongues
Fastened to plant leaves and gravel

Planetary cosmetics like your face
Your galaxy explodes out your eyes
Magnifying glass shattered from the hairlip
Imaginary friend since childbirth

Black coffee and cigarettes

I tried to get lost in girls, but that just reminded me how hard it is to be a man.
I tried to get lost in drugs, but that just revealed how hard it is to live sober.
I tried to get lost in books, but that just told me how many better books there are, full of forbidden knowledge.
I tried to get lost in the city, but that just stripped me of my personality.

- suddenly! -

Expound

your insight in an hourglass

our glass ceiling within
the pinnacle of inescapable forbidden dystopia
wherever forever dwells inside the ocean

a myth like a guitar's name
twice torn from ether

......the paragon of what has not been before
...lamely nailed, hamstrings in the moth's web
One more reminder!

forget your past.

Wire Smile

They found a way to compress a window
into a single pane of glass. Now the
pain escapes through a single window, the
one in my father's hospital room. He sits
and drinks and eats, his eyes wide like
a frightened child's. And all the while
the eyes on the ceiling keep the air
from coming in. Tired of losing your
train of thought? Try considering yourself
trained of thought, or deranged of thought,
no longer tired of blaming the same old
braincells. Each one is a cell in this binary
pathway, each thought controlled
by the ones around it.

Cartoon Characters

tidy little clean up
she left me a mess
just say shut the fuck up
they found a sad red dress

- but -

breathin' in
breathin' away
breathin' alone
feels like my soul's gone

lookin' up
lookin' through
lookin' away
because i don't see you

- then -

isometric without perspective
consolidation by nailgun
dissonant through paranoia
incongruity while isolated

Pirate's Lament

it's all falling apart in tiny metal shards
breaking up like my fingernail polish
said he'd never lose that bracelet
when the morning came round it was gone

tossed the puke-soaked rag away
somewhere in a hotel trash can
just to remind him, hope he remembers
how trash can bring a man down

fuck-up shit like i fuck shit up
in the manner of the fuck-up i am

and now i know i found true love
her jaw thunderstroke to my damaged sinuses
maybe one of these days we'll grow old
maybe another day we'll do it together

all i know is that before her
sobbing about meaninglessness ended the night
i'd scream "life is just a series of games!"
picking the position of a fetus over an ICU

now both our points are valid
i'm just glad we've got them both
validating our points with our union
now that i'm glad, we can be together