It's always quiet

Two thirty in the morning. Staring at the sky with a clenched jaw.
I think, "My cigarette is almost out."

wednesday flames

I was just sitting out on the street, and I saw her on a windowsill. Didn't think much of it at first, don't think of much at all these days. But after a couple of minutes I just couldn't ignore it. She was like a quiet organ piece, something solemn. The kind of broad you want to take out in a car, driving nowhere in particular. How could I ignore that on such a quiet Summer evening?

Slaughterhouse Baby

The heaviest draught of deflowered access would sink into our faces as tombs.

You've gotten far too encumbered and it sickens me.

Broadened horizons milked for their sanity.

failed antics

vast arms

typographical errors

the basics

biii

A Final Analysis For Today's Lecture

It's an ultimate enterprise driven with nothing habitual or routine.

Geriatric motherfucker! Get off of my lawn.

We're not here to mince words. Your eyes don't open wide enough.

I swear to Bejeebus, I am armed and will not hesitate to protect my wife and kids, bucko!

The various self-directed pain you flail about will be used to illuminate the world for you. You will become a fuller, more actualized person.

...but I'm all alone in here.

You're alone in a room in a house filled with 4 billion people.

Let's fucking do it, I've got this .45.

...okay.

Winnie Orange Pt. 7

She's my private
serotonin

My heart is being
devoured and that's
cool with me.

Winnie Orange Pt. 6

The train started to move
I saw your face
through the glass
mouthed those three
running side by side
You left
I stared at the train
diminishing
and I screamed
my lungs out
threw cigarette away
sobbed my fucking face off

Winnie Orange Pt. 5

It's always not good enough
Not for you
Not for me
Not for this
Not for then
Always now
I just wanted something interesting
and I have it

Winnie Orange Pt. 4

Space age poodle alien
lunatic fuck boob with
waffle jelly bean dook
squadz triumph potato

Winnie Orange Pt. 3

LACK
OF
WILL

Winnie Orange Pt. 2

I like to keep my feet

in motion

When I don't know

where I'm going

Something about this

old house

Just makes me want

to die.

Winnie Orange Pt. 1

Long black hair
Long red hair
Long blonde hair
You think that patience is

a virtue

Hammered two iron nails
Into the door right there
Watched you fall apart

Three blurry lines in my
swimming vision
My slippery fingers tried
to get in.

Winnie Blue Pt. 4

She said her name was
(where is my voice?)
Putrefaction, putrefaction
(where is anyone?)
//
end

Winnie Blue Pt. 3

She said she would

examine the wound.

But her promises

are never fucking true.

It's a thought to remember

slipping through a scarlet
glass door

Nothing is ever finished

forget every single thing
you know and you won't
have half the empty
head I do.

Winnie Blue Pt. 2

Forget me not
Swathed in brightest
charms and divine pacers
Cut loose! don't deny truth
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When I thee do face,
deface, embrace
mirror \ cataclysm
What's left, your breath?
It seems a surfeit tooth,
broken through cold tissue.
Regalia.

Winnie Blue Pt. 1

Big surprise, starry night.
Where did the vaccinations
come from?
I spent too much time
Deciphering rhymes
Forget me not, I don't
remember a fucking thing.
Do your best to not cause
pain, imprint your mind with
a generalized lucid stain.
You can call it awareness,
despicable, or ignore it.

Is it a fact?

When you live in one place too long,
you lose sight of how fleeting life is.

Gravity

Belonging to the slowest train
Suffocating in sweet sublime
Fuck the wind, fuck the rain
We are damned and divine

Spice

There are other things to live for than love
I just have to find them.

LIES, LIES,
IT'S ALL LIES.

Danger, baby.
"I've got the wobblies!"

I'm lying when I say
I hate everybody, but the
trend seems to be that
the more I get to know
someone, the less I
like them.

Denia

She wants to cut her own head off with a hacksaw
Deliberately so unenthused
Drip down the gullet, my slobber maw
Sitting hopefully for nothing at all.