April 2, 2010

black lit

Face plant she said he said screaming words from above

"and I smoke cigarettes"
"just a joke"
"not a knife"

he's going to write a book, no scratch that, he is writing a book. and he's tied up in the blackness and the grimes and he's scared but you know he's walking through the shadows of feeling

ALWAYS

and always.

April 1, 2010

sliiitch

Girls.
Punk music.
Classical.
Style.
Representation.
A beat down fool. She calls him uselesss every day but it's cool.

November 18, 2009

Immigration

The quiet cry was the only thing you could hear. One of those nights
fraught
empty
the sky was the only noise, and what a noise
I felt my arms turn to dust
what trust once lost was forgotten

November 17, 2009

Golem hater

There is nothing
There was nothing
When we first met
When I will say good-bye

Time was spent
as it was spent
Feelings felt
it was no surprise

Painted black lines cover my brow
She bent in wicked ways
Those fingers writhed like scorpions
In grey gloves
I am naked though I wear my clothes
I am shaking though I am not cold

A breath of fresh air
touches my wet eyes
floaters cross the sky
I am pretty sure that this is all dead.

November 16, 2009

Blase

Think outside the box
They've thought for a million years
For a thousand ways to describe it
The feeling:
what it's like
to say I love you
to kill someone.

To lose yourself so completely for a moment in yourself that you negate
any emotion
felt by anyone else
felt any other time

Falling in love is the singular most depressing thing I can think of.

November 15, 2009

THEM

Face is weathered, stomped out the dirt and sweat from last night.
Deconstruct those manufactured shitbags.
They are not the seekers of lightning blitz polyrhythms.
Tasty like a gust of wind and pure planetary binary.
Halloween is the night that your cat will escape to its home planet!

November 14, 2009

Burning Space

With no recollection of the dying tongues, they stood waiting in the rain.
"I have come undone."
The tower led up to the ivory sky.
These robotic fingers are spastic energy.
Holy Ghost, I beg of thee: do not consume what's left of me.
(Sacrament is sacrosanct, just as suicide is paramount.)

November 13, 2009

"Dark, dark, dark!"

Savoury smelting melts: the ice cream was so delicious as it
rose out the ausstieg and stared at that wall. The urge to fuck
was everlasting, but the urge to die grew stronger. Musclebound
Ogres stood in the shade of a sunny day, the trees bursting
with some approximation of pure failure. The stars flooded
out, their beacons torched with the inescapable knives of
Pluto. Disappointed dilapidations crawled the Kind's men as they
crouched to emancipate the forgotten dreams of olde. Singly
plucked string divining the cure behind suicide as the rain falls
from under his umbrella. The night life consumed me with a
thousand emerald raindrops. Kisses laced with satin and amethyst.
Her face was now as pale as a fallen pearl from the sky.
Cheekbone flew from nesting eyeball as his realizations struck
the prime of his psyche. I made a wish that my heartache
would kill the children of unborn saints. His arms were taught
wires as he danced on the pendulum, swaying to and fro. Hands
were tightly knotted into tapestries with resentment. Diagonals
and horoscope condoms ironed out the cancerous growth on
her abdomen. Eagles made love in the valleys of rock and
roll. The ugly pitch of his hat churned his face, his gloves
could no longer house his sad old hands. The brain in his
computer typed sermons to small birds and kittens, the words
distributed through cassette tape. Folded in half, the sleeves
she loved with all her heart started to burn. Statements of
purpose and desire spilled over her bitten lips.
And the ashes started to bleed.

November 12, 2009

Drugged English Professor Cannibal Vocabulary Machine

Please take me from
a quiet life of
solemn misery.

But as I was
born to penitence,
I shall always be
proud of my scars.

November 11, 2009

Unicorn Machine

OWW!
WHAT THE FUCK
OW OW IT'S SO
FUCKING HOT

Dinosaur Tank
"Want a piece
of THIS ass?!"
"Why are you dressed all like that?"
"I'm going to a funeral."
"Looking like that?"
"It's also going to be an execution."
Dress Rehearsal Rag
=
sex
"Fuck you.
There IS A GOD!"
<--- UFO
This hot dog
is blowing
my mind!
O- HAPPY DAY
"AAAH!"
This cancer fell upon the children will not be done like the will of other dimensions.