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

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.

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.

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!

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.)

"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.

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.

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.

This is the Alaskan plan

His hands were so pale. Nicks and scabs mirrored the only reflections of red under his skin. It was like the blood had died and settled in his face, underneath the enormous black and grey beard. His skin was wrinkled and stiff. In the shade of his beard, his skinny, wiry body sat back hunched. Let me tell you how he got this way, with his wild eyes and skinny jeans.

• he fell in love with the stars
• the stars name was Jessica
• she was a chain smoker and always wore hijab
• tired white girl with the celestial birthmark

He was a twenty something who never did. His friends grew up listening to the Violent Femmes and Radiohead. He drank their drinks and wore their black t-shirts, but his skinny frame wasn't really interested. Graduated from college, his sociology degree been put to use as a construction worker. In the alternate universe he is from, such manual labor and service jobs were paid generously for their repetitive and low status nature. Every other night, he would smoke a cigarette and write short stories about why he enjoyed his life. These he sold to newspapers and journals, but were rarely published.

~to be changed completely

Showertime Breathing

i'm a lightning bolt running up your thighs
through your lungs, blowing out your eyes
a river of pain, i am fear most despised
this will be you last fucking look at the sky

i want to kiss your valleys
draw fingers over chest
our love is a razor blade
and i'm cutting your wrists

jagged scars in perception rip out
you will be left clutching your eyes
a demon's tear on a rotten shout
this is... the end of your fucking life