this kind of death is enough for you

I apologize if for any of you if for you any apology is I for any.

- paradigm of human objectivity

- sublime presumption

- withered pieties

- antediluvian eons

death guides

Spiral vertebrae

The people with the backwards eyelids

Three impossibly black beards

A telescope that sees in every direction

The Devil's wings painted over my heart

Horns sprout from a headache

The true last taste, lost

Bet

third scar in demand devil's whisper dripping

paint off the plant while dirty seams

tear a hole stitch wide flat spaces

into disgruntled abstractions abstruse

and contrived rope twisted on the

skeleton hand it descended from view

as we left our safe harbors for

the bleakness of knowledge safe only

in our truest understandings fraught

through miserable prehistoric graveyards

where I left my beliefs then once

it was always before forgotten allies

skidded jerked and scraped behind

closed metal glass doors like the

windows that tore us from infinity so

far ago left sideways on concrete

drops the polar definition of a surprised

denial echoes to evince tragic timed

travesties lost feeling in every part

of my body lost sight of everything

oh what the hell I am not the

one I need to place your trust

in red streaks couldn't have better

indicated the sure slow safe bet.

staghorn

the little file devised an alternative to convenience

a side-by-side delinquent apparition

contrived to be described in paper lights

billowed oxygen floodgates between

Our noses have started to fuse gently the

cohesion our fingernails are breeding

a nice eternal symmetry while our faces

are biting each others' lips our ears

taste only the beat of animal organs

our arms freedom to our chests as

we press arm over arm leg over

belly our belly only one our hips

vessels of expressive joy our eyes

itching while kissing while tugging at

walls sounding a call come here right

now our brains are growing more

great and disparate while seeing the

truth finally our resignation from an

existence in loneliness our determination

as much from our hearts as our love

smearmouth

you've
got it backwards
you're proceeding through
a system that doesn't care
about your place, your monumental
contribution.

be.more.
than.your.
surroundings

die for
a cause

Negative affirmation
-embody corruption,
-enable rebirth,
-transcend human filth,
-realize human dreams.

//end

Exit Control

can't take it
can't live with this
everything is wrong
spinning too rapidly
whose smile is that
the teeth are showing
can't fake it
can't believe in this
black coffee white lies
black teeth white noise
black tendons white light
black out white Christmas
living in the middle of it all
middle of nowhere by 5 o'clock
tied to each other
by our fingers
my heart is my brother's
we are not sinners
can't shake it
can't be free of this
met you in my dreams
and we disappeared.

Happy 4/20

Support the legalization of marijuana, or you're an ignorant, brutish whore!

you make these letters
turn into nines
holy man said it better
turn away when you cry
bright face, lost space
I'll admire this city from afar
fright case, commonplace
white woman, leave this door ajar
red woman, your eyes are open
you haven't quite got it right
there was one spot
you didn't check
in a cave, on a boat
in a death threat
milk and cobwebs kept me awake
while her loving word kept me dry
this is the first path I will take
nameless terror at the sun's first light
you're not growing older
I'm just getting smaller
those intrusive thoughts
squander your innocence
don't let it get louder

After the Eye

slipping on ice
that's how you know it's not a joke
broken down trucks
an incendiary romance
soft touch, rock and rust
she left a mark on my neck
about two feet long
acid spit from Turkish lips
flywheel dropping down
sky fell when I saw you
eels licking the cockles
of an underground heart
broke off the fingers
of an iron god
spick and span denial
remedies of water and wine
this contemptuous lullaby
forgetting all of last Saturday
mix your thoughts up with mine

but my friends are all drug users!

framing everything in
definitives leaves
no room for potential

i've been paid the wages of sin
and i've died and returned again
all it takes is to be told that freedom
is penitence
then ensnarement is all the
rapture left viable
he sits around cause that's the closest
he'll come to dying

fish out of water
only sees the bad in life
last day of swimming

Silence is sterling, that is
ambiguous leitmotif to elucidate
your sideways medicine

Childlike Robot

bite throw a door your teeth made of glass
the anchors you lost in your silent past
and they came in the gutters tasted it
shutters closed doors and rimmed in cake
filth cake or trained discrepancy pushed
back to your back drip swiveling spine
house of lights you're the darkest tonight
flavor like squish I broke it
one of these must be left alone
not for my sake like I said it's not my cake
licked ink clean of wounds no.