something so beautiful
can do anything
it wants
including
pass before
everyones eyes.

the fetal stages
of agedness.

crisis averted

it comes with the territory
that i must tell you a scary story
and the details and scenes
are of course very gory
but it must wait
cuz this is very boring.

there are tue things.
asymmetrical and symmetrical.
this makes the whole asymmetrical.

she lived inside my body
in a house painted on a wall.
i stole her wisdom
from a small wooden box there
and now sometimes
i dont know if im
in my life or
her hallucinations.

i speak with
her tongue
in my mind
to this day
and im
always
confused
but she sings
so pretty
i never
stop
thinking.

words are leaves
grow and
falling out of a mouth
gnawing at air for fruit

you tried a neat trick
and fell
and were caught
by the safety net
which cut you
into little squares
which rained down
on the gaping crowd
and crushed their soft
dumb skulls
and got caught
in the backs
of their
gaping
stupid
mouths
and choked them.

I sold my soul to the devil and he sold it back to me. I am $35 richer.

light becomes ash
is a physical shadow.
it is the breath being held
in the cup of the hand
that is letting go nowhere.
it is the moment we blink
when the bubble is made
from a wave and is popped
and is stared at and stopped.
it is a disharmony that is crafted
to separate the bliss from the bliss
so they can view each other
in delight.

it rains dead pianos
when i try to sleep.
it drives the cicadas
inside them to drink.
i must be possessed,
or so says my shrink.

treading the waters
that circle the sun

waiting
for the beast
that heats
the core
to come
and
**** me.

but i swim in its mouth

play percussion
on its
flaring and shutting gills.

satanic verses crawl up the wall.
and my soul leaves my body
for another man.
im found in the room
days later.
she tells me i have three days
to pay the rent
or im out
and she leaves.

my life was pirated by someone
but not me.

theres a thickness of ***
in the air.

making their flowers
open with sweat
drips onto their
roots grow deep
into them.

none are certified
but the insane.

im sort of just lingering
in my own mind right now.
i think about
calling the phone
and bakeracting myself
to the bathroom.
its a small apartment.
i have nowhere else to go.

if my front yard
is a street
then im a car farmer.

i found my way in somehow.
let me out.

my heart is broken.
id like to cement it shut.
it does not belong here.
it is inorganic.
i am subhuman.
i invent hell.
it kills everyone.

everyone ive ever loved.

"Many men go fishing
all of their lives
without knowing
it is not fish
they are after."

for every time ive sat with it
alone inside

listening to the buzzing air,

the third party.

i knew something had died.

everything is a distraction.
something i try to attract
but has nothing to do with
who i am.
i am a fiber
conducting numbers
and invisible designs.

from the ether i sweat

which burns and evaporates on my glowing Heat.

                 .rises and collects.


                   im passing clouds


            raining down to the disjointed skeleton of my tree

from which the heads of Humanity hang. Hungry eyed&open-mouthed.;
  filled with the sound of the Macabre, singing to feed the fruit of          my flesh which they eat


                            im the dried up seed
                               next to me on the
                                         ground
                    
                       waiting to grow poppies
                                   from my soul.

when great minds come together
nothing happens.

but watch out for the weirdos
for the night men
for the hawks.

if you dont
its you
who will be watched.

and all your love
your science
songs and
worship
will be lost.

your overcoat
cant cover you.

youve been spotted.

you are watched.

and when you walk
into the darkness
of an alleys stench,

theyre waiting for you there

and theyve already sized your coat.

you never decorate
your christams tree.
you sit around all year
waiting for it to leave.

"and take that stupid ******* wreath
    with you when you do."

industry will lift like smog.
we will breathe again.

black out the moon is
white out the sky.
empty blocks of color
talking back and forth
through rotten teeth
falling out and crawling
back into the darkness
of the mouth of our mind.

strings of sentences slide by
like a pit of snakes and multiply.

over time the old ones die
and the young ones left alive
swim out of it and get
back onto the hillside to dry.

ancient spirits watch it rain hawks
through the whites
of dead men's eyes
who still walk and inhabit the night.

crack my heart open
cook the yolk
on your burning hot body

ill take you raw

i wouldnt be able to handle that.
i would cry.
i would want to **** myself.
i wouldnt be able to care for anyone.
and id leave you then join you.

a shadow moves in me

it lives in my mind.

it is a
formidable
and
eerie
contender.

.

the fact that i am in a room is mind blowing....i don't think anything can top that.

she plucked me from

her cherry tree.

she ate me.

my red is ripe.

it shines.

her mouth is mine.

i live next door to a cannibal
but im seeing if i can just move
in with him.
so i sit naked
in the yard
and try to
look
appetizing.

i put on
a one man show
in the base of my skull
and the audience
is dead.

there is a perfect semblence
between the forest and the trees
when you see the world
as the world would see it.

my sock

hopped away

he may have died
and that's sad
but is that so bad?

i love ******

overlapping curtains

swimming through swaying streets
that are dunk
and lead
to nowhere
and chase their own tail
dragging me along
until i find my bed
in the middle of
one of them.

everything and i
have a
cursed relationship.

i hate it
but sometimes
it tricks me
into loving it.

i hate it
so much.

i cant wait to part from it.

she screams at me
and i want to shoot myself
in the back right corner
of my head
and sometimes i laugh.

an idiot has raised a village
burning at the stake.
cooking for the forest.
a family of plants
burning in the sun.
a chorus of screaming heads.
bodies of illness.
harboring the mind of melody.
and a creature which does not exist
slithers in from every side.
a mouth open so wide
it is emaciated by its own strength.

shot in the head
by a camera
brains
everywhere.

your thoughts
are being broadcast.

the beer bottle
falling over
and shattering
before it is reached
is its own
master.

remain
a stench
on the floor
in the morning.

paved hands.

sewage tunnels
cleaning through
the body.

a spirit sways inside.

i caught the devil
and cooked him
and i ate him...

with my dead friends
and dead family

god got old
and i got wise.

everything dies.

love stays young
it gets you high.

its in your lung.

f

life is a river.
at the end of the river
is a baby.

"in prison,..what you think
is what you are."
he was two weeks out of a 13 year sleepover. He told this to me
in my dream.
a year later i think of it.

i now know the one true place
a person is imprisoned.

ill be there
when the sun stops workin..
ill feel every inch of it
ill be soakin up the hurtin..
but ill sit there until I die..
one of our gleams will die
in the light of the others eye..
who's here and why..
does anyone know anyone?