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We forget sometimes that god is not on our side.
Enough rain will bring the flood.
Enough insects will steal our blood.
Dressed up in posh mink coats.
Dynasty flowered skirts.
Chemical paint and not a trace of dirt.
What a ruse we can create if we try.
Plastic animal masks and pretending not to die.
Until the horde splits off into pairs.
We walk here, we walk there.
No invitations for vampires, no nightcap for the dead.
I've been trying to prove my reflection, I've been swallowing lead.
But the disappearance only proves me wrong.
Gives life to the...
Made and unmade
In the same minute
Bricks and mortar
Back to sand and clay
Strep throat and ghosts
In the fibers of your pillows
Stains on the tile
Where I vomited and waxed
A poetic thing
That barely stood on its own
And vanished just as quickly
As it had come
Night made us animals
Daylight made us liars
Twelve hours and change
Until I swear I love your name
I've pushed myself out of my own way and into the coming of an arrogant storm.While my family places coins on my eyes, right before the worms make it inside. With rings through our wrists, we're pulled by chains into the desert, followed by herons and small, armless hands. They crawl right up our legs while we sleep, they spend all night pulling out my teeth. How can I defend the tower walls when there's nothing behind them but my loss and missed calls? What a fortune I've amassed, a horde of lost lovers and wasted breath. All hail...
Parabolic // Traumatic
Mitochondrial infractions mutating marbled messes of eyes
Synthetic // Parasitic
The tapeworm is wrapping around the artery
Lethargic // Tragic
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Karmic // Hidrotic
Softest lips, avian bones, bitter heart, bled alone
Magnetic // Lordotic
Horses bleached white in the salt and the sun
Arthritic // Pneumatic
I can hear the yellow singing behind locked doors
Polybasic // Instrinsic
Marching to my death with a drink in my hand
Carcinogenic // Optic
Switching tracks in the synapses to trick my...
There was one damn moment, in the filial revolt of our youth, wished out of the coin pond, in which we had faith that we could do great things. Placing scaffolding against the soft skin of your ribs. Entwining the ligaments of our fingers together like bleeding twine. The print of my lips on seven glasses in an uptown bar, rotting right off the rim with traces of fluoride from the ice. A saint caught my scent and followed me home, while pigs and oxen ate up your bones. Headfirst into the china shop, bitching about the direction in...
Injury made insipid through its being constant
A boy culled into the pewter bowl of toxic fumes
Conjured up by shamanistic principles of a common word
That dribbles from my tongue too often
Comforted by the fact that I damaged someone else
To hide wounds made by tensile string and elixirs
Not strong enough to kill, but deep enough to drown
I want to go back to the day when everything stood still
And even the leaves refused to abandon the branch
Before the rain came and churned the lake to paint
Like all mixtures of all colors, eventually we...
Muscular dystrophy at the heart of the weekend
Moving the weak to the front of the line
So that they may make their way over the cliff
Like a herd of bison made artificially blind
And what do you do but sleep on such low beds?
Where the insecticide fog of lust dances around your head
Until your heart can't take the sound of itself beating
And you make me out to be the corpse you're eating
But I'm alive, oh lord, I'm alive!
Just long enough to see the harlot make peace with her god
Before she bites at the legs of a man she adores
Seam-split tongue making caves for lesser beings
While melting plastic leaves hives through my wrists
That you may crawl in and out at your own leisure
Toxic blood, allergens diffused into epinephrine fits
The wind that makes its way past your skirt
It's yours to keep, it belongs in your chest
To twist like ivy up your arms, to let you breathe
With such vibrant shades of yellow to meditate
Upon the way they nailed my hands to the deck
I've seen you upon the twisting stairwells
The masquerade masks we all wear but you
This city is your sea of...
How many dead men must we take apart,before we find a way to fix our hearts?And how many lovers must we burn and let go,before we can sew these seeds that must grow?What are the chances we'll make it out alive, intact and on time?If our muscles continue to stand as though they were stone in a sea of atrophied hands,I'll keep a reckless mouth and self-medicate with glass bottles and empty cans.What a disgusting thing that's become of me, the eels and bottom-dwellers and mud.The wasted youth, the terrible shaking, the misplaced...
A man once slept with faith, and awoke to find nothing but the corpse
In a castle built upon the alchemy of a dead man's hand
And in the decades that followed, I was born into the tale
Like the carrion of folklore and the birds that tremble
At the sight of what I'll leave on the side of the road
Remnants, artifacts, battered and bruised like rotten fruit
But she appeared in my sleep as though the water of dreams
And I came to find that I was always awake
The library of memory is reduced to sulking ash
Billowing around the statues of our feet