3.15.17

crack your
whip-lash
spinal tap

grey matter running
through vertebral
building blocks

zoom out

astronaut view
interloping voyeurism

Pillars of Creation
Rosetta Stone
foundation for a
Leaning Tower of Babble

in which we're all water
in which we're all
running running running
stone's throw from
skipping town
driven by

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a desperate desire to find self fulfillment in a fragile sense of duty that was never really yours to keep much less to take my hand in marriage till the day we die but we've already died to ourselves because we love that pink pink pink skyscraper jutting violently into the fluorescent forever that is our future backbone of a culture ripped out and still dripping from the violence of its birth blood eagle spread eagle eagle has landed patriotic animal thats just trying to get its fuck on cant you see im busy right now 

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lover's whip
vibrating in the
space between
black and white

running running running

treadmill landscape of a
dystopian present
Red Queen hypothesis of
germline mutative thoughts
baby on the front porch
mewling mewling mewling
gift wrapped and crying

throw it out with the bathwater
clean conscience &
a fresh shave
 

3.13.17

they say the soldiers are dropping
like flies
dying from a state of consumption
when it gets cold
gnawing on their fingers

wishbone buried deep

well it's five degrees now
and we've all given ourselves
five finger discounts to the buffet

autoimmune disorder

they say cancer is nothing more than
identity crisis of bacteria
an entire nation
state of consumption
eating cigarettes& 
drinking Freud

overplayed plot device

dig your trenches for the war
ready-made burial plot
locally sourced cannibalism
sustainable hedonism

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3.12.17

what beasts must i adore

what beasts that i adore

what beasts have i adored

standing on the shoulders of giants

fireman's carry

flames licking

reptilian brain curled

sunning itself on the embers

my desire

diaphanous and waning

shimmering and blistering

shapeless form that stalks through the night

serpent biting its own tongue

ringmaster for a private show

both spectator and stage

labyrinth in the shape of an egg

life struggling to emerge

Ferdinand the minotaur

licking, caressing, soothing

wake up covered in piss and semen

blood stained sheets&

an open window

closet fire

with a sign on the door that says

Narnia

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3.11.17

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string can theory of time
a buried telephone
childhood games
fight or flight
basketball
tether ball
ruddy cheeks
Lord of the Flies
displaced violence
elephant vs. flimsy stake

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3.9.17

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Google my name
&you'll see a story of
child murdered

at 

ten years was how old I was
when I wrote my first poem
of love & death
original sin
original mistress
sweet siren song

conversation cut short
bangtail
watching your brother die
stillborn
before we were ever alive
butterfly effect
umbilical cord wrapped around your neck
angel kiss over your heart
original mistress
original sin

kiss me until time runs
backwards
marathon looped in reverse

circular conversation of a moth
swimming in water
asymmetrical angel wings
butterfly kisses
halfway between here and there

Eternal Return
self contained loop
slipknot
running in reverse

Google my name
&you'll see a story of
child murdered

at 

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3.7.17

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conversation between two lovers
broken jaw bones
asynchronous polars
angel wings obfuscate
a flaming sword&

the concept of nudity. 

cut yourself in half
pour latex on the wound
confused self actualization
hide the mold under your bed

feed your dreams to that growth

tell the doctors you're allergic to Penicillin
suspension of disbelief
break the mirror 

in order to move past it

petri dishes
eight armed monsters
sleepwalking under the mattress
Princess & the Pea
Kafka-esque nightmares
of a confused 

self actualization 

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3.5.17

a new religion

in which we recognize the fallacy

of our gods

as projections of ourselves

my body is not a temple

my body is not a temple

Virgin Mary never bled for the sanctity

of cruelty within my chest

and the Devil never rebelled

against perfection for the sake of

this smoldering empathy in my bones

this is a bad ritual

pretending that we're too old to die young

rattle the bars of your rib cage

Pillars of Creation

but dont move for the key

Pandora's Box, guarded by

serpent biting its own tail

forever chasing an errant sense of absolution

theres no freedom in martyrdom

theres no freedom in martyrdom

except the satisfaction of having

killed a God

David & Goliath

kiss the lips of your severed head

30 seconds of liberation

love's sweet embrace

honey in the ribs of a dead lion

beauty and the beast

kiss your severed head

3.4.17

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tidally locked deleterious implications

a mad glint in the eye of a lover

strangers peering though familiar windows

a soul obsessed with

cataclysmic variables of the Wild Type

the Folded Function of a bent body

dire implications of a silent accordion

bend and devour light in a heavenly chorus of mutually shared cannibalism

mad glint in a lover's eye

laughter in response to a threat

the concept of dust heavy on your mind

methylated genes&curdled semen at the sight

of honesty's gleam

phase plot rorschachs of dead stars

braille Bible for heathenistic polarities

consume the dead&vilify the living

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3.3.17

lay down, face to the ground
look at the lines in the sky
windows to a time you'll never touch
//
a forlorn stork in a cosmopolitan bathroom
babies don't survive in concrete jungles
dancing naked in the company of devils
//
as they draw lines around your limbs
chalk it up to Providence
throw out your map
cartographer's lines are of no use
where you're going
?
putting the cart before the horse
dancing with devils before learning to crawl
but babies don't survive in a concrete jungle
a stork with a waterlogged map
chalk lines power washed from the pavement
forlorn in the bathroom
searching for the ocean
in a lipstick stained mirror

3.2.17

twins fighting in the womb

Jacob and Esau

pedagogy of egalitarianism

in which the only leaf that's turned

is a blind eye.

Jacob and the seraphim

ambiguous victory

limping up this ladder to divinity

each step a subtle slip

grasping for a destination

only to realize upon arriving

that we've stumbled into ourselves

serpent swallowing its own tail

perpetual motion of a static image

turn up the volume & drown out the

chorus

a dance without a solo

fused at the hip

only degree of separation

angle of a broken rib

ambiguous victory

3.1.17

dog chasing its own tail

cat and mouse

tit á tat

a game of tetris

in which we're all falling

tripping

in which we're all pieces

slipping

surreal chess board

on which we're all

getting high off the dust of

what used to be

the king and queen

pawn me off on your

most recent memory

a subtle slip

slinky down the stairs

piezoelectric effect of circular

conversations

with obtuse intentions

in this bed we'll lie

dogs until the day we howl

supplications to the subtle slip

broken tetris piece hanging in the sky

the only rib

we'll never chew

2.27.17

with all of the violence of peeling an orange

with all of the tenderness of a new believer

carrot cutter to my skin

call it a celebration of life

stretched tight over the drum of your mouth

call it a funeral for sorrow

sound your yawp into my bones

delicate lullaby that sets me on fire

toast your marshmallows on my raging dreams

tell ghost stories of when we were alive

tell ghost stories of the time we cared

jump out of your skin

and into mine

ghost of a memory of a dream

sleepwalking

dreaming of a life never lived

you're kicking in my chest

they say only squids have two hearts

they say

let your ink run through my veins

they say the only antidote

to lead poisoning

is to write until you're dead

ambiguous autopsy of an inconclusive motivation

second heart beating in my chest

ghost stories

2.25.17

fear as a projection of an internal state

chronic hangover from a salty perspective

inability to recognize a shadow as a past self

heated conversations with an ephemeral projection

stick figures holding big sticks behind their fat backs

sutured lips from these velvet covered prickly words

an empty chair, holding the implication of memory

procession of tumbleweed that sighs "maybe"

ask the mirror in the attic of your mind

the bleeding out, kissing the floor

who's the strongest, who do you love

a broken echo that can never be answered

2.24.17

use a sock with a hole in it

to patch the rip in your crotch

now you're wearing

your soul between your thighs

2.23.17

disjointed panic

surrealistic bleeding

drain my marrow through

an uprooted spine

a rotten support

for a distal memory

a dead canary&fresh footprints

subtle drop&echoes heard once

2.22.17

pulled from the sky

&dragged up a tree

butterfly kisses climb your spine

a most bitter fruit

an offering to

this sliver of a moon

a single rib in the cage of time

each tear of this waning body

a wish

torn from the eye of a storm

a delicate promise

to an uncertain future

2.20.17

hypertension of attention

disease lives in what we believe

a malaise of bodily fluids

make marmalade out of it

scraped thin over this piece of toast you call a body

2.19.17

 ...

still life

a joke without a punchline

hit me

still. life.

fucking hit me

life still

brewing within me

i am within me

FUCKING HIT ME I SAID

steal life

i am not me

i need you to hit me

steel life

i am not

drunk off these spirits

but their words are already slurred

dancing a jig on my chest

the staccato of their ecstasy

the geiger counter within my chest

you still haven't hit me

a fishing line with no bait

a fish with scarred lips

this is an osmosis of prognosis

this is not good medicine

you told me this feels like a bubble

but you still haven't hit me

name a spirit and it loses its power

i tried to swallow you whole

but your name never danced on my tongue

preclude to an illusion

harmony in dillusion

whisper my name while i sleep

i need you to hit me

cardiac arrest

a declaration of stagnation will stand in court

as official warrant & testimony

but it will not move

whisper my name while i sleep

i tried to swallow you whole

but you crawled out my ears, my eyes, my pores

now you're dancing on my chest

staccato imitates heartbeat

i needed you to hit me

2.18.17

discourse without recourse

dissolution of solution

regurgitate these infant thoughts

call it a C-Sustenance

drown these innocent creatures

purity can only be maintained through destruction

purity can only be abstained through creation

murder these thoughts before ever given life

purest of pure

holy of holies

holly boughs draw the most innocent of blood

bow before such violent purity

count yourself lucky if you see your face in that drawing

Rorschach test for the spiritually craven

a murder gathers to listen to the chorus

each babe sings a song of praise with its last breath

Infantesimal offerings to a greater design

their blood

the wine we drink

their bodies

the bread we break

red in the face- drunk

do you see your face in that glass?

do you still count yourself as lucky?

2.16.17

This monumental moment was merely a monomer of my morbid monotony.  

Monks mentioned the mastery of mystic mistresses

maybe most magicians meant to be mathematicians  

Masticate on this medicine

Maybe most mathematicians meant to be magicians  

The mystic mistress of my mesclulin madness moves with a memory of my mother's majesty

Masturbate to this mystery

Monkies use manure missiles as messages to the misguided menagerie monitoring their morbid mundanity.

Meanwhile these masturbatory mandibles of the misguided menagerie merely mirror a motley mistake

Monks mentioned the mastery of a mystic mistress

Magicians mentioned the movements of a majestic memory

Mathematicians map the motions of a morose mistake

Make a monument to my mother

Make her moan with the mention of this morbid mundanity

Mistakes were made to be mirrored

The only meaning in monotony is multiplication    

Maybe the only magic was misplaced in memory

Meticulous mothers make magic from monotony

Mentor me in the methods of merrymaking