in progress

Such a pensive stature
sitting by your own shadow
watching the limbs move
and the aspirations of your twenty seven avenue

destruct door

he once asked of him
what does love
feel like
is there a taste
or a texture to it
it's all a wonderment
a dream of sorts
the man playing the tunes
memory fades quickly
as the hearing goes
to any other voice
you'd sound perfect
but nobody's listening anymore

i can be good

hang onto your
blue green eyes
they're not worth anything
just a symbol of
well nevermind
its cool
i don't want to kiss you or even assume anymore
cheshire grin
i'm just your talkative whore
such a desolation
but a life's work
of pursuit
ten years on you
so i beg ya pardon

no thank you

collection

rebel
one without a known cause
just a rebel yell
inside
and out
the hooker of your old life
washed up
yes i'm a cheap whore
the cock is all they need
my mouth is all you want
not the mind of a joker
or the thrill of a flying monkey
paid in full

out on the highway

rode a horse
then i dared
to
laugh in the face of it
the snakes
cut in two
it was all
just from the smell of shit
today we grieve
tomorrow we serve
your incarnation on the morgue table
I kept seeing myself on the slab
cut from both ears of the chest
blood mixed in with the meal i was consuming
while i rode

armor

watchful soldier with his heart in his hands
guarding it for everything without
a proper suit & armor
exposed to burning sun & the viscous plans of men
riding out the exposure
cruel to the cold and mournful to the eyes
rain down on these dirty soaked arms and wipe away the salt from
his eyes and lips
read his face for any signs of life
redirect his attention
the bodyguard
maintain the light inside his eyes
guard it secretly for all time

just

I have tackled you to the ground with investments of waking
suiting the sweat that collides into twenty three hours of defeat
at the hands of time which has no bending sound and the sun the burns you accordingly
can you swim the channel with an anchor on your back or ride into the eyes with chains in your throat there is so much salt water to swallow where you lack
the distance the heat thus lack of confidence
Year zero applies to one


swallow the opportunities and face the historical references with a finger
capture the moment with each voice hidden in the mist
screaming for the benefit of everything and the lightly tinged fuck you in the sky
curse the tortured and enslaved of religion
pulling apart their hearts with restrictions of the heart and mind
below the open sky
cure the unopened hands and wounded mouths that seek to speak for themselves
voiceless without hesitation just to bleed from where they stand

made in sand

your very own cock of the walk
open the unoriginal aspirations behind his eyes
twice taming to impress you
make the moment pur
inside this spine of a capture
seventy hours and dreaming
underneath the unabashed grin
watch it burn in the sky
trying to grow and make your voice louder
to adjust it further
climbing onto this the impress
recapture me
illuminate this figure
try to entice my imagination
watch me run away in a speed unknown to the human eye
wait sixty more years
before i breathe for the last time
or even closer to the formation
in the era of 35
to undue my clothes
present you with my third eye


down it





pose fire where the heart cannot bend
into you further before you extend
both hands to intertwine and tangled
dreaming of each journey when i'm fire
burning deeper each flame be it the survival of us all
remade to penetrate these egg shells and ash
falling into your reign twice
on the third and fourth knock
before you touched my hands
like a mirror image not distorted
put peer in closer for the purest of view
the shape of sounds to leak into your moment








i'll undo the fortunes
that lay beneath my scars
in ward and outward
twenty five waves
of how it feels to hit it hard
an arrow on the right hand
fire in the left to keep us warm
pierce it when we're older
both free of the voices that seek you and me
to do us harm
rather than justice
on the erected twenty fourth of july
when the sun grows cold
and the surface noise speaks to us beyond the sliver in the sky

effects

deliver me from this parasite let's dial the flu in
and swim around perfectly with grins of generosity
you can only bring me to the brink of it when you're
sipping it spilling over the brim crawling the night in two
you flow underestimating the traffic inside our minds
just dig deeper thus deliver two versions with a fourth in mind
hold the heads above water circling inward but interconnecting
merge perfectly with me

bruised

Want to paint the fault lines that intertwine your thoughts
drink of your aspirations before we get thrust into this long winded choke
on the advice of your tongue slipping from the re verb of reason
fascination with how I dive curtailed by the waves we swim
your inward promises choke me like a concubine out of 1924
slit the veins free and let freedom cum all over your reign
just four times before they jet me off to bed

sleep in water

you make no sense but it looks to be my shade from the shore
as it swelters downward into the blistering streets upon your neon
belts keeping you from the faded scenes in waking up with one broken wing
and a scar stretched across the chest where your heart used to bleed
frozen for a time when our minds would meet on the edge of the tide
remember the silence at the end of july


carry your gun with me between two legs and a trunk of a maze
wearing your armor and you on my back high jumping like a fighter on
thirty thousand pain pills per chattered day kissed up and choking like a whore
waiting for your pensive pen to draw into your tattooed screams


speak in our secret language thus you own the ocean and i own the fire that keeps it warm not without jealously of the azure pools that conquer your inner thoughts of doubt and pain sliced open up to the collar and neck cover it with a tie but don't thread me in speak with two lips on my forehead eye inverted into a kiss starring back in amazement just don't look away as the tide remains when you turn to watch the sun run down

gone



cut my chords
stand me up free
of your strings
no hands up the ass
only fingers that can find
their way inside
the deepest
gravity pulling
of your mind
wearing my soul thin
until you
cut it from the souls of my feet