I said no and
Backed away he made
Advances anyway and groping
Goblin hands tried to pilfer what Venus
Owes man
“The Inheritance”
My crop shall rise
From your field I claim this
Land in the name of
Man
With his grabbing
Paws he bent her over the
Bed, to get on with it

She trembled, teary then
He lifted my skirt up, I shouldn’t have
Been wearing it
He was really messed
Up, maybe if I hadn’t looked so
Willing, so easy

I
Asked
For
It

I couldn’t believe the
Blame, even as it fell from her
Hung head and
Hidden face

It
Wasn’t
Your
Fault

Socialized to please the guys
Why?
Victims hating self, non-believers, mental health

I’m not liking college
She confessed
Where’s the safety net?

And then she walked back to
Missing friends and
Silent pain and
Ambulance calls for alcohol’s
Waterfalls and consequences
Fading details and
Stories cops won’t believe

What were you
Wearing, they asked her
Were you drunk?

It
Wasn’t
Your
Fault

You spoke to me again
I thought you were done visiting
But awoken, your form the cause to stir

Things have been different
Sometimes, just sometimes
I admit, the image
Of you disappears and I doubt
If you were real

Food tastes different
Trees grow strangely
People are boring

I think about
Where, or what
You are

When I died, my
Body seemed
So
Suffocating

I laughed more, at
Serious things
No pain in the
Hot or sharp

Do you live like exhaled cigarettes, silent and
Blending sick with winter breath?
I was adrift above the city
Same as smog, but heavy dropped and return
Forever, then
You must have kept on rising

Why continue to show self to
Me when there is nothing to be helped
On and gone accepted was a blessed dressing on stretched messy testing
Of mortal skin ripped many over?

Tap dancing the Morse message
On the sensitive ruby stillflow stream
That had loved you goodbye
Final

I love the nightwalks
With the ghouls and spirits
And giggling about what it
Is to be beyond

But the bond is a brain is a broken is a binding
Paper signing
To be a devil is a labor
When waging daily
War one wakes weary

I see why you don’t often
Come back but
“I will again”
Anticipation?

Tingle with the sensory tense
Of the Vanishers who
Smile in reflections half seen
And questioned
Slipping back into shadows
Of inner eyes
And thunder storms
Of the mind

Most days it is felt in the bones
Sometimes it moves to my
Soap, or my
Belt, or my
Lighter, I burn it into
****** circles in whatever page I scar
I feel it in my hands when it
Flows in peace, sweet release
I never feel it in my guitar, I thank

A harmless exoskelocreeper darts along the
Wall and the sick pit of belly says ******!
But things have been so
Transparent of late I would hate to
Move and sad statue watches crawling, powerless

These stones we lug, do they make us strong?
My back sores with
More pain than progress

I feel it when they speak
The stinking breath of some
Who have never looked up
Or did and got dizzy frailneck

I feel it in the not now

I feel it in the dreams
Where waking comes after death

I feel it in the mornings
Planting palmonn wall to balance liquid lover
I swear, I went right
Through it like
I wasn’t even
There
Becoming less of something lately
Or, more of a slim
Quantum chance (?)

It is like we walk among the
Subterrain thinking we are
Open air, I can hear the
Footprints above, everywhere
And the true sky beyond imagination
I can feel it
When they haven’t
Flown
We reach and
Reach like emerging
Gravewalkers, desperate
For something
Sun on our hands, run them through
The breeze and think we’re free

When it rains, blind grasp
Turns out not the soothsayer
We question the water no origin exposed

I feel it in the mirror
And in groups
I feel it in the hairs on the back of my neck
I feel it in everything
My beautiful virus

Something
Is not right

The never sever southbound downtown train
Everdrops and allfalls closed doors no stops
Connection to some muggy station
In the underfar race flash brights
Flickering advertisements
Even though
One wheytic kit no wheyback toob aye this

Shouldn't have stepped in;
Waited for the next
I watch slimyung guards eyeing pockets
At the door sticky nimble pickclaws

Can't switch over
Now so
Headphones on cancel all

Maybe I'll like
Where I get off but
My seat keeps feeling smaller
As I prepare not to be

No suppose, no should, is being only
Directionless
Losing all
I flow, I flow

The train screeches often
So the headphones amplify in soundrown
Commitment to a ride
I know how I will go slow

What does it feel like, they ask
To die in front of
Strangers who
Kick you?

Peacefully I soared

Allfalls are morphine, headstash rush save from poppy within
No pain is our gift of leathless dife
Disintegrate and One spread

They never believe
Me
So the Ghost
Wanders

His power and passion
Once concentrated explode forth into the vast
In the empty then condensed

Living infinite deaths

Some lives only day stretch, yet
Others the fiery sentinels
Burn a while in silence

Through cycle develops
Animism despite the ever schism
Of us and them, fluid flow of made-of-same
Takes many forms of flora fauna

Slowly, they learn
Gradually, they feel

The experience increasingly complex
Dynamic systems free the body
And mind can unleash in leisure

Wondering, what if
I am?

And with that, he is capable
Of being conscious of
Himself

Some robots sip
Coca Cola and
Send each other text messages
The fog of shadowalking on the daily
Hangs a bit heavy but the
Diamond filter for stimulation makes
Life shine, though it's a hard one

Memories have become marauders
Stashing treasure in a hidden sand they won't know
I celebrate you
Secretly

Or escape from you;
I watch the cloud of the runaway noise pain
Clotting into grim ghosts
They do not listen to the gouhways

Why do they fear life
As much as death
When they split the faces
Of an endless coin(?)
In the dark pocket jingling away
Metallic music to somewhere

Nimble digits, soft and dexterous
Ran the narrow neck of soul strings and hollow body ever-carried
Her holy harmony captivated
She sang his tortured mind to rest
Lullaby, there is some peace yet to be
For broken bones

They shared skin to save words
Dumb warm speech
Comfort of a temporary embrace

When her voice seasoned his bland
There was taste again
He loved her as
She flew away
Melody engraved