They beat my friends’
Faces in the woods
Pinned them down
And slug, slug, slug, SLUG!
A phone call poorly thought, retaliation
Car rolling heavy pulls by, cuts me off in
A gas station as I walk
Home, hey do you know your way
To the hospital, said thugs?
Then
I walked by the hospital several later and
Another auto threat
You got out, and approached
Intimidated,
Bullied
Now, hearing how you
Crawled home with
Soon-to-be-fatal knife plunges
Desperate for family, at the end
I mourn you
Conflicted
I hope you
Found
Peace

If you write,
You will realize monstrous things about
Yourself and instead of disappearing they
Will become more eloquent and delicately
Marble carved with years
If you write,
You will hear voices, so many voices
Hypothetical and begging with pain in their
Breath to be made real and feel and **** and die
Only you will see their funeral, know their laugh
If you write,
You will cry oil spills, ***** fruit salad
**** rainbows and beg for grey, murky, bland
The depths pressure crushing; gasping through the highs
The concept mood stretched, you are alive, alive, alive
If you write,
Your shutter flashes double photoed through the day
Will capture the minutia, have your living stuck in past
Endless film rolls overstimulated, document and shelve
Closing eyes, retroactive architect works back
You should write because
To create is to love is to master the manifest
Ink your livelihood eternal, ivory-flesh crumbles and decays
There are those that love the idea of you
You left footprints in the sand
Because
When the silver screaming godgasm hits
You serendipitously and a moment
Feels worth writing down
Things can be right for a while
You will fall in love
Everywhere you go and
Nothing will seem real
You will taste redemption in the
Crunch of an apple or smell wisdom
At the zoo

So sad to find a logic late
A natural path overgrown
No one cleared this for me-
Yet it should have been my own

So sad to love a life of late
And ***** at a mirage
To curse a certain sentence
Ever present ‘spite the cause

To have the capability to contemplate an alternate
And thus run the torture film, inner tunes in; tormented
To self-realize levels of dangerous strength
Like wise fruit fermented
Are
The
Memories
Cemented?

So sad to find a passion late
To negate chemical downs and all-round soul frowns
Art could free him from the dungeon depths
But he broke his hands wiggling in chains

So sad to watch a life-loss chosen, growth frozen
A body left behind as our balloon leaves child hand
If only there had been a way to know, I watch me go
I would have liked to be an older man (but can’t swim back to act)

So sad to wake in sweat and fear much more what lies in wait
The paranorm in fullest form flank forces at my gate
Dynamic choices turn to question voices, I enigma
Long to heal and feel as steel despite the fight and stigma

It's over, she smashed
Overhead frame doublethrown shatter sequence
Jagged pane slid under my door
No, stop!
I heard her crunch, bleed, crunch,
Bleed
Spiteful footsteps painting
Sad smiles across the boards
Red-you-never-enough streaks of a disturbed, lead licked artist

I opened the door to
Investigate and saw the picture torn
The floor well-worn with post-love stomping, great glass gashes
On feet and elsewhere

She had carved the distress, the
Abandonment, the
Rage with which she became
The animal
Made him a masterpiece shrine of her torture
Made him watch from his throne
Made him feel his control
Made him ache with consequences

I’m free, she thought
Walking through hell
He’s gone

In his baggy sweaters, he looked
Like a dress-up child or hexed shrunk in swimcloth
He scratched a ticket with the
Vending slug he found on the ground
A grand!
But none did he share to Sam
Who drove his ***
And bought it nonetheless!

He had taken to sticking himself
Draining hot spoons, a fiend for G-I-between beans

In the back of a heavy whip, fading and yolk faced
I'm so glad to
Have you around, guys
Nod (always hit hard for such a noodle) and nausea

They carried him newbridewise inside
Cracked his head on the door frame as
They passed his invisible
Father and mightuzz wellbe mumdrunk
Left him on his pillow where he
Spun into Z world, final dream

Sam collapsed when we
Got the call and I could see in his
Raw face and ****** dog-vision hair the loss
He would sacrifice much more
Than that ticket to
Reverse
A friend

Another beauty down in mill town

The fish does not understand
Water
But the stray-nine
Understands home

Sometimes it takes an absence
A negativity, a darkness

From the dust dream rises
Like stars from the void
Someone rides an elevator up
Your spine and
Bridge
The direction is born

Soul tendrils extend and
Embrace tender lock of we
Season together

The fat men starve before the
Peasant because they
Have never really
Ached
In their stomachs
In their bones

When you live in famine
Scraps can sustain

And yet

Will you still notice the
Seven shade cycle rainbow-nectaring
From the street lanterns?
Or the

Diamonds
In ivory fro-banks glittering sparks?

When you are full
Will you

Ponder the pulsar’s violence?

Will you
Spare the stranger and Samaritan oft?

When you are full

Don’t lose it
Sadness is
Your prism
Choose the spectrum
Transcend the neut and stag

You can be their Atlas
They
Need
It

Writhing, the screeching leviathan demands
And I cave to save the aching from tricky time slopes
Pained craving
Wavering but
Hit and
It’s all loosey goosey goodness
Sensing silent magma pulse, whoosh the tummy tingles
Droopy ears gape-face giggle no more nowadays
A stern turn in old age the silly phase of
Too bright, neon common numb tongue rambles
Secedes into introspective
Crowded walks, broken talks strung into threats clustered and
Flung like monkey **** at many-stabbed ego, Brutus?
Strangers will eat you
The professor thinks I’m funny because
I know the answers in class
The other day Dingus
And Whoseewhatsee tried to alley mug and hurt and end
And money!
No, rocked nose ran dude! Fine
Trying not to fear the outdoors, though
The arthropods and phantoms tell me ***** jokes
And not to eat my candy

Books melt into soupy mercurial elixir
I slurp them and belch
Educating myself in a barn ******* knowledge
On loud faces; empty meat
Where you can hear the jingly metal
Thing when you shake it, it’s dead no flower
They don’t always like me
But
I’ve got the jeepers creepers behind my peepers
And a million lightyears to burn
Truth is worth dying
Four **** sow
Izzeny thing these daze
Maybe it was a bust from the start but there’s
Always art
Quieting the plague that revealed
Not so good after all

Tiny thorns and all-consuming
Waves of red-get-out wrenching, gutted like a fish
Overcome, that never went away or found
A place to sit
Memories arthritic grind a grim gray whetting stone
Reduce with juice-cloud, grape teeth cough will never find a home