I want to write you poems and bury you flowers
Put acetone in the foundation of all the pretty girls you envy
Dismantle every claim to beauty besides your own
Clip the wings of your insecurities and plant raspberries on your scars

I want to love you
From wherever you will have me
Very near, or even further far
With glamour gaze or diverted eyes

Never yours and always mine.

Rest In Peace
Rip Van Winkle
A snoring bore
Mooring to my piers
Bygone pylon
Daylight mist
Remiss adrift
Chris craft
Dingy dinghy
Drab inflatable raft

Don't ******* look at me like that!

Killing the albatross
Amass abashed
Lucky flittering kite in flight
Struck by lightning
What a sight

Starlight star bright
First star I see tonight
I wish; I may
Probably fade away

Gelatin legs
Sea knees
Crashing wave
Shaking wake
Forever on the long sway

Saline cauldron set to boil
Erupting caldera
Alantic calamity
Pacific pacification
Endless emaciation
Savorless salivation

Jowls bursting
Drooling laytex enzyme slime
Sheening smear; gleaming malformed mask
Mimes mimicking monsoon grins
Chalky carapace eroded
Vellum revealed
Until talc no more

When you swim in the bay, you must watch out for sharks
Or red tide
Or all the **** that aims to feed on you

Please be sure to know
Everybody hates you
When all they care about is themselves

They hate themselves
I hate myself
For my rejection of the notion of innate evilness

No!

Way back in the way when
They were innocent
Much like myself

You only find yourself in the consul of thives when you have fenced all your purest possessions

Your soul

Brings in the value of a pund of flesh
Cut me
Cleave my meat
Sadly you will see
It takes a lot of salt to dry the bitterness out of me

You are crank driven
A horseless carriage
Claded in bright aposematic ineptitude
Lacking modern conveniences

Sacrificing ulna and radius
Endeavoring pathos paved pathways
Posthumous attempts to reanimate your shrill stridulating passions

A mouribund effigy; a jaded figurine
Cubits, densely compressed and saliferous
Swaddled in a presageful glow
Emitted from the baleful blaze of your selfish structures

A fate befitting Edith's Lot

The ruination sweats your skin and dampens your intentions
Thermal dermal swelling
Blistering your membrane
Leaving you immobile at the foot of the Elysian ladder
Each rung strutting arrogantly upward
Loftily looming
Casting shade on a endless maelstrom

I must maintain a certain stride
My gait in a perpetual state of evasion
Deftly dodging pothole and snare

The landscape scrolls behind my silhouette, but the earth below me is less than glacial
I am transfixed

Breaching the wall of the squall

Its ceaseless variants of gray baffle and blur my vision

A wicked progenitor
Casting an opaquing shroud
It's moisture osmotically fills you with dysphoria​ and self doubt
Polluting your saccharine mixture
A homeostatic response
Propagating morose bitterness throughout

Transmuted; lewd, crude, and shapeless
Seeking to encapsulate

I: Stimulus Package

There calling for the money
The production is over budget and my pockets are hemmed far too tightly
Piddely
Diddely
Squat
Made up words will always describe me best

My spinal cord
My spinal cord
My spinal cord for a kingdom
Debts are paid in vertebra
Bet the bone
Dire straits to win
Eight plus eight equal’s six-teen
Double down
******* double down
Portions and parts are not acceptable; I want the whole danm thing

II: Stimulant Package

So you want a poem?
What does it matter my microphone will always smell like whisky
Assumptions
Assumptions  
I denied my right to a trail so the jurors can exit to the right

I ask for two and you give me four
A charity case, so what have I to be proud of?
Sip, chug, a funnel because when you’re young it’s never fast enough
Speakeasy
Prohibit the dialog
Fraud! No! *******!
My diction is ******* in the market and selling seems like the only way to survive

She steps over the *****
She’s a ripped dollar bill
Worthless!
She wants me
I want her
I want to mount her Everest
Pike her peak
Visit the Fertile Crescent and plant my seed
I want to make her right
Keep her symbols chiming to the proper beat
Her foot slid down my leg
Removing the top layer
I’ve been infected
Fraud! No! *******!
She was clean
She was free
A saint
A sales woman
A freeway fruit-tree
I couldn’t help but peal the flesh away to see

Afterwards…..

She asks; who are you?


III: Mercy is a Cancer

Nobody till Friday
A ****** flunkey
A wall that is pomegranate not plumb
Half a bubble off of: Who the **** are you!

Age seems to makes naivety an easy target
Jesus was only thirty two but his ideas held enough water for you
Drink it up when there is only a sip savoring is really out of the question
You want to know who I am…

I am about fifteen cigarettes away from running out of words
Fourteen beers from apologizing for what I said and start agreeing with you
Thirteen second thought until I start resenting you

This is what you signed up for
There’s no retirement plan
Heaven is a truck but all I could afford is this beat up station wagon

Who am I
The **** taken on company time
Non-billable hours
So wipe and flush me away

F i m F i v v e r 2/22/1990 © 9 years ago, Bryant j Frye

Grid scored on my back
Clove bulbs spiked, superficially clinging with determination of sand spurs

I'm a ham
Served whole

Sweating, secreting succulent indifference
Life's teeth glint and catch the middle of my iris

Shhh...

Can you see them?
Clinch your soul's curtains
Barricade the shutters of your mind
Allow yourself to be overcome with paradise personified

Now tell me, do you see?

Bunnies sprinting through great green rolling hills
Hind-quarters thumping
Leather pads attempting to flatten the horizon

***** daydreams
Lamenting desire's demented delusions

Same in the end
Bullet driving fantasy
Bursting free
Exploding back to front
The calamity of innocence
Mercy sprays into the air
Atomizing as it descends
Defining invisibility's mass

I could never pull the trigger
Even if to preserve my own breath
A coward's concession
Self-sacrifice in spite of shame

That's the way things go
Quality of life is contingent on what can't  be remembered
Why is it so hard to forget
Happy time granules have fallen
Slightly off color
Completely missed placed in this miserable sand box

Heaven Has No Room For A Heathen
Chaotic embolism eyes
Surmise gray soot saturated skies
Tapping toes; itchy holes
Minutes dwindling proofing infinity

Grueling gastric grumble
Cringing clamy canvas
Death without a salesmen

Visceral view point; pale vacancet vogue
Familiar visage vague
Exiting velvet underground

Hoodless executioner; happy harbinger
Hyperglycemia's candy courier

Fidgeting digits
Crackle crinkling plastic shroud
Drawing desperately; whistfull twist
Pinched crimped; lonely confections
Toothy chatters clamour for their just deserts

Hungry Hanzel, ginger bread grotto
Gentrification exemption; horrid horde haven
Sensation slave station; indentured intravenous interjection
Wicked witch black tar water
Gradual plunger rise
Magma solidification; red algee bloom
Expelling crucifix prik
Shuttering sclear
Purple lips muttering

Securing salvation

I want to slide into the plumbing of your heat
Strapped to a bed
Hole in your chest
I still can't get in

The distance between us is like time
Infinite and infinitesimal
Inches to kilometers
Miles to centimeters

I can feel your warmth from Pluto
Like a silver ribbon tethered to an outter rim space cadet
Lost in space
Swimming through the ylem to get to your divide
When i find you and feel your gravity
I worry that atrophy will fill my knees
Collapsing from the weariness of my quest

El Dorado's Golden Road
Ponce de Leon's Fountain of Youth
Suzie's Fourth Floor Room

You are the Reaper
Shrieking like a ******* Jesus whistle
Peaking modulation
Static wavelengths
Optical audio
Sprawling an obdurate declaration
It's magnitude rattles and unroost every soul from it's bearer
Stumbling hypothetically into the squalid depths of your throat

In the bowels of the beast
A slurry of dullards
All enveloping semi solid
Humanity fleeting; devoured
Catalyst ignition
Miasma emissions
Bloating percolation
Colonic pressurization
Vile vat; critical mass

Rendering a smear in your ***
***** mash
Slipping friction
Reeking rash reckonings
Incessant itching
Persistent *******

Hold on....

I can be perfect from now on

Immaculate trash
Deeply compact
Density; supernova
Unnoticeable until bursting from the center
Stellar spectacular

What do you see?

The twinkles surrounding where I used to be

The sea was black

What do you get when you mix:
Red
Blue
Yellow?

Primeval opaque primordial mash; marinating the multitude of lifes mass

Energy polarized and divided
Each gaseous faction lurching dredging dense cumulonimbus depths
Exhausting volume's finite designation
Convergent catalyst; cataclysm creation

Brightness bursting blacks truest shade
Ludicrous lashes cascade, unfurling hysterically from crystal prisim shrapnel; struck and shattered

Focused lazer pushing downward; lunging upwards

Coarsing carbons culmination
Ancient artistry; amino acids
Brilliantly binding
Briskly building Romanesque colonades
Lintels streched over arches spiraling into domes; Civilization's ornate chromosomal architecture

Rendering relic reference point by which all will be considered

Laces Out Bryant J Frye
From nightingale's first call
Through the dawning of the lark
Moist and sodden I did trote

Pedi dermal waterlog
Blanched trenches; faults in thier valleys  
Repeating pressure; suffering throughout

Time ever lasting
Constant eternal pace
Synchronizing my gate
Harrowing consternation
Sloppy soppy convaince
No feet would they gaurd today

Quests of mercantil success
Here for taking
Nobel endeavors
Seeking a favor of fortune

Tyche's blessed stare
Focused photon gleam
Sparkling serendipitous sneakers
Dispatched by Victory's wings

Heel clutching
Metatarsal majestic myopathy
Divinely contrived champion
Satin slipers sublime

You are a crowded intersection
Ebullient bloating, churn
Bustling with acquaintances

They know your name
Know your way, but see you mearly as an impass
Navigated with neither choice nor decision
Route without resistance
Path of least conviction
A jumping of point
Endeavors formulated; yet your corridors are never considered

No exceptional exemptions
Chimerical observers,  are shuffled and thumb  Fulminant prostration; muddling insertion
Maudlin automaton corral

An adverse opposition, preferring to evaluate you at night
Your gaslit candescence reaches in all directions
Ebbing lambency traversing space
Conveyance of curious possibility

Enveloped in your vacancy
Swaddling spances; rampart wrapping
Quarantined and completely mine

Somber meditation tranquility
All of my substance settling to a manhole center
Shedding all my persistent memories
Unencumbered relife; unfettered elation
Ravishing beatitude exaltation
Distracting detraction
Time abstractedly trickling away

Disecting rays of light clutching the arc of the Plutonian horizon
Stampeding hordes in infinite single file lines
Sieging you from every direction
Like a colony of ants disintegrating a discarded carcass
You are gone

I never miss what is always in front of me
Like a great piece of music, you never really appreciate it until it is done and gone
Then you remember how disgusting the silence sounded

We are indentured to our fancies
I hold her to the sky
Her elegance
Her grace
Casually disregards the physical laws that bound us all
Manipulating time and space with the contours of her body
She spits into the wind and comes out dry

When I close my eyes
I can see her
Running through a black and white field of intoxicating color
Her lips mouthing the crucial wisdom that would allow me to turn this ******* around

Silence

Have you ever considered that the absence of sound is a million never ceasing screams that we have become tone deft to.
Your words always had that effect on me

If I could give up and sulk in proper fashion
I would blind fold myself and stay here with you for ever
My plight would be a national event
The masses would canonize me
Little would they know

About my thirst
The crippling compulsion to have you all to myself
It’s been months now
Might as well be years
The convulsions from the withdrawals are the only things that will never abandon me

That’s the core, is it not?
People casually nibble away at your sweet flesh
Until they reach what makes you
The deep seeded values from which everything else sprung forth
Like your DNA
A culmination of the mutations of your genial history

My mother
My Father
A cesspool of ***** and ****
The murkiness
It walks
It talks
Perpetuates the illness and tells its self that it’s fine

I want to be cleansed
Crest the water and become someone new
Desalinate all of my bitterness
I would then fit into a thimble
I would only be desirable to those with dry mouths and cracked lips

A sip of something sweet
Then thirst again

Odvious- 

I think about touching you and wonder what the feel of you will do to my senses. Will my rhythmic organs palpitate; shiver and writhe?Would my nervous jitters portray me as lame?

A perfect impression of a jack-in the-box. My crank in your hand, jumping at the chance to keep you entertained. Once spung, a jester is left limp and lopsided. Foolish grin leering in your direction.

Crazy- 

Mostly, my visions are of our palms. Overlaying them to see if our future lines converge or divide. Perhaps, they will wind up the center and pit fall into the driven vortex of true love's martyrdom.

Or an unintentional graze of your side. Instead of apologizing systematically; we smile finding each others friction to bolster... to blossom.... rosier dispositions.

Obvious- 

Neither of us are dreamers because it takes practice, and we were drafted into reality straight from the womb. Fostering fundamental frailties. Functioning figments fueled by bitterness.

Salacious diction uttering fictions of fantastical fairy tale folk lore. Regal romance; a slow waltz with intricate twirling

Crazy-  

Worthlessness justifying our worst decisions, circumventing the fear of happiness. Entertaining notions of China's undiscovered route.

Staring down the formidable "Great Tera Tendon;" passageways in their minds. Planing to pelt people, pulverizing natures permanence.

If it's at any cost, there is no cost
Obviously Crazy

Pretty parasite
Shoulder saddled
Practically practical
Conscience's cozy cubby
Whispering mirthless whimpers
Demanding denial's distraction
Factual frailties

Fragile cadaver; crystalline corpses
Breathless without cause
Atrophy; aghast glaze
Awaiting articulated autopsy
...........................
Coroner's Report
...........................
COD: Acute adverse reaction to a sudden withdrawal of esteem. Causing a welling of the eyes and esophageal swelling.
...........................
A fond farewell to a friend
............................
Carnations circled casket
Comisseration's soft scent
Woeful woft; harvester angels aloft
Hevean's hooks; marionette soul

Silk strands; raised hands
Silk strands; jumping jubilant jig

Endless happy day reruns
Closed captions cheery censorship
Seamless syndicated smiles
Looping luxurious bow
Adorning adorable facade

Your glare juts wide and traps me in an obtuse corner
Varying degrees of turpitude
Pivoting around the axis
Beaming rays of optimism
Linear into the continuum, until infinitesimal
An exertion with no assertion of retrieval
A harbinger screaming into a desolate chasm

"Nothing stirs."

You only have interest in superfluous self-degradation
Pessimistic introspection
Mocking your molecular geometry
Resisting the valancing
Fearing the internal reaction
Not noble, but wholly and completely nothing
Retaining no mass or substance
Your presence in the physical world is an irregularity, an enigma

I'm reaching for you
Breaching your flesh like an apparition, a translucent figment of the shell that once contained your potential

I am one of the few
I can observe you
Your spectral glow haunts and hypnotizes me like the spiraling eyes of the cobra

"If you could witness your fate in the the third person; would you?"

I can observe me

We converge,
Like vinegar and baking soda
Erupting with my bubbling destructionism; using your vessel as a medium

Ground zero
Inconveniently located at the epicenter of my quaking misfortune

Buried alive since exhumed from the womb
Every breath shorter than the last

A pilgramage of zombies
The festering runs deep
Curdling blood
Clotting and clogging
Coagulation in the vein
Withering remnants in are wake

Cyclical contaminyation
Praying for a cure
Begging for an antidote
Sleeping with the virus

It's easy to not get high locked in a room
But how do you get over being locked in a room

To have a life, I can not live

I could not do them; if they didn't exist
But they are everywhere
They look for me
I hear them when the light of day breaks the jam of my door
Not little whispers
******* screaming, like foreign death meatal on loop
Making my ears feel hot and like they might be bleeding

They aren't though
If they did
They might take me seriously
I'm one train werk away from
"It was so obvious"

Emulsify​ my fragments with yours
We become puree
Our mixture is pliable and capable of smoothing any blemish

A false sense of durability, like layers of plaster over diminishing foundations

A stern wind sends us to chattering and reduces us to shards

An upside-down jigsaw with so many pieces who's interlocking combinations are infinite and impossible

We beset upon this futile quest with reckless abandoned
Punitive passions emblaze our cornea and deafen our cochlea

These inflictions only intensify our other​ detection receptors
Emboldening our synapses with astroglia most hearty and foolish

In the face of self-imposed adversities; the chortling consumes us
Mole hills spur and contort; vertically and violently
Titanic crags obstructing our path and encumbering our better natures
Yet the giggling continues

Brave men will face death without question, but only those who have tasted oblivion jest at it's expense
When you feast on everything and nothing, imagination and fear are savorless against your palate

Sordid sentinels
Mechanisms, blueprinted in hedonism and swill
Completely ****** by design

We are the crusty plaque in the corners of each others lips
The coke-like residue that accumulates from the burning depletion of our crude resolve

Exhaustion smogs our atmosphere and silts your dermis
The granulation makes you coarse and curt
You find friction in all things
There is no refuge for relief
Even afloat amongst the stellar ylem, the invasive abrasion intercepts your drift

Nothing is sacred!
Nothing is truly yours!

Your inter-most thoughts scream from the windows of their cells

You have been divulged and further more, made completely bare
A sort of ****** where opinions can be made on the hue of your skeletal system
Stark and helpless; sprawled wide
Revealing every tiny nook of your crevices, giving breath and larynx to your insecurities

A vivisection

The young men and women gather around the respiring corpse
Every deffect will oust it's cause
A foreign recollection of your story
Quivering and flinching under the pressure of a razor thin plane

Blankly, they stare like bipedal bovine
Sweetness and sorrow is wasted on them
They only seek silence for the deft and ******* for the blind

Now! both have been provided!

These days are for the daisies, accented with juniper and babies breath
A gazebo beneath a tree like shade on a cloudy afternoon

With our glasses more vertical than not; I drink you in and swear away the day

She smiles, because I stare off for long periods of time
Reasoning, that I don't want her to catch me gazing at what I have no right to love

A gardener's guilt
Plucking the ripe and ready
It's the time of season for cessation
The paradoxical harvest
An event of sustenance and death

A consumer has no sensation other than taste
A carnivore only taste one flavor

Your flesh on the vine
A rare and coveted commodity
Past vintages become quartets of meaningless digits, like discarded combinations on a constantly changing tumbler

The fortuitous ones will eventually get their chance, but only after the
horticulturist has gotten his fill

For I have forced breath into you
Developing your unique character
With subtle augmentations to your composition; and experience above all else

Only the most bitterly tortured fruit becomes wine of notoriety
A sadistic vintner periodically sampling the evolution of his wares

Very often the inflictions are bored by both master and slave

I feel it in you
It's the only time I do
Feel
Misery is contingent upon company

A fool's philosopher
With flawless adages and quips

He is no different

Eventually we all will be met with the contradictions of our exasperated convolutions

Then where will you be?

Why, you have been made golden!
A hopewell beacon amongst the treacherous and ******
You are now nebulous and immaculate
Like the figure encased with in the marble

Does the sculpture recall the stripping sensation induced by the artisanal hands of the craftsman?

Or is it's ears filled with the clamoring?

Ingrates and dolts who only appreciate the product rather than the steadfast passions of it's means

Amongst the gawking gazers I am indistinguishable; as you are now to me

"Do you think thats what happens when you die, an eternity occupying the last space your consciousness surveyed."

I will wait in that place where your silhouette was made perfect and whole
Impatience, will chatter through my toes
Anticipating my chance to merge our souls
Sensually synchronizing; spirits spiraling
Spinning down with the finality of dish solution

Soylent Green
Waste water
A job well done
Done dirt cheep

The Economy Package

Putting up my entirety as capital

Dredging in the red
There are dollars in the margins
Black ink deluge
Staining these ****** shoes

Paying gangbusters dividends in,
Blue chip
Wholesale "*******!"
Padding your wallets  
Adding diversity to your portfolio

This is the game
Your are only as interesting as your generosity

God, I want to save you
After every failure
I debate the resonance of my decency

For **** sakes
Can you see the passion I feel?
Bursting from my pores
Wishing to whelm your tumultuous pain

Envelope you and make your struggles my own
Like plasma we separate
All of our preciousness  rising to the top

It's unfair for there to be so little nectar floating above the mud

That's all we are
When we are long simmered and reduced down
Bland bitter roroux
Garish gravey inundated with savorless gristle

No salt
No pepper
This our lives
This is the only flavor

At any cost
All was lost
Love dwindles
Empty handed
Fading with each waving farewell

Alas, I am a lone
Completely worth knowing
Even if only to suffer


Obviously; Crazy

Reliving the past
Like Frost in December
Nothing can last

Happiness in May
Youth mild and warm
Our child will play
Taking another step forth

She is our world
The crust holding our bubbling mantle
To often we burst
Reshaping the earth

It is what builds her
For better or worse
It is all we can do, to lighten the burden
The parenteral curse

Despite our infractions
She is cool and relaxed
A beacon of hope
In this epic clash

No matter the outcome
I hope she will see
That she is perfection perfected
The child of we

From the beginning
I would always be in serfdom to happiness
Plow and toil and only be given enough to survive

Sure, I have dreams and visions of freedom
Often I have walked to the edge of everything I know
With my nose pressed to the glass
The condensation from my respiration fogs my view

If only I could sublimate through my uncertainty
My hand would rematerialize in yours
The wrinkles of our palms coupling as if by design
Mounting the apex of Love's curve

That's the moment!
Where inches feel like years and you lose all inclination of your inclination
The only breath you will remember is your last
Before the crushing vacuum of gravity comes for you

It's sad that the simplest of adages are the ones that most commonly prove true

"What goes up must always come down"

I’ve got something in my pocket for Polly
She don’t know what it is
If she lays her hand out flat
I might give her a gift
Wrap her in ribbons
Let the bows make knots in her hair

We should swallow the kerosene and increase our potential
To spontaneously combust!

She’s a cuddle lover
Who cultivates the smiles
I’ll take a pack and a peck if you’ve got them?

The sky is dry
The soil is fallow
Everybody is chagrin

Pitiful plow tilling fallow ground
Turning friable soil
Loamy luckless pillows trailing
Investments with no reward
Love doesn't grow here anymore

Persistent Poly; grandiose gumption
Attempting to alter the arc of a function

Showering afection
Anointing rays of attention
Amalgamated with emotion

Sowings showing no enrichment

Capsicum capsules; dormant destiny
Fruitless loom; hindered harvest
Barren barrel; wanting womb
Mirthless smirk; sorrowless frown

No seeds to spare, no crops to share
No capacity or compassion to care

(Right Hand Red, Left Foot Blue, Free Foot Yellow And Your Other Hand Too)- While I Have You *******..... I Love You.-
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Sounds about right
Poetic justice

-You Provoke Cliche Mediocrity-

Orator sent to stuttering in the shadow of the Colossus
Singing sonnets to the bottom oven rack

The ocean dried up
Leaving my vessel moored upon your peak
Comfy with lofty notions; but how will we ever feed these mouths a plenty

Squaking!, screeching!, screaming!

-See-

This is exactly what im talking about
What the **** am I going on about?

I can't verbalize fantasy
I sleep flat back on concrete
No matinees play behind these hibernating lids

Like..... Like.....
This is a ******* baby right?
Filling one of the many vacancies in Bryant's home for wayward SIDS kids

Like.... Like......
This is ******* love right?
A cloak rebounding every wave length of light

-Hidding In My Text Message Window-

Shaking; waiting
For your generous thumbs
Erecting Pagoda towers; chasing the sun
Evicting the heavenly bodies
Rendering all the celestial space cold and secluded with ****** loneliness

-I Have Never ****** Off In Mix Company-

That's why you condemned me to this
You find pleasure in my clinched fist beating myself

This how you would have me?

Alone; so in control; awaiting your orders
Conditioned to drool at the sound of a click and a beep

-But....-

I slept for like 20 minutes the other day
Sagging salvia like second skin
I don't remember a ******* thing

Brutal bliss's purest equivalent
Planes of oblivion
Floating lifeless through the astral field

If I want happiness, I gots to go through you!!!!!!...........

-Or I Don't Remember-

What lies in between is the smokers' closet in the Atlanta Airport
Packed shoulder to shoulder with people you can feel but can't see

Spectors sliding through one another
Synced and severed in an instant
Emerging unchanged
Vapid gas; visceral vessel

-Your Dead Hand Moves Mechanically-

Adjusting position
Compensating for my placement in the pitiful people stock pile

Plunging clutch
Grabbing a gimp
Metal condor claw cradling porcelain shelled embryo
Jostled and dropped by greed's glutinous ******

Souvenir sliding down a memento shoot
Hinged flap; livestock slot

You sought me out
Propped me up and gave me a name

  - Vore-

It's bad practice to give meat title and soul
Most will feel sorrow when sustenance meets need
No cringe in your grin
Regret is absent from your face
Savoring the salt of my flesh

I want to be your banquet

You're insatiable
You're never satisfied

I'm a T.V. dinner
A concession of convenience
Poorly digesting in your intestines

I saw the draw of the arrow from the corner of my eye
Suddenly I was stricken by the aim of a divine
It filled my skin with periwinkle and blush

A whisper...
Is it you?
Or some wicked trick
A vision of Dolos?

It no longer mattered
For I had tasted the fruit of the vine
The knowledge was now mine
It flooded my lobes with carnal warmth
Like a strong tonic
It left me perspirating and dripping with desire
I furrowed my brow
So as to see you clearly

I want to see you in the round and complete
Dissect your soul and steady myself in your flaws
Looking for some assurance that you are fixed to this world

How can I be sure?
I have heard tales of angels with the desires of men
Leading them by the chin with the tips of their fingers
To a watery whirlwind of peril

I have been so alone.
Electing new lows
Just to mix it up
The rocks splash softly against the glass
Steam rising like the visible sizzle of freshly seared meat

This is it
It's all you got
Sadly, you grip it loosely and can hardly detect it's presence
Like the creeping escalation of day break.
Where you will be met with the introspections of your desisons
All of your senses will judge and be judged

In the back seat I know he knows
He peers in the reflective surface and like light hitting a prism they go everywhere
I feel them on my shoulder speaking in very different voices

"No one lies like you do to you."

So much talent
The gift of the gab
You spin them like paying customers upon the tilt-a-whirl
Their souls fill with amusement as their stomachs bubble from the inertia

They welcome the *****
Violent and involuntary
Like the under toe of love
You are churned and wrenched
The brackish oil fills your lungs
It compounds to your amino acids
Rendering you permanently convoluted.

Often I wonder what is the best that happy people can expect?
Residing amongst the coil of the cornucopia
Tightly packed sweetness for others to despise
How can you be ask to understand sadness when you are engulfed in all the nice bright colors

I feed on it, insatiably so
The juices drip like tears from my mandible​
Gorging just to maintain the hollow gnaw of hunger
The discomfort is all you have to measure your highs

That's the best

Manic Waves

Sometimes I feel like the best miserable person.
The catalyst is swift and tasteless
My tongue is dry and dastardly
The nicest person alive
A daft dandy
I require no digestion

As soon as you look to me
I turn away
Not revealing the slightest proof that you were ever observed

The gray scale slowly becomes them

Eventually, the stone will find the center of the slump
Momentum willing you may see your task crest the horizon;

But alas, you are besieged again

"Brother, Brother, Brother"

Titles passed out like Gestapo badges
Pinning loyalty's bronze shield to their chest
Shaking hands at the elbow
In the same motion bring them to my chest
Embracing them; as I would expect to be clutched after an extended absence
Bone meal nearly being rendered from the pressure between the plates of our breast

Troupe before all; dedication documented

Truth is only given to those close to the heart of the honest
Propaganda; lies served warm and edible from the perimeter of our inter Sanctum
Real to real projectors flickering silent motion pictures of hoaxed heroism
Repeat double features; free all day matinees

I'm sitting outside without a ticket.?

Starved angel
Crippled wings
Snared in freedom's strings

Heaven born
Luckless lady locked in Limbo's scorn

Tell me girl, do you hear the Rapture's triumphant horn?
Calling you to remove all your trifles and thorns

Golden essence
Pouring from the piercings in your gaunt gourd
Reversing the process of pruning
Glory fills you cheeks and fancy floats beneath your feet

Always perfect
No longer meek

An utterance
A manifestation
An animation
Simple silence
Malignant migration
Brilliantly blind benign
Lumpy grouser
Projecting a gaslit shadow
Lambasted silhouette
Crooked contorted glimpse of reality
Line strung; hung languishingly in a beguiling brume
~............~
Slim plastic blast pack
Cardiac cavern, mimicking the undulating spree of the metronome
Selfish inclination
Selfless mutilation
Intrepid imp
Gullet fluttering with love's gestation
Inevitable indigestion
Retching the wretched
Peristalsis current
Acrid slurry
Piquant palate eternal
Melding the morrow
Flavorless aggregate collective
~----------~
When will I die?
Sooner is truer than a second longer
~----------~
Listliss vivacity
Sloth like drumlin
Upward lurching fixation
Stiff and frozen between the knees
Descending the function of speed and time
Caught in the current of a concrete stream
Molecular progression
Atomized and pass through the neddels' eye
~-----------~
When will I live
A second longer is truer than sooner

I know your type
One to elect an early exit
Deep into the cut
Scenic thru ways
Treacherous spontaneously carving angles, with no slow postings
Strung souls festooned to a hysterical spindle; spun

I swear

I have seen those trees before
It all looks so similar

There's no way to tell

Meaningless miles
Traversing the whorls of our finger prints
Our effusions tinging the tints of passing time

Haggred laggard orbs
In phlegmatic succession
As one submerges the other is cresting
Straining our necks and crossing our eyes
Lusting to examin the splendor of both at the same time

I found soothing solace in the prospect
Simplistic predictability; perpetual motion machine

A one gear design
Head long; forever forward
Hindrances observed
Obstructions obliterated
Cleaved into splinters

Tumbling endlessly into infinity
Towards the edge of the earth
Vaulting the crimped lip of the terraformed tortoise shell
Slowly slipping through the imaginary grasp of gravity

Into the void
No longer victim to vertigo
Orientation Utopia
Up, down, left, and right
Weightless figments
Photo negatives of a childhood home

There are no friends on fiend street
Desire is a ******* and everyones a carnavor concealing their teeth
Careful not to smile or speak to wide
So as to hide the serrated razors they sheath

It takes a cool head and slow hand
Poaching perfected; placation of prey
Soothing sedation; sinking sensation
Men munching mandible
Ravenous exsanguination; gluttonous grin

Until nothing remains

You want to know about thirst?
Quenchless burden; bioengineered cureless
Upon first drop i was sold into servitude
Lonely lust for life; Death's lonesome lapping lush

I am the Thirstiest Hermit Out There
Parched for whatever is clever

Many have a flavor they savor

Genealogical endowments
Dry saliva glands; pallet extra bland
Fandom found in random chemicals intandem

Pandemic parade progressions
Participants precipitating intoxicating exhibitionism
Dopamine teamed with endorphins
Rope double dutch occupying all your synaptic terminals
Stomping sneakers; soothing stampede
Screeching soles setting soul settling sequence to vehement ventricle vexation

My life, jaw under the faucet
Whising for waterboarding's elusive ethereal exstraction
Whimsical wind wafting wanderlust
Withdrawing from this weary wharf

Crest caress my silhouette
Sea salt soaked; sweaty saline *****
Turned up, tuned out, dug in

I am suspended with grief
Wrought beaten
Placed about the coals
Endothermic crimson coalescence

Ferrous singularity
Tempered ingots impervious
An extension of god's arm
Sledging **** showers
Compacting crash lashings
Descalling with cold fire

Not shaped but contorted
Deep sloping concavities
Who's smooth walls actuate with convections
Apexes so thin
Whipping winds would make holes of them

Quench after quench
No closer a semblance

Extruded from the stone
Womb like enclosure

My last suitable home
Surrounded by my piers

Eeking a creep
Seeping into a mold
Ardently effervescent with aptitude smoldering
Akin to the gorgeous and gaudy
Gold, diamond, and pearl
All are flawed in the raw

A perforated structure
Riddled with gaseous pockets of base desires
Rendering a slugs mass
Insignificant as deadly
Miniscule as harmful

Eliciting a bold reenactment

A raven haired imp
Rebellious heralding divine
Angelic crown
Ringlets of white and blue
Peeking fontanel
Adorned with a rose colored center

Breathlessly pleading for impact
Contact
Of any sort
The instant where you feel the most alive
Ironically, you unwittingly find.......

You never were

Blank stare; don't care
Bleak silk hood
Satellite shine

Ambiant refraction, glowing
Prole projection; neat niche
People stock pile pantry

Fun house
Halls of elaborate mirrors
Impossible iris fixation
Gazillion glances; glaring

Muted mutation

Centering self
Hobbled wobble; mindless meandering
Outer rim, space cadet

Vapid vacuum vissor
clutched clasped canistar
Contemptuous callow contents
Cranial pasteurization
Condensed cerebellum chowder

Sticky sludge; silver sere
Salavation strands slinking
Steadfast starvation saturation
Single serving; superficial snack
Solitude's stretched sling..........

Superimposed...........

Blank stare
Bleak silk mutation
Callow cadet
Streched starvation
Bleak.......
DON'T CARE!

A game of Questions and Answers

-A Challenge-

Are you clever enough to care; inquisitive for virtue's sake?

It's your opinion that you are easy
Every problem a solution
Every cause an effect

Maybe I'm simple, but you make me think
A way to be happy and whole
Rarely do the two coincidence
Suddenly you collided into me

Like waking from a stare
A shocking smack sensation
Choking on my own breath
Held upside down and forced to live

To tell truth, I always knew it was there
Color fantastic, vibrance that my infant eyes could not see
To tell the truth, I saw brilliance in the gray
Until you gave cones to my rods
A placid plane beautiful
Sensory compulsion
Falling back; sinking into the mold
Gitty anticipation as the warm resin encapsulates my nose

Breathing underwater
What a relief?
Compared to drowning on dry land

I have never been one for dreaming, but you poke glowing pegs through the black construction paper of my mind
Depicting what could be
Pictogram prophecies

I lean on you like philosophy

Propping my prospects of prosperity on you
This is unfair
This leads to disillusionment
The frailty of faith's lazy complacency
Shepherding you a scapegoat; to the next pasture scheduled for herbicide

So blatant yet with holding
The function to the utopian equation
I'm scared to present you with my data
I mean who wouldn't be
Like attempting to converse with the divine
My head may explode with unworthiness

A canvas cadaver
At least i know you are into splatter art

I am the fourth wheel on a tricycle
Or one of the inside tires on a semi
Completely blown  
Never effecting the load

Always alone
Surrounded by people who like it that way

I put entirely to much into friendships
All of myself
Worth as much as my convenience

This is normal?

I'm abnormal

I love people for the burdens they bring
Disregarding self-interest on a whim
A red tea cup standing in front of a bull in the china shop
Equal parts bravery and fragility
Born to break

They put me in armour twice my weight and send me to face the giant
To die second

Welp, **** it's coming for us all
Living and perishing in each breath
To tell the truth
It probably should be me

No superhero
No martyr
No sacrificial goat
The greatest common factor
A purpose

Long since out
If I'm neither coming nor going
I should probably disappear

Ghost runner tagged out stealing home
Gallops through the umpire
Arms stretched outwards toward victory
Winning the game!"

Wait one ******* minute...

Okay, I'm one of those okie doke mother ******* huh?
Waddling and quaking right in to your pitiful rouse

Marksmen can make targets out of anything
Cans, bottles, fools

On the ground
On a fence
Hurled towards oblivion

Pull!

Hope fills the beacon as it crests the ascension
Notions of survival fashioned in a free fall

-Similar Sensibilities-

Gems sought out in dirt clods
Friends amongst fiends
Love's Gemini; Lust
Truthfulness in desire

Falicy gives the sustance of Chinese food
Gorging to the brink of gastric obliteration
Satisfaction meets it's pinnacle

Where does the mountaineer go when peaks become plateaus?
You will come down too
Soon enough you will come down

  - The Simplest Adages-
  
Up is one half of a cycle that controls us all
Every dog has it's day
Every birthday suite; a funeral tuxedo

Remember to smile big
It's the only chance you have to win
Happy victims
Mercilessness's only weakness
Clay pigeons with guts grinning