Crawling out my skin
Out my ends, I’m morphing

Listen to the hiss off my lips, I’m morphing

Corrosive potion
Moments wading in ocean
Static evolution
Rootless traction
Weaving thru the nexus
My future re-enacted

Iridescent  
Unbridled
Panta rhei vials
Isles of colored sands
No shadow on my sun dial

Crawling out my skin
Out my ends, I’m morphing

Listen to the hiss off my lips, I’m morphing

Jaded divinations
Desecrated chants
Sated pact
unfettered
Stench of gas on my hands

Mountains scrape the aether
Identifier, unbeliever
Ascetic institution
My cage degraded in solution
Narcissistic revolution
Illusion of my sanity
Nothing sacred minus my modus
Drunken monolith
In tune, in tandem

Crawling out my skin
Out my ends, I’m morphing

Listen to the hiss off my lips, I’m morphing

**** me
With saccharine sighs
And cloying eyes
Their glamour entices me
These thoughts leaden in my viscera
Scarlet in my sclera
Your love is terrifying
Viscous and caustic
You’re going to destroy me
But that’s fine
I’m going to let you
Lingering in your shade
I’ll stay awhile longer
Away from myself
I’ll never be far enough
Just let me stay awhile longer

Needless to say the least

Lessons suggest
Freedom’s omnipresent
But my body’s on lease

Threaded dreams

Seamless society

Is this it?

I weave a basket

To carry your sun bleached bones
Thru the valley of plastic

I descend the spiral steps
Upon which few have taken notice
Each tread downward unveils cascades of immanent balance
Seething through me
Percolating as water in fertile soil
Soot wafting in the pillars of light that fulcrum this ancient temple
Ineffable
I am everywhere and nowhere
The dull pangs of humanity do not exist
In the abyss
All tangible evidence of my person lost in the bright aether fabricated by unsung heroes
They motion me forward
Ecstatically embracing the mercurial infinitude of our majesty
We weep because we are found

I remember the sensations the changing seasons would evoke...
The immanent feeling of lightness in my soft chest as summer turned to autumn...
The constellations were as stereoscopes in the view master of my innocence...
Hand in hand with the latent ebb and flow...
In tune with the infinite...

The frontier of life

Tinnitus from our feedback loop
A match to glass powder and red phosphorus
Friction of our egos
Makes us calloused and blistered
Brutal and tender

I wanna be exposed

To feel the cold burn of the wind on my pink, new skin
Clench my jaw, inhale the moment till I scorch my lips
And with open arms submit

My shadow stretches from the soft glow of embers and mingles with yours
Flickering on the walls of my skull
The past burns in my chest as our future ignites before my eyes
The ashes blow out my throat
Thru my body
Branded like cattle
I wear it like armor
Manipulated by the hammer of experience
My core is buried by life's flux

Lift me up
So I can look down
To see the throes of truth foisted by our clandestine pretense
It's become us, blinded us
Abandoning our empathy
The joists of fear fulcrum the foundation of our ignorant obstination

Hello, World!

I’m going to **** you.

Sometimes I feel the water
Seeping through my land
Cracked and sanguine
Now seamless and quenched
The smell of petrichor fogs my skull
And the birds bathe and drink

Their songs entice me to discover
To explore my immanent wealth
To remind me of something I’d forgotten
As an epiphany
I recede into myself just as my feet are enveloped by mud
But I remain still

To weave a golden thread
To keep and covet a dream
Taut in the aether
A glimpse of the mother
Radiant and proud as the essence that glows beneath my very feet
Trickling up
Swelling behind my cloying eyes

I clench and stretch the anima
As a bird struggling for freedom of its porcelain white cell
Life is ushered forth
Spraying it’s fragrant, violet mist
Drunken in its volume
The majesty of this experience is as transient as the vessel it haunts

Sinking
Sinking
Sinking into the mire

The day beckons me
“Listen!”
If only I had ears to receive

This corporeal prison
Beholden to my faulty chemistry
I brace myself with lies and purpose

In the City of Angels
I wonder
“Is it dead?”

Flushing a toilet full of **** is not unlike living and dying. As the **** spirals into the sewage pipes that sprawl like so many veins underneath the city that all lead to the sea where they join the **** of others, so do our bodies after they are interred and decompose, only to be consumed and shat out by the flora and fauna of the Earth, binding to all that is, ever was, and ever will be. For when our planet is pulverized and our myriad guts scattered across the galaxy, we will all be married in ******, celestial totality.

Life is ****.