Drying out
Under your spit
You are not sprinkling my hair with dew
I am not the flower
Concave lenses cover the cornea
A patch of salted water
Blurs and blues
Upon weaknesses
What am I here for
What are you here for too
Maybe if we hung ourselves
Where bright lights shine
The sorrows would dip their heads
In a *** of boiling sand
Stale sweat stains
A smell one flick away
Still emanates
Through the pores or upon skin
Presence presents itself
Stands, facing a blank wall
Reflecting the mirrors reflection
Where am I
Knocks resonate through dirt stained knuckles  
I know
I knew
Glass is boiling
Sand is forming
Crystallizing
Breathing breathing
Quicksand
Where sheer filamented fly wings
Are reaped under burdened black skies
Long forgotten, permanent
In trenches and creaks
Long, at last, lasting
They are wearing gravel capes to cover up the crimson-gray
Retire, land it over
Hand by hand
Wrists tangling shyly
Through the mist
To the sight of blind
To the mere sense of moths
Covered by an inch of dirt
Obscured and
Out of view

Swinging on the tip of the tongue
Deprived of sanity
Loneliness because they see and hear
But do not feel a presence
Near the back
In front of the rear
Location is unlocated
In the middle of the lifespan
You sway away to the melodies
Of your mothers cotton like voice
Trembling not knowing
If it is mommy or the wind
Big, vast, extended
Desert abandoned
You are the desert and the sweltering sand is in you
In your ears
In your stomach pleats
In the hollows of your cheeks
And you pour water
But forget to drink
So you spill raw
And crisped sorrow
In these caves
Just inside your cheeks
Invisible oceans of
Rust and salt
And you touch but do not feel
You forget to feel as soon as you sense
The moment dies as soon as it stands up
On its third heel
And you are locked up
Imprisoned in oblivion
Inside the hollows of your cheeks
And you scream deliver me! Deliver me!
Mommy
I am here!
Inside of you, deliver me!
But she is no longer here herself
So you cannot be there too
So you dive back to where you came from
To where you were before
To where your mommy resides
To where we don't even remember ourselves anymore

Desire crept in the crease of my kidneys
Drowning in ***** and ammonia
I stank and still stink
Saw what could not be unseen
Covered by dirt, grit and grime
Squalid sewage
You dived in too
Head first
Or pretended to
And I saw water gleaming
And temper rising
And fever swelling, blistering, popping
Around the clock
You did not stop
And kept fidgeting and quivering
Singing and facing
Facts and faces
That were supposed to be stood up to
Big polished eye *****
And a neck three feet long
Watch than penetrate
The huge humongous pomegranate
A billion bubbly juicy lives
******* ******* the treasure fruit
Pearly pimples
Rolling earls
Sea shell pearls
One after the other
Cabbage carnage
Leaf under over inside leaf
What was left
A sack of straw
A mud-colored potato
And two carcasses made of sticks
Painted in cheap pink lipstick

Two frail circular spheres
With the membrane of a bubble
Hazily drifting above something somewhere
Life on the left
After life on the right
One is full
And the other empty
At the apogee
Of death
Or birth
Or rebirth
And redeath
In order to cease
In order
To stop
You need to be full, sheer and vacant
At the very end
You are condescend
Tangled and about to explode
You cannot contain anything anymore
You are pure yet full of rotten apples
You stink like sweetened milk and pepper
You go up up up
And down down down
Low
And then you are desolated
Full of emptiness
Inscrutable
Full of cavities to be fulfilled
Delusional
You loose all senses
And for a brief but vivace moment
Half of a glimpse
Something opens
And the bubble pees all of its essence
Something sweet
Musky oil
Infiltrating the fine globe
And you are half full
You decide to press the big bright red button
Both bubbles
Strangled
Collide
Eclipse
Open
Fade
Fuse
New
Free
Feral
And then
You simply
Are crushed in between
Two light, half-transparent things
Compressed
And you are a living
Dead
Alive half of the time
You cannot be more dead than you already are
Or more alive than alive
You have brutally cut the connection
The never ending 8
And you a drifting
Away
Far far far away
Into oblivion

Dandruff storm
Avalanche on the sofa of predilection
Hair string over hair root
By 3, by 5
We get stuffed in poisonous genes
And thym and broccoli
Rise and hate
Revolution against it all
Dream the dream
And zip your lips
Do not hum do not dare to
Irritation
Carrots in my hair
Mosquito bites all over
Sensitive skin
Which were maybe
Meant to be
Goodnight kisses
Pictures followed by gaps and spaces
Paces cover the backs and fronts
Just to make them seem divine
Shiver against the satisfaction
Of your own foolishness
And go wild
Trim, skating, framing the pines
Snow-covered inflammations
While it is in action
Rolling, lurching
At a couple of indiscernible numbers
Per hour
Soft clouds of lies
Covering mountain peaks
Blow hard enough
And then fall back
Slowly
Separating the air from the air
Take a sip
One last time
There is always
Something
Staring
Waiting
For you to fall
Holding on to grated cells
Just around the right corner

Screams are maybe the only way
To pierce the ears and make them bleed
You never hurt when you beat or slap
Just a high pitched note
Born from one of the vocal cords
And you drown in your own integrity
Thinking you are full
When you are a lack
Seeing yourself big
As you are
Smaller than your own existence
Thinking you are
When you are
Nothing
But the fists and cuts
The rage boils and is spilled unto
Coil and wool
Burning wool
And cashmere
And a lot of somethings
Animal you are
Sweet and full filled with reason
Beat the drops
Beat the heat
Beat yourself
Beat them all
Beat your fists against the wall
Does it help
Adrenaline is moving you
And you are moved
To another place
Another feeling emerges
You cannot help but not think
You cannot help but not cease
So you are
And you want to stop
So why don't you do
Helo helo
Ask for help
From other people crazier
Than you
Which cloud is your favorite cloud
Which color is your favorite color
Categorize yourself
In order to be labeled
And classified
And unforgotten
In order to stretch and
See
Through time and space
I am this
I like that
What you like
What you are
I see
I hear
I feel
It is enough
Eyebrows raised
Eyes gleaming
Shivering quivering
Just the feeling

A billion fingerprints on a dollar bill
Only wash the hands
After wiping forth and back
Habits accumulate and
Tend to follow
Or tend the rabbits
But anyway
The second path
Is always
Incommodious
And then from outer space
Half a flick of dust
Only palpable
In someone's memories
On someone's mind
Behind the eclipse
And the bright lights
Face to face
You are a block
Of organic matter
Stuffed with minerals and latency
A resonance in the air
Heavily drifting
One picometer above the ground
Hazardous vibes of tranquility
Are emanated by the frustration
Of fuzz
Covering the back and neck
Not being able to come to an end
Overextension
Where the point meets the previous point
The perfect angle
And a goosebump followed by goosebumps
Tend and stretch to reach
But all little fingers choke
Are tips of pint-sized bunnies
The color of mist