im honestly cool with letting the plight of the heavy mind aesthetic
settle like diatoms into nautilus shells
bisected by The-Devil-Knows-Who
or even the Devil Himself
wearing hellfire like a Versace suit

it's all tangents
move past it

raw canvas
tetrachromacy
slipping
dripping cyan acrylic
expensive but i steal it

this is prostration at the feet of feeling something
this is listless eyes in the grass
this is myth
this is dogs eating their own ****
on empty suburban streets

tell me how it makes you feel
tell me what to charge the next poor ******* i can get to collapse potential futures in front of my work

dont tell me a ******* thing

when all the richness within "life"
turns to gleaming misery
will you come nurse a beer and a smile with me
before that altar of the end that howls for a blacker oblivion
than it already tastes on the tongues of those of us
willing to dream it up

that question was meant to be confusing
a wilderness our inner children
can skip off into while we make a home from the horror
bleeding out of the voids they leave behind

i think

my certainty is an empty throne these days

sacrosanct
gold fangs
cracked concrete
black rose
pathos
data flow
ennui
too many ******* commas
my inner dalai lama laments any is to be
wrenched from the grip of mama entropy
rinse repeat
rinse repeat
the bends are **** so im staying under
to swap kisses with whispered history

miss me with the mysterious "here she is amidst the pyramids"
please
im over it

unraveling
i become an empty sky starving for someone
in need of a silence to deify

looking at the clouds
we see god or dragons or rabbits

looking into the open mouth of someone's heart we see the same.

chains
chains
and more chains

its passion
its ******* irrational
its something to write about at least

its something
at least
its something

sell me benediction and be done with it

this isn't apathy
this is painting with the most boring black i can find
and calling it "like father like son"

im tired of searching
or better yet
tired of acting as if im tired of searching for providence

so again
sell me benediction and be done with it