Built plastic houses
in plastic lives
With plastic wives
And plastic knives
For safety
Safely snoogled in a lie
Cannot cry when its gone
Yet i try
With plastic tears
And plastic faces
Plastic years
And premade places
To visit
From plastic spaces
In my heart
In plastic pains
From plastic drains
Of my plastic dreams
With Elastic seams
Stretching the view
We all knew
To be real
Once
In plastic poetry

I lift my hand to fade
To that other place
I close my eyes to wake
In another day
I pay the toll and fake
A happy face
I play to keep my kills
In another way
I'm here to stay
Awake

Dissected lip served in grained and pictured fixtures cracked

Spider webbed and spider trapped

Talking in forgots named of slayed littler things, as strewn about in the worms in hand

Slight of seethe in bulls horned speak

In Blackened eyes and turns of cheeks

In seek if speak of need

Weaker keyed of broken nobs in a doorless windows dream

Sing in singing

Sang to other trees

Trees of broken branches

Rootless mud of rockied roads, detoured to a cliff slide view

Face the rain with open eyes and not blink

In downtrodden androgyny, the ample beast is butchered in the streets, released to the **** ******* bottom of cautioned pits, gritting limply in the lozenged fists of gimps sweating **** from their pours to no cause, nor reward, under the sword of mechanical animals, scrambling the signals to the heart, from a world apart in darting remembrance of the severance from the start departed to the end of no means in abstract pings to the outer dark.

Hollow hollers
Hollow hearts
Hollow causes in the dark

Dark days
Dark deals
Dark embarking in the shrill

Shrill shouts
Shrill sounds
Shrill excitement in the lounge

Lounge in luxury
Lounge in lakes
Lounge in dingy lofts of snakes

Snakes slithering
Snakes strangling
Snakes snaking up your leg

Leg in
Leg of lamb
Leg go my Eggo this ***** a sham

The dust slowly swirling, discs whirling into one lump sum, twirling of all the things undone to be born under an infant sun, in a clump of the stuff in which this sun was made up.

Loved in its embrace, of circling lace, as a gift to haste its facing into space and replace the place where empty space once stood

Call her wormwood, as her wobbling turns wandering, and wittily heads for earth, on the path of rebirth, to a compact burst of matter, scattering our planet in solar soaring of the seeding of our being from the black and back to dust.

Swirling, whirling, twirling, of the things undone, and reborn unto the dying sun.

Shaking her ***
Like a baby trapped
In an electric bath
Logic was dispatched
At the door
The tragic path
Explored
Mapped
And gorged
Down the throat
Of a *****
Wholeheartedly
Handy with a knife
Carving lives
With her slice
Starving hearts
With flight
And jamming johns
With a fight
After taking their dice
All night
But
Its alright
They all come back to a him
Giving him money
And treats
And the occasional disease
The pimps at ease
In seasonal work
But when he pees it hurts
As well as the blisters
When he smirks
More than happy to lurk
In the murk of depravity