the arm
of this scar
always at my elbow
dulcet flicks
of the wrist
cheekcornerlip kisses
the let that grabs

hair unkempt but it's aright
kicks dusty as **** it's cool tho
lame faded brain blues wade through
sleeper in my eye not noticed till, like, 2
or something like that
espresso? yes pls
barista and me awkward exchange
but it was nice still
you know, like how the skips
make you feel human again?
sun on my face such a simple thing
hello day where ya been

im not really real
im jus lines in yer device
im not really there
im just pixels in yer eyes

stay in it
stay in it
stay in it
strange innit?
this game this skit
frames hang us
yer pics sentenced
stranger days flit
vulnerable green leaves blush
nice teacups chipped
texts n snaps sliiick dulcet
stains in the sheets lonely loner
strange innit?
stay in it
stay in it

villain with hero stretches
of the imagination wasted
eater of the last light yum

anyway, i can't think about that
anymore. the abyss gonna abyss.

i push pixels
bent on ellipses
****** up on extended metaphors
they turn me out
my sweater dismantled
these holes got socks in 'em
enamel from the storm god's tooth worn
and he knows i know

awkward eschatological talks ensue
like: "i always knew you were faking it."
stuff like that.

threshold deniers, behold, the new day: nigh af

This song has always reminded me of you,
Even in the short months when you were plastered to my sky
Blinding me with your ephemeral light.
I guess it was the pessimist in me,
Predicting tragedies and crushing fantasies
Small enough to snort up my slimy nostrils.
Oh, how brightly you would shine then-
How fiercely you would burn.
I had been cold for so long, born inside a prison of ice
Where the only thing that would circulate was
Distance and Loneliness.
You warmed me, allowing my body
To feel a pulse of happiness
That it had never known.

You let me experience a sunny day
Only to fall out of my deep blue and roll into the ambushing darkness.

How quick the sun can drop away...

You left me stained with years of memories
That can't be erased, they stay lingering.
And this bitter taste engraved on my tongue
Will be what I expect from any form of love.
I know, one day you'll be happy without me
But I'll always look to the sky with the deepest of longings
Only to find that it's dark and empty.
Heavy rain washes over me,
In waves of grey and black.
This is all I see,
All that I am
All I'll be
Without you, nothing.
Empty, lonely, pathetic nothing.
Walking through fields of clouds and moondust,
Kicking up corpses of hopeful wishes and love.

-SLuR

troll tooth
oger toe 
flow stupid 
fistful of shiny carbon lattice wilt
and a composted halo too
beautifully torn derivatives slid
from this orifice
oven timer set fer 

office space wasted

noob cubed 
these are exponential times we're livin in, sim

yer prolly obsolete, so tap the banner below
for more there's more
trends friend then interrogate 
unfriend those has-been's for the win dim 
naked lightbulbs swing from
threadbare strings faster than light plus **** too 

there's ***** adorno

how right you were 
this **** is almost criminal 
art narcs on

the hole a' truth
so help me dog

im
the hominid 
that stood up 

this fiction.

slipstream hoolahoop no-show

She said to me from above,
seeing me crane my neck
at the sound of the water
hitting the roof of the tent.

I heard the stirring wind
and realized she was right,
offering a smile of delight
as she bent down to me.

Meeting my lips with hers,
grabbing hold of me with
her teeth and pulling as
she began to bounce again.

I closed my eyes
to the overcast skies
and sighed with pleasure
at the sound of my name on her lips.

cavalier blue delugecloud loud
end of history: juxtaposed, prolly
poet tooth uncouth harbinger slurp word is
tut in a tux is untucked in the back slackers unite brackish worm gonna get that last laugh
proud nevermore immaculate grip slip yum
crown lookin a lil drab cue the last can of  laughtrack
drunk offa this dram a petals fell
sipped from a chipped pinkbone china teacup
from gramma's cabinet
puke green Davenport wrapped in plastic
kept nice for company
the last novel is coming without comma
i can feel it now, cantchu?
oh, and
im not mad
im jus madhatterer than you

We don't waste time
sleeping the night away,
and home has never felt
so **** distant.

Although that may just be
from all the trips we made
up and down the elevator
of that storage place.