Thank you, for this life

My arms are weary for reaching to a heaven

That is as close to the earth as the graves and dead pigeons

Close to the coyotes that roam a white trash kingdom

Mothers smoking Camel cigarettes, with the fathers drunk in insecure manhood

Close to the TV static hissing like a snake, hoping that it will bite me to a quick death

Thank you for this fruitful land, of abandoned cars and stickers on bumpers of an idol called Christ

When he returns lets hope he sees this heaven, is better than the one he’s got

Thank you for the calls of the crows, as they sit in pines above homes filled with bruises and emotional crescendos

This land that has this heaven, where the teenage suicide is okay

For they were different, loving the same ***

Every home as stable as the glistening ice on the sun’s smile, crooked with teeth so black

With the hate of one’s own abyss, blaming to the black and brown

What a heaven on earth, with the magnolia’s as supple as the honey of puffy sorrow tears

Thank you for this place, this heaven on earth

You’re existence is a mere caricature to the ones who call you sick

The ones that call you diseased, that call you poisoned

The one that ruining this wholesome way of American life

With food made of slaughtered clones, and a society more obsessed with a new phone then a peoples safety

Yes, you are the one for all this discourse

You’re conversion is the only salvation

To fix this “wholesome” American national

So I make my crown,

From dead leaves and the fogs sorrow

And cast my kingdom

To be among the fallen pines,

And the abandoned animal dens



I do not have wealth

My subjects vast and scattered

My eyes dark as the tree trunks

My teeth as brown as the sap



My hands hold my sword

Made from weeping limbs

That I guide towards a sun

That never seems to set on me



And in this place,

Can I feel this peace

Some illusion of content

A fractured dream of stability

I’ve made
My legs walk
Across this cave
Full of broken wine glass

The stalagmites dripping vermouth
My eyes stinging with poison
Refracted from the shining, glistening slugs
Who sing me morbid harmonic hymns

Words of my demise
My death
Echo in a crescendo
And I can only walk

My nails are rotted

Soon it will be just skin

And I will have to dig my way out

All the way to the bone

The astronaut I wave to you
Pick me up, take me into that void
I sit with my paper and pen
Drawing a map of the stars, deciding where I want to begin
That cosmic heaven, is such a wonder so huge
I wish to explore every thread, disappear into that blackness
So astronaut I wait on my roof, please hurry soon
My nose is cold, my jacket is wearing thin
My heart is beating slowly, and my eyes grow heavy
I do not wish to return, to this world of excess
This material thing
Take me away astronaut, I have my things ready
My bag is light, and my hopes are heavy
But I know that it will be worth
To escape into that void with you
To search every inch, of that great astral plain
To die in wonder, in the deepest black hole
Astronaut I wave to you, my SOS is secured
I am ready for depature, take me to my new home

This world is watching close
Close to your very skin
So much into your eyes
A light very thin

With this doctrine
Do all these heads bow
You only peak up
Knowing you’re not allowed

This world is watching afar
In cities of grey
Waiting for your head
To sleep where you lay

And once the witch is free
And the crows are somber
You and your kind
Won’t exist much longer