world is a fallen butchery of meats,
spreads meat over and over
gives no names,
the meats smoke lives,
rot or dies,
other meats appear,
other meats rot and dies,
the meats spread out like a butchery,
the meats move and dies,
the meats rot,
or dies from accidents,
other meats appear,
other meats dies,
the world is a butchery of meats,
as do not know where to lean,
invents policies, policies,
is space arrangement of meats,
a place, a flesh meat dies,
there would be no policies,
many meats a place of dead,


but the world of dead  meats
butcher the planet butcher dies.

heave for air / woes fall out in forms of choke / words are boa constrictors wrapped around your throat / along the wind is a quiet whisper / but nothing can quench the fire inside your heart /

you are the flames / fire / rage / you are gone /

asphyxiation / fixation / obsession / all lines are blurred /

unpredictability/ instability / the results of all your insecurities under constant scrutiny /

they yearn for water / flames don't matter /

a worthless tool / a fool / just like flames you burn / its uncool /

sun dissipates into into the ocean / blanket of blazing ***** cover the dark skies / you are calm / maybe even warm /

the silence washes over like the sea / you wait for the red dawn /

the embodiment of fire / yet a brewing storm inside /

what have i become. .
what have you made of me, mother?
what have you sculpted, brother?

carved to perfection,
into an ivory soulless wreck,
a hopeless mess, high off morbidity and agony,

carved to perfection,
to attend to your lavish needs,
of a stripped youth,
hidden under a blood stained carpet floor,

and you do it so lovingly,
as i reach for air,
when you've buried me
six feet under.

language —
transparent,
like dew, iris, cells,
when things were yet to be named, at the beginning
in the cradle of nothingness,
where darkness came first, before light,
before fire and earth,
Oceans, the favourite child, and the sky,
with her celestial, feathery friends, lazing on that hazy chasm;
from the horizon,
emerged forms and words
and poetry

nothing matters doesn't matter

just drag your brush across the canvas
                                    (violently)
don't put any feeling into it. you are
an animal

incapable of reason

rip thru crepe skin
   fix your eyes on the gashes

and watch blood drain out

a frosting-filled slice
eaten one day is a treat -
fluffy, sweet, luxurious.

eaten every day -
nails encrusted with frosting,
cloying, drained, decayed.