started the summer on the docks
eye walked into the ocean
the sand melting under my swum weight
cold waves crashing against my chest
ebb and flow of grief; a rush and then a dip
thrusting me back only to pull me deeper in
my body disappears into the shadow
pulled into the black
toes brush off the ledge
standing freezing before the drop.
there is blood above your threshold
there is salt upon the floor
there is a sound still hanging in the atmosphere
your voice emptied itself into the walls and they mourn for you.
a transcendental experience.
another blocked satellite
beaming black mountain transitions
molars full of moss
burning up the dogwood.
the scales aren't nearly as round around
the edge as you are ; you made me kiss you in the
flies by fire
tree splinters into fractal spirals.
am eye the one you want
or do you just need to feel wanted?
haha, *******, eye am not your Evangelion
burning on my faces marks the sun
it's my minds that's been idle
yet the existence of my voice
implies merely my slight existence
in this pit
the water is blood the blood is clotting
choking, pushing, on my chest.
flickering was the night
you were fast asleep
and in my eyes you
might have died.
your breathing slowed
and your worried eyes
you looked so calm
around us the night's alive.
when we drift into
some slipping place
I look at you with
your saving grace
we depart to sleep
nestled arm in arm
waking in a world of vision
and a field of green.
I focus on the notions of 'cherry'.
creeping madness slicks black and manic
spider high up on the wall
eyeballing me nervously, "who are you?
why are you stalling? whats come crawling back?
you know how this ends don't you?"
swift answers and an amniotic happiness installation.
speaking of stone, wired the lilies grow and the intrepid sank there was quite a stillness in the air.
sunken sand around my feet water cold and green.
out to meet the entity
her languorous form so ravenously tempting
so utterly repulsive and unspeakable.
looking for lights offshore
heretics of the unimaginable disciples of the moon
chemical ooze gels burns in the stomach
lit on up and walked out over the water.
after his peak, went heat seeking to the east and he ceased his babble easily, stuffing his mouth with pennies and bits of charcoal. we called him land-lubber and left him for said.
there is no part to this.
there is no heart in this.
blistering and out of control the fever spins.
wandering tills the level.
filtering cold and pushes me out into the yarns.
a crawling idiot madness
smile and drop the facade
tune into your suffering and lie to yourself
he's lying (watch his lips move)
take whats mine
take the pulse under my skin
**** it all away
i just need one more day
half pack of cigarettes no wrapper
next to the body of a man fallen from his masturbators
walls plastered with the back of his head and a
dead body saturating in excrement
gun on the floor one casing spent
wasn't long ago he sat there smoking
one burning red fountain is sick 96¢.
the hole they put him in cost
open your mouth and ignore the
scorched mounds dissipating into the wind
your whisper your breath your flesh
go they all go
c'est la vie.
R18+ I guess.