Bring me closer,
Closer than I've ever been.
Here is the mountain,
Here is the valley.
There is the sun and she is fertility.
There is the moon and he is wrath.

Let me remember the
songs of the old ones,
of jollity and sanity,
of truth and of vanity,
voiceless.

He split love,
And we kiss in the light,
And we think in the dark.

But then infinity arrives,
uninvited, drunk again,
slurring and mixing,
bringing back a shattered mess.

At the plateau we meet
and there not even math
can hurt us.

I cough up blood like words of
love to the limpless scandal
counting question marks on her
fugly face.
I throw up food like a volcano
that screamed justice and the
magma missed jezzabelle, the saint.
Cosmopolitan Freakshow,
A deluge sans answers,
An empty box.

Warts appear like the truth
which remains.... well.....you
know all about that don't you.
Go on, we all wait for God
but he'll never come, ask
the King, but then again,
who does he answer to?
I answer to this fever,
this muse of Dante,
I answer to my sins,
Like the State of Nature
to her dues.
And then I eat the
medicine, which is philosophy,
A poison which cures a day,
but ends a lifetime.

Go read your lolicon you ****** infant! Impress the primates with your big boy lingo and bottle an emotion, excrete a dialogue, call it ******* art. The coffee here smells like tobacco, and tastes like it too. I thought I liked love but I just want something real. But what is the theme? South African radicalism? Come my droogs let us speculate of the falling walls and crumbling symphonies, the dystopia I hide my cutter in. I saw them take away experience, take away love and replaced it with java script, I watched it happen. Soon we’ll all be binary and who am I to stop change.

Its what I feel at midnight, no more mind left and no more time. Tomorrow perhaps, only to find there was an imbecile 500 years ago that did it all already. Well, we're all fools, and walking shadows. We're slaves, because we only sleep 7 hours a night and we can't recall a **** conversation when the entirety of humanity depends on it, and we can't spell because we have mental defects. No more patterns, no more sighing, no more acting! The world really is a ****** stage. Can love save us, can work ethic, can anyone save anyone from their manically depressed reality? There's no flame left in the sun, the only thing that is unbearable is that nothing is unbearable. Everything fits into place, no brain is worth bleeding for. They destroy poetry because they don't like it, because no one can understand it, but I can understand it and I want integrity not a herd of sheep. Our death is determined by a quarter inch piece of plastic.

He set logic in the field
and emotion he stuck in our bellies,
where we were to throw up our poetry and
endlessly toil for truth.
Gilded with a helm of instinct
we had nothing but the howling
wind to guide us...

...Now in the days of
Nathk-ame-l there were
unicorns and ******* oats
everywhere.

Slender shoulders and a back that breaks,
Whimper young blood, whimper.
The shotgun warrior shut you up,
oh, but god knows you're a phoenix, aren't you!
Rise Hamlet!
Rise winter and summer, spring and fall!
Rise Romeo! Rise you poet! Remember!

The whole world is a parade, a dream.
I walk 8:00 am, Math God speaks false hymns,
God denies god, white rat teeth in memory foam
world, band-aids. Ascend the steps to the steeple --
I learn nothing, I know nothing. The Girl
with so much to say, the broken machine,
you are more human than anyone I know.
Biology is what we are. Inside there's a harmony,
a song, a 90's feminist punk rock
song stuck inside you, you sit there like
a shriveled vagabond, beaten ****** by the
fear of God, in utter awe.
You cannot speak,
You say everything,
you have a scar, I don't care if it's good or bad, it's the truth, and maybe that's all that matters?
I speak, you write, you say nothing, your scar i physical, it's on your throat, you can't speak, God took it from you, but now he is the only one who can hear you... funny, isn't it?

I've kept it inside too long,
too long have I silenced it.
I will explode, like a carbon bomb,
explosive tissue and bleating stars,
radioactive skin cells, crawling with energy,
the speed of light rolling through my veins,
like thunder in an Amazonian
night, cruxed with the finagling sunlight,
calling some nirvana-esque hipster
to forsake her existence,
picking flowers in the garden of
forever, checking the checkerboard
kitchen, black blood in the conducive mind,
******* out the poison of
coincidence, laying out a spider
without laughter, in the vague
definition of inevitable non-existance,
teach me! TEACH ME!
OH GOD TEACH ME, I AM
OPEN! I WANT TO KNOW!
But oh how I know! oh how the stones will cry!
O! how they will ululate in the night,
screech the keys upon their wooden airy instruments,  
scream with all the effort of a Stradivarius,
O! the noises they will make---
if we do not.