If I morphed into a gruesome thing tonight,
I would move you lovely in my sight,
and change the way you see, forever.

If my heart was black and head too spotted,
I would burn this ******* town down
and love its blazing beauty in the sky.

If I was the last man on earth,
my mind would leap from out of my skull
and the world would be my dreamland, and earth, never again.

If I was a billion light years, I would be,
but not you nor they believed in me,
so now I must make myself real.

Lying lazily in the venus chamber rose-tinted and arabian damp,
the rifle rests nearby, and twilight the color of corpses glows in the blinds.

Beyond, chimeras velvet mechanical gnaw and bud,
spilling out babes crazed and crucifixion stained.

And I know I was spilled with them,
with my back scarred with phantoms of missing wings.

But just like my seeds are boiling in her tatooed altar,
my plot is defining itself.

With my lungs rendered sore by the milky smoke exhaled
and lingering like ghosts of melancholy, the chamber fades to black.

Then my skull begins turning with the planet's core,
and into the alien forest I go, hunting for another kiss.

Gazing toward Utopia
she danced the night before the mildewed morning
with glassy eyes dazed
half-sleeping with folded arms
she gazed out toward tomorrow

Alienation, seed of anarchy
sprouts within the slave's skull,
enraging the soul with its enslavement.

Desire, wicked sister of Insanity,
lunatic and lovely plucks us like petals
with a lover's claws.

And we all wander post-war awkward
dragging battered angels behind our backs,
bidding farewell, thirsting, to rivers and oceans we go.

And we all lay, deicidal,
as flesh eliminates the omnipotence of God,
raw and weary as a dragon sleeping in a field.

And we all fall...
iridescent, our blood blossoms in the streets,
as a deluge recedes with the promise of flowers.

the sun,
      it beats down on the grass,
discontented and desolate,
      godless,
I pass with a nod

the cells,
      they spill out on the floor
with fury and desire,
      fullness,
it spills out on the floor

color,
       it reacts to the soul
radiant and lobotomizing,
       mind,
it beats down on the floor

and the sunset lasts forever.

She was blue at the bedside ragged and warm
as sirens signaled savage red and yellow far away;
'I love you,' she whispered.

Tuesday's solemn droning sent a cool breeze over the hills,
and coughing sludge at breakfast,
and no one was home...

except for her,
with eyes like war-torn rivers flooding rooms dressed in shadows,
and her mind lit like a film rolling silent in the darkened house.

She was pale curled up in a chair
and started to doze psychosis war-torn sweet
as Death a sharpened mystique graced her thigh and cheek.

And beauty's embalmment played in her head,
and like schizophrenic spilling milk,
she woke.

The sky was beyond and untouchable,
as Tuesday's solemn droning sent cold upon the streets
and the lips of children were made chapped.

Forgotten by your drunken seat
as stupid as a nation falls
and all that's left for us is the sky
and the night's stillness is all that's between us -
                                                   a drunken stupor
                                                   in our lonely shoes

And there were star-eyed demons smashed with our bottles, tonight
and there were bright-eyed memories of our bodies, tonight.