I leaned over backwards
to eat the paint that dripped from
your lips, hearty sentiments
given to nature by exquisite controversy
life took humanities blood drenched towel
and squeezed us out
and now we lay
here
in something that is so
much more powerful than your
average noisy silence
and I smile gently to you

I bend my head
the bend of a ******
I lift my eyes and gravel the world
with my schztophrenic eyes
I touch your lips
with the fingers of a ******
then walk by you like a geisha
Im am my own schizophrenia

I palpitate in your breathe
I move in smile
I love in torture
and you are so beautiful to me

brake bonds between thy and your cresent lips
that are edged with the words of the sun
and the laughter it brings to the children
of our days
the youth of our minds
the subtle grandfathers and grandmothers in our
pre pubescent hearts


do you lag when you walk
up to the temple of my gestures
the columns are thick and victorian
a high ceiling
and a low waisted mistress
living in the water under your footsteps
drenched in white
consumed in a black hue
she is the abscence of light
do you understand
yes and proceed foward


I allow you with so much of me
to come into me
and I condem you with little
chase you with haste
and depart on my fruitfull alliances
with that and poverty of dependence
I mutually give my self to the wrectched
creatures of the dark
I print my name with my nails
into my own sarcaphogus
built by the highest of your kind



your bodies eat away at my mental felsh




might I explain
be so selfish to put words into a matter
that was done in complete selflessness
yet I am to be crowned the empress exigency


I stare in the mirror so pretty
so graceful
yes
I am the empress of
exigency

I see no degradtion
in my broken passion of words
these words I speak from my deepest creases
my secrets hidden in the birds

I let you read me in my peices of peices
and I am called absurd
I let you let me shift you with my magic
now your vision of me is more blurred

Ill let you hunt me down
so lopsided and up and done battered
I open the door hallucinating and tattered
its not not like you never mattered

I just have remote in my hands
I have intrusive in my wastelands
now my lungs expand


slow
ly
I lift my eyes and bend my head
without voice I preech muse of the dead
Im yearning for more than lifes bread
and we yell enough
enough
was said
but I get on my knees and I beg
life I say might there be something better that you can
grant
to express myself in ways purer than this
because I feel that I cant

I will carry my mind somewhere further than any foreign land
somehwere to a brutal coma
where little aliens of dripping uphoria exsist
hidden deep in every uncharted abyss
they will come up from the mudd
I will unravel them with the unraveling of this flower bud
I will lift my head up then nudge
in acceptence of all these empty cabinets
they have been emptied out by my wet mouth
to ease the pain and **** the drought
that burries itself like a baby
under the sheets of blood in my eyes

bare as I speak the lines of the pandemonioum
in the hands of all the generations before us
wet room
I see the departure of glory
like a laughing damsel on her knees
you purge
everything inside of you
and your screams flow through the breeze
I am more than a rose
and more than a stone
and are we all, am I?

yes yes we all contemplate this
and then we belittle the abstract facts
is it the war
is it the hate
no no because regardless lifes fate
will always remain dangerous

I use to be obsessive and content at a certain point
now Im carless
now the shrill doesnt dig into my marrow
just my skin
Im not drained of every ounce of blood
just exhausted in thought
my burning passion is in my esophagus
and I will hold my tongue
until your dead
fatigued from my mind and up and gone
I'll sway you on a rope in front of me
to torture myself every now and then
because Im twisted
in violent serene ways
Ill give you a high with my sensitivity
Ill curl up like a infant next to your knees
and ask you to sing me your favorite lullaby as
a child
that is what I will rest to
and hold out on all your most accepted
memories
because I will make them mine
and steal them like grains of sand
from the playground
cover your eyes
when I walk by you
dont speak and block out the noise
because I only plunge
and the refusal its what makes me light the
candle
let the wax burn my thighs
and Ill meditate to the songs of your soul
while staining my insides with coal

trails of mute expectations trail closer to the new meaning
condemned

I delight in the falling of foreign objects
broken objects

night I say is brighter than day
when I look into the pale darkness
of your nerves
the lines in your eyes

it turned out acute
hidden within more hidden
explicit
parts of you

Im standing at a distance
this balcony feels like it could break
and I just might fall

last night I drove with dead people
Im surrounded by them through out so much of my day
their words flow through air
no, but they dont flow
through life
meaningless
they are so meaningless

but everyone is suppose to have a reason

the dead are everywhere
even when Im alone
parts of me fall
like dead skin
they are rotting on my collar bone
I rub them off


the dead sing to the world
and the world
it listens
and they dance
to the music

the meaningless music of the dead
the bleach blonde
and the brunette

are we written on the lips of that
manipulated venom seeping into your mind
those who see
see the crime


and then love
where does that go
ask the dead
maybe they will know