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mike Sep 2015
i grew thorns.

-no flower for a head.

i lived in dirt.

-i grew;

i grew thorns.
mike Sep 2015
her dress
makes me naked.

i cant wear it for long.
mike Sep 2015
drinking
drowning

dead.

a chair is unnerved
by the weight of your head.

its legs tremble

a leg breaks.

the ground is flattered
by your closeness
but unaware
of how it goes
unnoticed.

...who wrote this??
mike Sep 2015
the fish catches itself
with its bioluminescence.

its prey has nowhere left to go.

and the man starves
into the sunrise
to feed.
mike Sep 2015
fish swim.
their body floats.
their soul rises.

but fish swim.

and a human catches one,
but catches nothing.

what we want
swims
floats
rises
dies
within.
mike Sep 2015
elegant are angels,
but devils too.

shoulders are not patrons,
and not ears.

and the mind is but a gateway;

to the soul
the crucible
lives its course
and shaves the body
of its life
and of its skin.

dust is made
from the petals.

a mess is made
of the floor.

a trail is made;
it is heaven.
it is war.
mike Sep 2015
Slave songs
the ancient drum
beats out the body.
got here before now.
chanting on forest drugs
or cellar drugs
tells the story
when it makes no sense.
there is nothing
to figure out.
space ships have always
littered our sky
and trashed our minds.
we make the wheel
and travel ourselves to hell.
families on a wagon,
sometimes youre afraid
that theyll live.
too sad to cry
too strong to die
too much to live for to live.
more dust than the road to hell
you scare everything away.
the wind blows itself away
the devil hides inside
of his own *******
and prays to be eaten finally
and forever.
tries to pay for your pain
in red skin.
tags and tokens
mean nothing to the man
who lives inside.
more strength than the body.
that glowing floating heat
is a stone
at the bottom of the lake.
pain is an object
not to be bought.
souls are never to be sold.
you are more infinate than old.
love is everywhere
but it lays you down
like a thousand hammers.
beating you into the ground.
beating the sound
from the drum.
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