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mike Aug 2016
a flower lives inside me
reaches past its peak
and im impaled.

they pay good money
to sing to me in the garden.
the statues try to walk towards me
to kiss me but they harden.
a hollowed out chest
with a nest for a heart.
the bones of baby birds
caged in the bones of old birds.
mike Aug 2016
a dead dog hangs itself
the only way it knows how-
with honor.

a head-hunter dreams
the only way it can-
in vivid colorful horror.

an assembly line designed
to pour quicksand
down the mouths of robots.

we keep the truth hidden.
the ground we walk lost.
a table top cloth.
a mind shattering meal
of silence not deafness.
mike Aug 2016
junkies live in the garden below
a saint dies in the apartment above
theyed wish eachother love
if their paths had ever crossed
they find themselves dying lost
mike Aug 2016
a skeleton with no bones
dances everywhere
silent letters for teeth
with no talking
its breath in a bag
blowing past the front door
of an abandoned building
with no floor.
a rat trap snapping on a rats back
is percussion.
a dead rat is friend to talk to.
Hunger is invited to an empty table.
the cracks in the paint
scratch and claw up the wall.
the walls excuse
themselves from the room.

the applause of a silent audience
is the stage
filling in the performers tomb.

ahummingbirdlodged
initsthroatchokingit -
laughingandsinginganddying

clappingandhappyandfull
are the people so
dreadfulaheadfullofhorrorandhell
mike Aug 2016
MAD AS A HATTAH!!!!
GOT THE MERCURY IN ME FINGERTIPS I DID!!!
WIGGLED ITS WAY
INTO MY BLOOD
AND WORKED ITS WAY
UP INTO MY BRAIN!!
TOOK A TRIP AND GOT LOST
IN THE COUNTRY IT DID
AND LIVES IN A BROKEN DOWN
TRUCK ON WOODEN BLOCKS!!
mike Aug 2016
you can crawl
into your own mouth
but once inside
you can not
climb back out.
dig a system of tunnels
from ***** to *****.
set up camp
in a hollowed out heart.
make a small fire
rubbing two bones together.
a smoke plume rises
and mushrooms in your skull.

ascend through fire.
you bang on the drum.
mike Aug 2016
.im hungry
.youre the fruit
.on the tree
.in my front yard
.and im fasting.
.waiting for you to ripen.
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