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mike Nov 2016
swimming in a bottomless pit
of penniless men
drowning in aluminum cans.

a smoke-stack
cooling glass
back into sand.

diveinneverland.

your kids are all dead
and you keep all their heads
in a suitcase
as a memento.

you're just passing through
a city passing away
so you stay
and watch as they let go.

you never had what you lost
and you didn't even know;
to be a slave is an occupation,
guard your business
mind your station.
mike Nov 2016
a hellish hunger frozen over
icecicles for teeth im sober
like chewing rocks as i get older
one day it will be over.

life is a 2D four-leaf-clover
theres nothing when you turn it over
one day it will be over.

the devil died and came back
to build houses on my shoulder
rocking chair on front porch
creaking cracks til black
is what the snow turned.
there was death
in every breath
i ever told her.
mike Oct 2016
there's no way
that you can be crazy.

it is up to you
what is this Crazy.
but you can not define
what is this crazy.because
you will always be crazy to some.

-this is how you are always crazy.
mike Oct 2016
i sleep inside the lions mouth
and pray that it will eat me.
it never does.
there is no god.

i do every irritating
and filthy thing i can
in its mouth
so it will finally become annoyed
and be rid of me-

-  trying to swim down its throat
   ******* under its tongue
   chewing and scratching
   its cheeks and its gums.

but i must have faith
only in myself..


i have been eating my own flesh
for three days now.
ive amputated my left leg
below the knee
and am enjoying myself
very, very much.

i will work my way
up my body
until i am finished.

it brings
such a spread of delight to my face
so immaculate
to know that
my own smile

is my dessert.

what a fascinating man i was.
mike Oct 2016
my broken soul
wanders to your house.
uninvited and unwelcome.
my body has become a ghost
haunting only your memory.
mike Oct 2016
A broken mind can't fix a broken mind...
I dare you to try to find..
a good way out..


Paint the walls in dead..
paint the walls in flesh.
Die to give new breath..

the painted wall it covers me...
I'm left to be shed...
mike Oct 2016
ill be there
when the sun stops workin..
ill feel every inch of it
ill be soakin up the hurtin..
but ill sit there until I die..
one of our gleams will die
in the light of the others eye..
who's here and why..
does anyone know anyone?
Wow I wrote this??
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