from the ether i sweat
which burns
and evaporates
on my glowing heat.

rises and collects.


                           im passing clouds.


raining down
to the disjointed
skeleton of my tree
from which
the heads of humanity hang
hungry eyed
open mouthed
filled with the sound
of the mcabre

..singing

to feed the
fruit of my flesh
which they eat.

im the
dried up seed
next to me
on the ground
waiting
to grow
poppies
from
my soul.

decomposing roses
rose between my toes
and closing in on me
imposing on me
til i have chosen
the choice to flee

and the flowers
burst into bodies that flower

the space between spaces,

a lepton is an endless field
light-years from the center of itself
where true sound rolls boulders and beads
into the hands which build themselves;

replicating creation
to boil down
back to nothing.

all the great music
which makes you want to live
long enough to listen to the song
before you **** yourself
will die.

   but i wont let it even if it kills me

lifes absentia passed me by.

to make the water dance
because we ask it to dance.

we are gods.

absently witness
the afterlife of suns.

absently witness each other.

my head lays in my hands.

it must be exausted.

my neck
must be
somewhere
off in the distance.

show me pictures of my mortality
and ask me:
   who was he?

even when all of the past
is what haunts you
the wisdom that is gained from it
is what gets you through it.

now humans
can take
their skin
and skeleton
and turn them
into a tent
and live in it
in the city.

there are
huge blocks
that dont fit

but they hum
and they vibrate
and make you think
theyre something else.

there is nothing
that reminds me of everything
more than nothing

life is a play,
   and when the curtain falls

well,
      youre dead.

it is an oil horse
churning.

attracting smoking teens
and protesters

and the onset of
an armageddon

anything

to burn it down.

i am ten feet
from my elementary school.

i am 28 years old.

I can feel em like moths..
Floating down onto my face..
To kiss me.
And fly away.
And leave their dust behind to die.
And we both had names and we both had faces and we both had mouths and for a moment in our lives we had each other.
Memory is fruit but life is the shedding of leaves.

i think the moon
is full of ****.

the floor is

broken pieces

on the floor

as you transcend spiritually you must know that you are not learning but you are growing.
Learning implies that you know something, and to know leaves no more room for growth:
to know is a form of apex.

-a seed, knows that it is a seed, and that there is dirt. It knows this because it has not grown.
-a plant, growing from the seed, knows it was a seed. It knows the dirt, it knows the sun, it knows the rain. It knows this because it has not grown into death.
-all you can know is that you are growing, and even that is something that you will one day unknown.

now whats my prize?

its never an edge.
its always an edge.

"im like a being
  thats barely here.
only because
im barely here,
but barely somewhere
else   too."

what I am is what I share is what you are.

cram em in
get em fat
so they cant leave.

cook em up
and serve em
to the next rush.

what god spoke
first passed through its mind
but from its heart.
this is where we were born.

i wonder who
all of you people are
passing in and out of my life.

my hands now
are the chipped
and broken wings
of the giant moth
i held
when i
was a child.

the passion feeds regret
then quiet.
the heart is left as a landscape
of dumb colors and clarity.
a reflection is a laughing image
because nobody is there;
there is nothing anywhere.
life never made a sound.
it was a mute portrait
with whom you talk.

the last gift i recieved was a vacuum
two christmas' ago.
and i got that person nothing.
if i ever own a home
it will be clean
but it will be empty.
and i will be dead on christmas.

i wanna shoot myself
every day i work
for nine dollars an hour.

it makes me wanna
shoot myself
every day
for free.

dead drunk
on the side of the road
having the time of his life
with a ***** bag

came all over
your broken heart.

killed you.

and ate you.

every day
a small slice of skin
from you
to cloth
the family
of passed out skeletons
smoking and shooting drugs
in your home,
while you stay up all night
drying out
in your closet.

suffering is your enemy.
do not mourn your suffering.
love it while it is still here.

i wake up from my dreams
and my fingers
are wet with you.

people's lives are passing
who i dont know
and it breaks my heart.

people who used to be my life
who i no longer know
and it breaks my heart.

ive laughed through my life
and cant remember any of it.

it breaks my heart.

watching videos
of your dead child playing
from six years ago.

they can chain you down

and skin you

and rip you from the world,

but they can not steal it from you.

they try to take
what it is
inside,

but you cant LET them..
you must KEEP it.

every dimension
must be a
               conceptual
dimension.

i want the world to show its ugly face
as i look it in the eye and fall in love.

how you treat a person
is who they can become.

take you very away from me
when there are women
dancing in the curtians
and there are eyes..
everywhere looking into you.
to pull you from
who you are.

im so lonely
im the only
lonely guy i
know who knows me.

feed the rich
eat the poor

a doe does not walk the forest
covered in flames.
its faun does not eat it
from within.
but they drink if they are thirsty.
and the water does not walk
from the shade to the sun.
and the sun
does not burn brighter
than it must.
it only burns until it dies.

trapped me in a van in my head
i couldnt escape
im still there
screaming
dead.

the dead must dream of me.

i see their lives
come back to me
and it kills me
when i wake.

..the pieces of my broken soul are left free to take.

i slept
and the dark
it crept
all around me

i awoke
a being
of light

the unkindness of ravens
was the ****** of crows.

the only time im ever dressed up
is when im doing laundry.
so, i look really good
while i clean my clothes.

i hope im doing the right thing
by trying to suppress
all the terrible things ive done.