i live next door to a cannibal
but im seeing if i can just move
in with him.
so i sit naked
in the yard
and try to
look
appetizing.

This world is more yours than it is mine
You're a military man and I'm a skeptic without a dime
But the universe still opens up and explains to me the divine.
I see the bumps on its tongue
It's the water of the pool shivering casting the light of wine.
The air is so drunk and we breathe it so fine.
And on the flesh of each other we dine.
Sharing each other's wisdom and time
What's yours is mine.

it comes with the territory
that i must tell you a scary story
and the details and scenes
are of course very gory
but it must wait
cuz this is very boring.

they live inside the walls.
their bodies folded
and collapsed in dresser drawers.
the demon possessed.
with an affinity for red.
driving in red mercedes.
drinking coca-cola.
they want you.
they watch you
and they wait.

The only thing that can be believed
Is how do you feel.
I've seen it
I've blazed through the trails
Of what's real

for valetines day ill
give myself a piece
of my own flesh
and we'll argue
and kiss
and ****
and lie
and cheat
and then ill get
more flesh
and fall in love
all over again.

i know
whats wrong
with all the ones
that i know.

their drums drive them crazy.
every time their heart beats.
they have too much heart.

it keeps them alive
it keeps them strong
but life
and strength
arent enough.

theyre searching for
no,   hunting

the thing
the creature
the unknown being

which digs in tunnels
under their skin

lures them
from the sound
of the tranquil mind
and leads them
while looking back
and laughing
flickering its
bioluminescent bulb
into the massive
swelling halls
of the massive
swelling heart.

fury, rage
and shrieking, laughing madness
are the sound of the engines.

the citizens come in and out
with the weather and are
afraid and eventually
never return.

but this is where
the ones that i know stay.
because the animal
will never leave.
and will only die,
finally die,
when staring them in the eyes
laughing and choking
around their necks
only satisfied
when their enemy
smiles and shines
golden joy
green glowing excitement
and chokes just
a little bit harder.

their love is cruel
and untameable
and makes crooked grins
with broken teeth,
kisses just to spite.

everything and i
have a
cursed relationship.

i hate it
but sometimes
it tricks me
into loving it.

i hate it
so much.

i cant wait to part from it.

she screams at me
and i want to shoot myself
in the back right corner
of my head
and sometimes i laugh.

the universe is this
big dumb hunk of metal

a busted RV
on the side
of a freeway

in the middle of nowhere

with all this **** speeding by

and no one can see it
because we live in the flat screen
hanging on its
livingroom wall
next to the pictures you stole
in their frames
from the megastore
while looking suspiciously alone.

there are tue things.
asymmetrical and symmetrical.
this makes the whole asymmetrical.

i lost my mind in the fire
going back in to find it
i found it
it was under the bed somehow
medium-rare
and delicious.

for every time ive sat with it
alone inside

listening to the buzzing air,

the third party.

i knew something had died.

when great minds come together
nothing happens.

but watch out for the weirdos
for the night men
for the hawks.

if you dont
its you
who will be watched.

and all your love
your science
songs and
worship
will be lost.

your overcoat
cant cover you.

youve been spotted.

you are watched.

and when you walk
into the darkness
of an alleys stench,

theyre waiting for you there

and theyve already sized your coat.

a shadow moves in me

it lives in my mind.

it is a
formidable
and
eerie
contender.

treading the waters
that circle the sun

waiting
for the beast
that heats
the core
to come
and
**** me.

but i swim in its mouth

play percussion
on its
flaring and shutting gills.

pian rains out of my pores
as i bleed the death of an elephant.

overlapping curtains

I wanna **** myself.
its your birthday.
maybe then
i won't have to see you
watch me **** myself on mine.

i spread pictures
of your past
so you can watch.

there are none of my own.

they're kept in a vault
called excommunicate.

something that never was
will disintegrate there.

goodbye.

theres a thickness of ***
in the air.

making their flowers
open with sweat
drips onto their
roots grow deep
into them.

this place is a colony of sorts.
but we've abandoned ourselves
and abandoned eachother
and our mission is unclear.
soon we will abandon ship
and swim into an ocean of sorts.
a bespeckled sea of fear and love
and loneliness.
our journey is a hub of discovery.
a place where we must settle.
the gravity of being pulls us close.
and when we touch we will become.

true love will find you in the end.
theres nothing left to mend.
youll live your broken life.
and youll find your broken wife.
and youll buy a house to fix.
and adopt a broken mouse to fix.

your genius is so stupid.

when youre glued to your apartment and you know all the treasures are spread through the garden but you cant get up to appreciate the fruit no matter how free and abundant they are i will be starving alone and away from you.
when your thoughts occupy so much space away from you because noone is there to fill them
i wont be there.
but you should understand.
i will be suffering in my own tank
sperate from you
never knowing of our bond.
even if we're choked and eaten by the same beast we'll never know to scream oneanothers names.
we will stay all alone if we continue to act as such.

it rains dead pianos
when i try to sleep.
it drives the cicadas
inside them to drink.
i must be possessed,
or so says my shrink.

he may have died
and that's sad
but is that so bad?

i saw you showing off
and getting along
and making conversation.
you were all doing the same thing.
it was like watching a bunch of animals having ***.
it did nothing for me.

a savior preaching music
on a stage
to an audience of toads
slow boiling
in a vat of liquid opiates.

the capstone
of the pyramid
of myself

the enlightenment
at the end
of my virtue

the love
at the gate

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 Macabre, 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.

"Many men go fishing
all of their lives
without knowing
it is not fish
they are after."

i put on
a one man show
in the base of my skull
and the audience
is dead.

i had to do something
i had to go somewhere
i was running
i saw his face and i don't remember
i saw his face

light becomes ash
is a physical shadow.
it is the breath being held
in the cup of the hand
that is letting go nowhere.
it is the moment we blink
when the bubble is made
from a wave and is popped
and is stared at and stopped.
it is a disharmony that is crafted
to separate the bliss from the bliss
so they can view each other
in delight.

we are our
bodies
when they
mix
to meet our
souls
somewhere
besides
here

passing through
chambers and
floors and
precious bodies

industry will lift like smog.
we will breathe again.

i guess i should;
walk a dog
paint a house
read the word
**** time
come to terms
know myself
listen well
go to the movies
take a walk
save a life
change the world
call the press
build a chair
watch for crooks
learn italian
take a bath
cook a meal
shoot a bird
drive to work
dance with soul
sing with heart
feel with both
live without
die instead
make amends
tell the world
be at one
free.

Strange
that your lines
though they change
while you move
are still etched
in the space
between objects
like an object
in a mold

but I see
only sides
which are
obverse to me

in my mind
i delicately
carve your
Horizon.

stick bug hiding
in the tree of life
shaking and
mimicking wind

i am this way

because it is

my greatest

masterpiece

facsimile

the moment before
it became enlightened
i performed a mercy ****
on a burning ant.

i  thought it was saintly
but then i realized
i was a monster.

when i become a burning ant
ill know the true nature
of my murderer.

a dead old man
living in the city

CLAM
   IGGER

swimming through swaying streets
that are dunk
and lead
to nowhere
and chase their own tail
dragging me along
until i find my bed
in the middle of
one of them.

everything is a distraction.
something i try to attract
but has nothing to do with
who i am.
i am a fiber
conducting numbers
and invisible designs.

black out the moon is
white out the sky.
empty blocks of color
talking back and forth
through rotten teeth
falling out and crawling
back into the darkness
of the mouth of our mind.

strings of sentences slide by
like a pit of snakes and multiply.

over time the old ones die
and the young ones left alive
swim out of it and get
back onto the hillside to dry.

ancient spirits watch it rain hawks
through the whites
of dead men's eyes
who still walk and inhabit the night.

gettin run over
by a black cat
when im crossin the road
and im dead

she plucked me from

her cherry tree.

she ate me.

my red is ripe.

it shines.

her mouth is mine.

f

Young legend old fraud

Infant in our states we're great,
Otherwise...