she lived inside my body
in a house painted on a wall.
i stole her wisdom
from a small wooden box there
and now sometimes
i dont know if im
in my life or
her hallucinations.

i speak with
her tongue
in my mind
to this day
and im
always
confused
but she sings
so pretty
i never
stop
thinking.

the huge fragments castling high above the break were tremendous in stature and statues strength could not unmake,
                             but i guess you had to be there.
and the swirl of lights were scattered spheres with scattered brains all stained with smears of squares,
                             but i guess you had to be there.
and one, some glare led there to veer to here to where a stare could steer the cheer from ware-nightmares, their fear was near,
                             but i guess you had to be there.
and over Time the Time stood still to watch itself go by to **** the Time (the thrill it gave from giving itself chills was rare)
                             but i guess you had to die there.
and when i saw it all took place between your collar bone and face (the space of wreck
                                                                                                                             the  taste   of   neck)
                             then i guess there had to be you to be there....
            but i guess you had to be there.

did i die
or just see
a ghost?

youre in the sky
pouring everything
out of your mouth.

i was dry
but now im drowned.

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.

a film of frost formed over everything for almost forever
but fell off fast when every form
finally felt fever.

science is the shell
encapsulating the
oddly shaped object
of truth.

walk in
**** the chef
cook him up
and eat him.

Saw a gay Jewish black dude today with a yamaka on his head and a gay Jewish white dude at his side and they were looking at Crocs. Did they buy them? #details!!

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

words
tend to become lost
in poetry.

poetry tends to become
lost in
thought.

thought tends to become
words.

there is nothing
that reminds me of everything
more than nothing

the water in me
has spilled.

its nothing to drink.

i thought i was eating food but it was eating me..
making my body too fat and healthy to leave any room for a soul.
i thought i was being creative but i was just stealing nonsense from the clouds,
cerebral earth floats free for everyone to claim as their own.
to think that gaining knowledge is to learn, well i dont know,
but  i think that that must be contracting a disease,
attacking the useless space i consume beyond the cells and bones of me.
and i thought i would sit under a tree...or something as pure:
that i thought i would **** myself, cuz nothing was there.
to use my mind to put an end to my mind. .
like cave paintings of a tiny man with a gun on the inside walls of my skull. .
and you think you have a purpose,
but not until its done, and probably not until youre ded.
the happiness from visions of buddha
the happiness from visions of christ

there is no audience.
there is no performer.
there is only the empty room
that the dead dog lives inside of.

liaf is e qislaxic sdypar
wiht lattars es lasg.

daeht is in ist aggs.

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...

counting is a great way to waste time

reading is a great way to escape

writing is a great way to live

living gives you something
to write about.

shot in the head
by a camera
brains
everywhere.

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

every bodies broken
yea nobody works
Like giving up a paycheck
stedda giving up your shirt.
Happiness is broken hands just chokin out the hurt.
Well more like life is such a tease who cheats til death is just a flirt.
Well I know I'm a nice guy
who's really such a ****.
I saw that light casts its own shadow so it has a place to lurk.
worms are treats for creatures but they're life inside the dirt
the same dirt our lovers bodies become when they meet their worst.
Your body is a vessel carried round inside a hearse.
The road in the cemetery can't be rode in reverse.
Like life makin little eggs or was it chickens who were first
we cluck and **** and find no answers but have knowledge of a thirst.
we do doing poorly so well that it must've been rehersed.
I'd rather see a play where we're all getting reimbursed.
the endings always happy cuz we're happy being cursed
We'd probably take that money buy unhappiness or something worse.
Ok.

Hangin out with the teenage palmtrees
which are hangin out around the pool.
I need to act a fool
if I don't I won't be Kool
And if I'm not
How. Can I be Kool?
In my later highschool years I dropped out of school
Cuz I don't follow the rules
But now I'm just a tool

childish heart, you look silly from up here.
aging mind, youre forgettable.
old soul, thank you for
being such a friend.
i wish i had been
more like you.

words are leaves
grow and
falling out of a mouth
gnawing at air for fruit

jump to attention
at the hint of love
and go to war
with what it gives.

destroy your life
until fate forces you
to fix it,
then on a good day
set out
to destroy your mind.

love birds
and make mercy kills on moths
before inserting a bug in your ear
to make your motions for you.

learn a new language
to speak to someone beautiful
just to tell them
you have a disease
and will remain celibate forever.

give your time
and commitment to a friend
with a crippled body
and a broken soul
to try to teach them
how to walk again,
then tire of them
and everyone
with their crutches leaning
next to your bed.

sternly avoid involving yourself
in the harming of any living thing
until you realize that your life
is a form of destruction whos only pure function of peace was to allow you the time to conclude that;
for your heart to be whole
your body must be the thing
you destroy.

everything that can be done
is an action geared towards
the event of leaving everything.

these rare eventualities are
preordained to bring us
to madness.
its the work of
someone more clever
and deranged
than we.

remember your values.
remember to let people speak.
to open doors for women.
to help an injured animal.
to be one

my name is absenteeism
my name is relinquished
my life is a tunnel
into everyone's hearts
i am thought

No matter who i love
*** is a hunger.
when your hungry you eat.
when your horney you ***.
and ive fallen in love
before ***
during ***
after ***
in a minute im sure..
to a person ive known or now know.
and guess what:
everyone ive ever loved ive loved.
everyone ive ever fukd ive fukd.
and both are a hunger
of which im unfulfilled.

If God's gift is violence
And we wage it in his honor
Then in fighting against God
We become his greatest trophies.

my hands
are two animals
fighting over
a piece of meat

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.

an egg shell lays broken
in my skull.
and a chameleon
melts its colors
into music there.
shedding roots
down to my
fingertips
playing love
on your
lower back
while you sing
worldless sweat
into my neck
where i keep
your name.

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.

.                        .i will die
                    .i will die today
                .i will die tomorrow
      .i will die every day after that for the rest of my *******.....

my name is
an unstable particle
exploding and dispersing
smaller, useless particles
around the room.

For eternity

Jim and Fred.

overlapping curtains

a fly tried to teach me, a man, how to fly, but i smacked it and killed it as it landed in my ear.
now i cant hear its instructions on how to bring back the ded, as i **** its corpse in fear.

                                                                                                                         -learning to walk and live

her dress
makes me naked.

i cant wear it for long.

emotions are
freelance lions

they come and go
as they please

feeding on the free
*****
meat

everyone

     broken
     pixels

down to
       zero


             zero waits,

                    still,
       motionless,

  unmade

what a terrible movie.
id rather watch you.

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

the beer bottle
falling over
and shattering
before it is reached
is its own
master.

remain
a stench
on the floor
in the morning.

paved hands.

sewage tunnels
cleaning through
the body.

a spirit sways inside.

when i think of dying
my actual moment of death
i cry.
its then that i think of everyone ive ever loved
and all the things ive known.
but when we die
most of us experience pain
and fear
and think of only our continuation.
of our selfish selves.
and our arms flail about and we moan.
and our arms reach for things on nightstands assuming they are more air.
or blood.
or health.
but we agonize.
and we die.
like poisoned spiders.
in a glass filled with smoke.
and that is our world.
and you live there.
and you may be the man
or the child
holding down the glass.

an amorphic pink humming mist
makes flowers grow
wild and
wilt and
rot.

it hums our head into hemispheres.
a Venus Fly Trap.
a Fly for a mind.

your mind
run away from me
on fire

then run back
and beg me
to subdue it.

your identity
is a community
that you share.

i want to eat
fruits and vegetables
with you
until we rot.