I want a shrine for my remains
A hole full of dirt & creepy crawling things
No preservative fluids pumped in my veins
Just bury me in silk & my favorite rings

I will not pray to extend my existence
I will not be received by the omnipresence
I am undisturbed in my terra firma pocket
with fungus sprouting from my eye sockets

i cut you out almost everyday
and still you linger
like smoke on breath
from a morning cigarette
and the ashes on my fingers.

even if i ***** the flames
of memory and desire,
ill always yearn for
the secondhand burns
from standing too close to your fire.

just a splash of gin and tonic
lighting cigs then steppin on ‘em
flashing **** and chugging *****
everyone’s so ******* ****** up
chasing mol with the nearest handle
noses lined on the coffee table
dripping blood from my favorite nostril
wipe it off before i bump another
smashing bottles in the bonfire
acid dancing in the front yard
the bathroom’s now a brothel
just ignore them while you *****
rinse your mouth and get back on it
pass the blunt and get me liquor
light a match and hit the ******
whats his name, the next door neighbor?
ask him if he wants my number
ill text him back when i remember
sun is peaking when we’re coming down
look for a bump but there’s none around
some guy asks to sleep on the couch
smoke two last joints then kick em out

woman, with
heart shaped hips
over a thick
round bottom.
eat it.

i sat alone with myself and asked of me,
what are the ways i can make you happy?

she dropped her gaze and locked eyes on the floor,
as if looking through her past with a fine-tooth comb.

i looked around the room and then back at myself,
took a deep breath and then spoke aloud,

“this conversation’s pretty heavy,
and i’m not sure if i’m ready,
to admit to myself that i just don’t know
how to keep me going steady
when this excuse for a life still feels rather petty.

....... but you knew that already.”

you’re the voice in my brain
my conscience to abstain
from the recklessly insane thoughts
i tend to maintain

you’re the cure to my pain
the taste of sugarcane
i plug you into my veins
till i feel alive again

you’re the crown to my reign
and the anchor to my chain.
you’re the only reason i sustain
to see another day.