i am unclean
i am an abomination to the eyes of the giants

i am filth
swimming in the garbage folds of creased walls and decaying blocks of matter

and endlessly crawling from the shadows of my belittling enemies

yes i am a cockroach

and i will swarm you with my teeth
and grace you with my seed
i will trace my glorious fingers and haunt you in your sleep
your rotting diamond, i will reap
and beautifully walk in the darkness with my feet

i can walk these earths alone and embrace the dark corners of this universe
walk along the soil
planted by your curse
and leave these worthless moguls
as i watch them struggle
with my limitless fugle

Vile. Directionless. Footsteps-driven.

Street light. Concrete. Clouds in pavement.

Wet. Damp. Soaked. Heavy engagement.

Transparent = (not a) cellophane.

Is the raincoat masking the pain or the pane?

Coffee. Cigarettes. Music = Touche.

Crying. Window. Wistful = Cliche.

Weather = Cool. Barometer = Full. Feeling = Fool.

ur art is the words of the hopeful
basking and bathing in pools of eternal meaningless sundries
thrashing and skulking nailing hammers and throwing axes all over ur skull least of all importances- enter the subconscious, ur mind speak, and ur mouth steep- mountains of hanging ropes and jaded hopes

ur ****** mind convoluted, cracking open that is-

and ripped that fountain of colors and burst that bleeding artistry out like an ultimate tranquil fondue dripping on that empty sockets

might be someday be someone swimming on it.

ride the waves of the reach in an apocalypse summer

battered down drinking machines and roomy sunny old water bottles

pocketed in isolation and visited by the nuance fallen angels by the deep blue sea

stubborn denizens of the ghost town, coconut trees falling and chanting freedom from the fleshy grasp of the new

trapped in the void by the penal colony

a holiday of a refreshing clinical detention and self-celebration loathing the pouring lights against the window silk, forever embracing the dread of its future, burning clouds seeping through the rooftop shreds

in true irony fashion, an island of a man begets his salvation.

i sail my boat and withdrew my head on the open skies - cloud november of the beating sky - yearning for the next adventure

dreams float away with your skies overhead and the wind touching your skin forever blessing you from the unpurified

i rest my head and my feet as the boat sails for the dawn of the blinding sun. i hope when i wake up these birds are still chirping above my sleep and my mind at ease.

i'll let miracles float into the open seas so by december, I shall not perish but be one with the ocean.

a vile sense of self-pity
forever dreading its agony wrestling your conscious
paranoia by the freedom of your thoughts
reverberating towards the ruined prison of your skull
is there a limit?

overreach and and overqualified for the senses
sedation for the numb
halting the feeling
can't break the chains of self-hate
forever must succumb to the white noises
their words touches my skin longer than others
it circulates upon impact
that enters your eyes
washes your mouth
bleeds your nose
but grows your mind tirelessly
it feeds your senses but drains its capacity
your eyes shutter but sees the tragedy
your words batter but freezes the energy
your brain polemic
but your heart - crying for eternity.

like a needle in a haystack -  i swipe right
i followed her then i type
then i like

then i make sure she's alright
and she asks me for my like
and i asks her for her Skype

She told me "I felt so alive"
and I told her "that's divine"
i think i told her it's a sign
so she blocked me on line
but i think im fine
so maybe next time

ill find sunshine
the girl next door- online.