untitled no. 678

a pounding howl on the bedspread

hell is sober but i am the opposite

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my heart is red writhing pink slime

sun mother trust

black god figure head pulsing

for many years sinking into pink slime blood flood writhing

look today my eyes look livid lucid green

three headed dragon of envy beckons

i live in a guilt home built by my grandfather 457 years ago

37 years ago

born deaf and dumb writhing

old children howling at the sun mother trusting

takes too long to say goodbye

my pink soul pining

feeling for a door ****

listening for the turn of a door ****

i love you forever i think

look at my words gloat

listen to my words gloat

float to the sky past the trusting

sun mother gods head gushing

pink slime lusting

red leaves rustling

serpent tongue spitting

me eyes

my ears

and my arms

a ways to go right?

the dead light from a million dead stars?

feels that way at least

feel like i am icarus

feels like i want red white and black

heart pink

soul gone

things long

say sleep

please say sleep

place the sky in a box and hope for an easy end

sun mother truth trust lost

sun mother trust truth lost

because you snooped around my drawers

ive snooped in yours

im not color blind but ive never seen blue

i saw red once didnt care for it

remember the time you said you though you saw a ghost

a great pull

you wanted to die

burning boys who lived in water

wind and heat licked me raw

we sit big beneath little hands with loose skin

you lose people when you cant lie good

can you hear my thoughts?

No that's alright i believe you

pink slime river rising

when i die smoke my bones

color me the color of silence and smoke my dry bones

metal face does not rust

one is used to dance

one is used to run

to push very very far away

2 whole years pining

pushing people very very far away

leave hair in my sink please

surrounded by tall walls

chrismas is purple

so im told

i wouldnt know

color blind pink slime writhing

she's there

shes there right now

a ghost isn't a window

a ghost is a door

dust in my eye

my ears

my arms

bring me some fast feet

how many times did you open that door?

how many times did you leave it open?

open stars

brain hard

a boy wonders

peace died

you didnt expect men to give you respect so you stole it

throw yourself at them

i wish we could escape

inside voices ladies and gentleman

inside thoughts

tonight is really hot

better off hiding forever

learn to hide better

slowly past the hand of a broken clock

wait for it

voice can you just try to speak?

the weight finally burned a hole in my head

rain tree look tired

big man looks afraid

pink slime shines

shines like a diamond in the fog

a fog of beer

shadows of the subway cars

while you were out two hours came by and sat in that very chair you are sitting in now

they tried to wait for you

but the room started turning into a dream of pink slime

stand back i got a question to ask

it needs to be answered

how heavy was that weight?

the one that put the hole in your head

the light from a million burned out stars

how bright?

dank breath after you smoke my bones

high fruit flame and vegan ice cream

near simple

near divine

theyre called reasons and you have none

know chaos

know a tall latte

father save me

in the name of the father i am not worthy

these woods are easy to cross by foot

in the name of the father the son and the holy slime ghost writhing

what is normal?

what is constant?