Oct 2016
a spilling vessel rots through the earth
tar black and cavernous.
this is the maw through which god watches overs
all his little dead children.
‘hello, god.’
god replies with an incomprehensible scream.
the young ones play break, break
it is a game where they test whether a face or a fist
disintegrates first.
it is so fun; so fun, fun, fun
everywhere the maw descends.
tar black and cavernous.
this is the maw through which god watches overs
all his little dead children.
‘hello, god.’
god replies with an incomprehensible scream.
the young ones play break, break
it is a game where they test whether a face or a fist
disintegrates first.
it is so fun; so fun, fun, fun
everywhere the maw descends.
everyone hold hands and say 'death is everywhere.'
don't you want to be everywhere, too?
'death is great! death is great!'
the maw is god's love. it gave us our teeth, to break ourselves apart.
'break, break! break, break! break, break!'
we're all dead inside.
'BREAK, BREAK! BREAK, BREAK! BREAK, BREAK!'
pavement turning, rising skylines. it's all teeth, everywhere, growing, breaking, falling.
the world is a giant maw and we live in it. tiny autumn maws.
scraping the top of the sky, tongues of concrete, god's palate. a hollow core, greedy tongues.
oil from the belly of the earth. ribs collapsing. we sold the earth's lungs for a fiscal bonus. steve really deserved that new honda. he'd been working so hard filling his flesh with old paper tales of dead people. they choke on the fumes of garbage and diesel, in the orange district. water so filled with heavy metals the children are brittle with funny eyes and breathing problems. what are you going to do now steve? eat a big steak.
don't you want to be everywhere, too?
'death is great! death is great!'
the maw is god's love. it gave us our teeth, to break ourselves apart.
'break, break! break, break! break, break!'
we're all dead inside.
'BREAK, BREAK! BREAK, BREAK! BREAK, BREAK!'
pavement turning, rising skylines. it's all teeth, everywhere, growing, breaking, falling.
the world is a giant maw and we live in it. tiny autumn maws.
scraping the top of the sky, tongues of concrete, god's palate. a hollow core, greedy tongues.
oil from the belly of the earth. ribs collapsing. we sold the earth's lungs for a fiscal bonus. steve really deserved that new honda. he'd been working so hard filling his flesh with old paper tales of dead people. they choke on the fumes of garbage and diesel, in the orange district. water so filled with heavy metals the children are brittle with funny eyes and breathing problems. what are you going to do now steve? eat a big steak.
