In some corner;
I hid you.
Your face.

Or what I thought
was your face.

Just around the corner.
                   From your corner.

I dug up a hole;
burnt three hundred
and thirty three
pictures.

I used to laugh;
three past midnight -
Oh, I thought -
I used to love.

It's easy -
like taking a breath;
to forget -
three hundred and thirty
three footsteps;
within a puddle
of white smoke.

It's a foggy day,
in July -
Like faking your
bliss;
to remember -
three hundred and
thirty three
knocks on your door.

Fading springs,
And
Crying wolves.

I just can’t take this anymore.
In.
A killing headache.
I promise I’ll ruin those shoes.
Every last one.

Prepackaged talent
To amaze your senses.
Not so conscious.

It’s only a lie,
But it’s true.

This life;
A processed gem.
Rejoice in your misery;
Is what I’m told.

I've walked into the dream of a stranger.
because I heard your dim voice over
the silly noises
I make on my bass guitar.

why are you crawling?
why are you quiet?
it's so cold out here.
I thought that was strange.
how you you don't like the rain
you know;
I just made eye contact with a picture
of yours.
but I don't think you've seen me smile.
why are you sleeping?
why are you naked?

I'll stand still,
until you talk to me.
you've shaved your head!
is that blood, I smell?
I'm lost in those three thousand memories
of yours.
I'm lost, and I'm lonely.
And I forgot how your hands look like.
I'm lost, and I'm fragile.
And I thought you've already left.

This corpse twirling
underneath my nightmare,
is telling me things.
of your bald head,
your ****** bald head.
your eyes no longer
shine.

Why are you here?
I thought you've left yesterday.
You've even seen me cry.
You said; we never talk anymore.
And, I laughed when I saw
your bald head.

Walk lines of vapor
And dust.
Thinning thoughts; the sound of rainbow-colored
Pebble stones.

Dive years of light
And crystal *****.
Dying fortunes
Of dead cowboys.

Cringe the skin
Of delicious
Pearls.
Soft flesh;
Blood and nicotine.

Pseudo-faces in tuxedos
And jeans.

Melting numbers,
And frowning echoes
Of frozen suns.

Behold the deceased
Rubble.

The falling lives,
Of drunken mice –
Across the globe.

Drained masters of justifications, trapped.
Cubicle of carbonated air, poisoned.

                  Descending up an emotion - holler.

Drifting away, you say - whitened thoughts.
Poor souls, pure interiors - what a joke.

                  Gods, goddesses - in thin air.

Beneath an earth of worry - smiling.
Oh, oh, oh!
An elixir of wisdom, a reason to lie.

                  Engraved stones - silly hearts.

Grow five muscles, for the
Ugly fascists, please. Please.

                  Drown her senses - a hundred diamonds.

Christian, Jew, Muslim.
Jew, Muslim, Jew.
Christian, and some Hindu.
Muslim in an aero-plane.
Jew, Jew.
Coins of gold.
Ringing ears of copper.
Muslim, Muslim, Muslim.
Die, Die, Die.
Jew, Jew, Jew.
A hole in the sky.
And some stones.
Defining deviations of
Misleading truths.

Christian owls,
In Muslim skies,
And Jew sands.
A misfit's howl.
Little children's hate.
Brewing cyanide in your veins.
Unhook my thoughts.
Undress my pains.

A cross in their mosque.
And holy water, too.
A gun in her mouth.
Your hell is in you.

Deceased sounds of
A beauty queen.
In my parade,
of synthetic blood.
An imprisoned laugh,
In this plastic flood.

Sweet tears of
Your fragile unjust,
Roaming a castle,
In stale air…
And doomed lust.

A prophet in their church.
And a dark beard, too.
A bomb in her heart.
Your heaven has escaped you.

D'you remember the boy from the secret garden?
He lived in my space.
He chewed on my grass.
The littlest boy you'll ever see.

His bones made of Styrofoam.
He couldn't run, slow; the way I liked to run.

He kicked so hard,
in happy days.
My bruises; shaped like hearts.

The boy; died in his fairytale of imperfections.
Tiny bones failed.
The boy; left me with the ugliest empty space.
You'll ever see.

I miss my grass.