Yicketty Yack his loaded knuckles snap
with each invasive step he takes
towards bringing the daisies back.

Like a Gorilla dragging a bag of prolific
back up to the front of the line like,
"Look here, Mom, we made it this time!"

Young blood bloated dumb,
can't you hear them humble drums
droning on from the swampy slums?

Here we are! Final Stop! The point where four corners of the earth converge in preparation of the coming plunder.

It's a wonder for the poodles to ponder.
But why bother when every ounce of effort conjured turns into cannon fodder for those pesky mammoths ripe with Karma?

You don't see me
You see through my layers
Of plastic sheets,
My void, my empty.
The place where blood
Would pulse and beat
Where our souls would meet,
Now only loneliness convulses
And hatred seethes
Bubbling from these pores
I'm melting, I'm melting!
Here in this horrible void,
Gravity contorts and
I feel heavy and weightless,
Pulled and pushed
Until I'm shapeless.
I carry graveless bones
To no destination,
To no home.
I'm nowhere
And
No one.
Alone
Alone
Alone.

-SLuR

Time hangs from your skeleton limbs
It rocks back and forth
Like a pendulum.
Life and Death's momentum,
Swinging to Her vibrations
Our Mother's sadness and elation
Her hate and adoration.
Take this decay as a creation,
Our bones are aging to perfection;
A fine selection of dust to spread
From toes to head,
To nurture and neglect
Her children who cry and beg.
Their suffering will end
As we return to fertile dirt
And let our souls be absorbed,
By the womb we once adored.

-SLuR

I shed my insecurities
To show you what's inside of me,
The most secret of things
That make up this being;
All of it, for your eyes to keep.

Only for your soul to see.

-SLuR

Drain this rain from my head,
The flood is rising and my eyes are ******.
Thoughts trapped away in wonderland,
Abandoned by the trace of wonderment.
This tissued space is closing in,
I can feel it tear and hemorrhage.
Rivers of red flowing through wrinkles,
Ivory bones crumple and crinkle.
I'll sit alone, on a dusty throne
Inside of my clogged up skull.

-SLuR

Here I am
Crammed-
Slammed into that corner;
Where my lungs fill with dust,
And my heart fills with sorrow.
Forlorn loner, underneath storms
Of turmoil and thunder.
Torrential puddles form
And pull me under.
Vision blurred, body curled
This darkness-
An unearthly womb
Where death rises in plumes,
A grotesque stench that pollutes
All the beauty that may bloom.
Lullabies rushed to soothe
The bitter cries of an infant;
Innocence, born to rot and gloom.
Learning to hold light a curse
Rather than carry it a boon.

Cradle me in your bones too.

Let my dust cling to you.

Squeeze me like the walls
I'm wedged between,
Release me from all this heavy gravity.

-SLuR