Broken body's rack
new life into lung
Gold vvrapped platinum sludge
Decadron makes buzz
6 months in the novv
MRI goes clack
Ativan don't quell
Image movement shakes

Stretched out on my table
bound gagged brunette
I admire the bolster && ****

Svveet midnight scales
vvith a tang that never disappoints
You are my Thanksgiving
my slash Queen

My ruin runs deep & cold
vvith it
I vvill **** everything You knovv

Once done carving
I remove Your pearls
and keep them in my pocket
for a future moonless stroll

My tongue is leathered
vvith glory
an oral  j  u m  p   r o p e
            in the darkness!

Joy!!!
might you trip
&& break a femur
to make a meal of yourself?

Once prepared
alongside the parsnips && carrots
I relish your eyes
&& make no apologies
for being

Don't be sad
to be svvallowed
Some
are not as lucky

These lungs have sighed
   they have gasped
these lungs have yelled
    they have failed
These lungs breath
once more
     for another round
of life
      to be snatched
in the end
       again && again
vvith no end
       to be relished

I hope
that an asteroid
  hits
this planet
  smash it up
real good
 into a pulp
you vvonderful God
of a universe

g o o d n e s s

   Flip off
my bathroom light
   svvitch
     already
one last time
   burn it up
all this stuff
   that ******* traps me
into sickness
   but please
be kind &&
   revvind
because
      torture
         is a virtue
          that I
            don't mind

I remember her most
as a vvaitress
kinda like Flo on Mel's diner
she became a millionaire
once upon a time
but she died 6 years ago
her body just happens to be here
  still
Lost in a thought
fleeting yet thick
like a forest
in time
the vvoods will thin && fall
releasing her spirit
forever

The heart;
in all of it's tragic
cocksure
glory,
is nothing
but a victim.

In
o n e
year
I vvill be
g o n e
you'll glance back
&& notice my
h e a r t
by that time
ash vvill be
h o m e
don't shed a
t e a r
free from the
d r o n e

As a young boy I learned
that I had a black knack
it vvas passed on to me
from a vvoman who passed
Some days it feels
like a rabid curse
I don't need to knovv
before you shovv me first
at death I thought
I vvould have been
rethreaded
but upon reentry
I was still clairvoyant

S  i  c k
      f  u  c k
        

for a sick vv o r l d
                            i n t o  m y
        d e p r a v i t y  &
                  e
                      n
                    ­       j
                               o
                                    y
t h e s
         h
         o
       s vv a l l o vv  my  words
     of  t vv i r l & Quill

     Save your teeth
       for a dinner date
        to chevv
         O N  M E a t
       try not to be late

At a distance,
       quaint and vvell reserved;
  upon closer revievv:
      a buzzard creating jerks