It's the flow of poisonous ink
The way you think
It's deadly
It's the sound of a beautiful scream
The way you dream
It's poetry

Your words are a dagger
Only stronger
Piercing through hearts
Touching a lifeless mind
Pain in some parts
But not difficult to find

It's the rain after lightning
The way your words pour
It's rhythmic
It's the heat of the sun setting
Powerful like never before
It's electric

Written or thought
I care not
Just that it's preserved
Because
This life is a song
**What will be your verse?

(scratched out the Ifs
concluded to end my day with spliff)


Raptured movement delay
scent of public transportation decay
the return of Christ in two stages.

Charging language with meaning
To the utmost possible degree

Chewing on the raw image
With eyes sharpened
Ripping into the pictorial flesh

.

A time suffocated
By terminal space

Remix of coded subjectivity
Black holes of pseudo-subjectivity
Surrounded by possessions

.

This biological catastrophe
A post-human construct

Fear of weaker morals
Elixirs into the cup of life
Ideas of what it means to be human


.

You took me to the park
And we sat on the swings
We talked for hours
And I didn't even realize the lapse in time.
You're proud of me, I think.
Proud to be with me, I think, while you take pictures of me to show.
I laugh and smile, and self conscientiously act, the usual first date second date I don't know what even.
My interests, my problems. Your advice, your plans.
In sync.
I don't know where to go from here,
I just hope it keeps on going.

I fear the words left behind,
I fear the wrongs left to right,
I hate the lies left from my kind,
I hate the days beyond the night.
More so than this, I can’t describe,
The life which died before my scribe.
Beyond the days that disappear,
Beyond all natural things I fear,
I can’t explain what can’t be known,
For it just wasn’t left to be shown.