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tread May 2013
no one will ever
be as desperately
in love with me as
I am with them.
tread May 2013
Eyes like massive clanks- gazes morphed to lanced boils, lungs ache and the tumour of hopeless alien weird melts an old painting we used to call 'existence.'

Ankles dry, calloused thoughts, skin peels to reveal oozing flesh. **** sinks in and swallows floating zinc; immune. Consuming ex-cadavers in mall parking lots and pushing the crippled in shopping carts, an ankle twisted, a mother swallowed monetary *****, the stock market became the shelf market, and creation wondered if we were okay with frozen pizza for dinner.

Life dragged on and on, the world swirled on twitter feeds and Facebook statuses, the streets completed laps around our better judgements and our better lives, we sank to scheduled escapism and believed that one day we would find the light despite our never left-look.

Massive intention swelled to disjointed shark search. A witch-hunt to burn unhappiness in it's own angry passion. Bones; cost efficient at the least and designed in the weirdness of erosion-return. Miniature intention swelled to grabs solidarity. A manhunt to freeze stillness in it's own endless silence.

What complete? What shatter-tastic ******?

Eyes like massive clanks- gazes morphed to lanced boils, lungs ache and the tumour of hopeless alien weird melts an old painting we used to call 'existence.'
tread May 2013
motley crew of
sadnesses, each
wearing back
-wards hats
that read
OBEY.
tread May 2013
surreptitiously managed
like an underground
casino.
tread May 2013
can't litter facets-
love masked cold.

can't litter facets-
put the Herse in
neutral & wait for
us to pass the finish
line; fuel economy
like 2 looped circles
loosely grasping each
finger as newborn flesh
to pan-fried / breaded
chicken.

that's the advert I was
clickin'.

figured I'd be dead by
now.
tread May 2013
first glimpse of
genuine inspiration
in a year and a
half.

'faces up!
to the
weird ceiling.'
tread May 2013
glasses 'you look beautiful'
her teeth are a little yellow, she
brushes in the morning. somehow
they're still a Colgate white. she mouths
Iluvu eyes squint quiet smile arches it's
spine and finger caresses the barely stubble of my face. her blonde peach fuzz mini moustache tilts left and kisses false worry, charisma. she takes
it as insult when I read line about peach
fuzz moustache. obligatory insult shes a
woman, women don't have moustaches
haha
she stretches like a resting cat and
returns to thought as my suicide
hangover crunches into a headache of
blind relief

*relief
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