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tread Jul 2013
film begins to melt
the moment I click
play

this is the nature of
the moment.
tread Jul 2013
I can't speak; the
silence in my head
is so much louder
than the serotonin
rumble-bust. in my
quest to escape me,
I found a miserable
block of ice buried
under my name.

am I a 20 year old
walking tombstone?
will I ever be alive
again?

the tent rustles as
the THC buries
my lungs.

either way, soon
I will be dead or
alive.

patience is a
virtue.

woah is me.
tread Jul 2013
credit card
hung on the
walls of the
Louvre

to make
some ******
point.

'it's beautiful,
isn't it?'
tread Jul 2013
why, yes, sometimes
my head is a dark
and stormy
night.
tread Jul 2013
Spaceships flying eternally, beauty lost within our sleep's breadth. Never room, out in to night. With you,  machine glow diving

Searchlights clean the monsters. This is a light shower. Man is kind, mankind. Indigo stained glass cathedral dreamscape, lovely.

The girl is trembling by your side what we should not know calmness asked by those whose light shines beyond the cold dark rocks, deeper still, bells toll underwater, asking, begging

Mastodons in the distance? Year zero. Year zilch. Yearly the funds caress my alpine ******* as the budget increases. We dream of drains and hairy ones at that. Massive ketamine high bulges footsteps in the distance.
dedicated to Anton / mush rose
tread Jul 2013
once I watched the news
and saw my name on a
casualty list.

immediately
I faded away.
tread Jul 2013
the oldest picture
I've ever seen is
of a velociraptor
dying on the cross
for mankind.

the same cross
that the Beatles
snapped their
famous picture.

the crosswalk
at Abbey Road.
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