Cannibal soul, eat up everything, push out poison
Convert caloric content into hate, burn with it
Strike out blind, walk reckless in the night
Snuffed out lights in the primordial gloom
Neanderthal watched homosapien pronounce his doom
Sinking into rotten blooms of hyacinth, half hearted resistance
Guess I'll just drown

You show me how
loving and gentle
I want to be.

Own slanted hand against me,
eyes tied behind
my back.

I'm so tired
of my own
**** self.

It woke up,
just now,
and it's coming

for you.

Bodies in the shape of dollar signs
Distorted black tar cigarette eyeliner
Another pack snuffed half smoked
Another lineup of tablets,
why do the colors always
change
Blown down sycamore leaves weaving patterns
Laughter and lanterns, sitting outside the glow
Moths covered in ice crystal italics
All the plants dying in her garden
for the last
time

It's coming now, quickly, in the twilight eyes dialed
Wild, child grown on drip plastic poison
Smoking coffin nails in our boredom
It feels like a kiss every time our sight meets
Fat dying flies speak louder than me, shouting wings
Hope clings to anything with traction in its seams
Blow another gram of the dying American dream

I can smell your
krylon nails
Scratching up my side
bugs in nose
Peaches in the
pickle jar
Smoke pouring out
the room
Eyes finding low point
locking on
Lackluster brass fittings
for memories
Fresh cut dandelions
as centerpiece
Creek rolling through
trees
Showing path to
sea

Shaking with hands on wheel, white knuckle
Buckling under, finally feel like giving in
Manic mistakes repeated, sanity retreating suddenly
The fluttering of my heart is familiar by now
Biting lemon faced sour, eyes
showering tears
Trying to avoid my own face, beware all mirrors
Another night of caffeine, capped with handful of pills
The sink water spills down beard, I'm lost, but close
Locked up locust legs screaming, rattling ears to crescendo
Floating around the bend slow, not broken

Invading with paper mache swords
Paper rattlesnakes, yellow flags
Blood runs thicker, red down stitch
Ludicrously looking for loose cigarettes under the seat
Rinse and repeat, dig in, position, overlapping fields of fire
Intersecting in the wire
Blowing ash off the tip of Camels
Down the drain is where the plan goes