Twenty four hours or a second away
coming your way every day like headlights
tires screeching
beseeching higher power
get high for hours puffing flowers
possess the power to placebo self
all the wealth can't buy health if the hand held is low
whichever way we go there's an obstacle
we could make it out alive
anything is possible

Peeling down the walls, climbing our way into the sewer
Plastic manure, a harvest of good intentions unspooled
Eyes glassy, mouth drool, haldol pools in black cavity tooth
Ruthless at root, pulled up like catclaw in Skull Valley
Another faulty thought process, burnt, drifting through days
Looking back on the ways I dirtied my soul, soil in flower pots
The river is running high, it will be dark soon
I wonder in which room of what ward I'll die in
Medication vacation, turn it all off, lights out
Something in your hand, cold and turning, screaming silently
Something in the way the birds are flying, falling
Flip open another pack of careless filters
Exhale another hour
Time passes like rain showers on mountain peaks
Crashing through the Aspen
Chasing cutthroat trout

Speak,
speak it,
loud and howling,
scream it,
bite at the throat,
break windpipe between teeth,
sea seething,
black blue depths,
caressing the thin line of risk,
brisk and sudden,
broken mechanics,
protruding broken bones,
stones thrown at ****** brow,
collapsing,
imploding,
trailing your hands through weeds,
searching for your own little spot,
to curl up and die

Crying on the back porch,
feeling the familiar gut twist,
***** shank,
rib bone raking,
everything taking,
violence the lie of a solution,
moral prostitution,
bury lies skin deep in ink screams,
pages tearing like dry skin,
eyes dialed into the breaking point,
memories of all the places you've slept in your bag,
sky turning its eyes on me,
spinning clockwise off centipede wine

Burnt loves' small heart
Hands woven in knots around my throat
Floating in the deep, darkness receding to blackness
Primordial, the language of screaming and fear
Dragged down into the cold by the sins I've tied myself to
Starting to feel that artificial Divalproex deadening, taking all the sharp edges off
Come walk with me down the tracks, bandits move in darkness
Down by the river flowing east, up on the burning place
Loose lace shoe knot mind comes untied at every step
Waiting on the long dark to consume it all

Pour poison on the anthill, white stinking powder
Weeds sprout among flowers, days broken into hours
Leaving my cigarette butts all around town, every ashtray
Trying to find a way, forward or anywhere honestly
The circle I'm stuck in has me seeing meteor showers
Peeking out curtains in the dark, looking for something, cold and yearning
Discerning the turning point, dogs barking at shadows
Spitting at the moon to spite it, another hopeless battle
Lying blue pen draws nothing but black plastic stars, sparkling
Chasing Demeter through our parking lot planet, plastic bumper crop paradox

Spinning in sheets like seamstress ghosts, hands raised to holy host
Crooked hooks litter logs like lightning strikes
Insects moving in the moon lit night, watching, waiting, invading
Without pills all I hear is scathing, insect grooves shivering, shaking
Tree limbs breaking in the dark, rapid breath, raging heart
They're coming, fast as darts, through the shadows like liquid sparks
Fight, flight, whatever arc, pray you got a good head start