stretch marks on my eyes
broken restacked teetering and unbalanced
split open and revealed
all my faces, all the same

our little ritual ( Read more... )

suburbs in my blood
asphalt on my skin
my hair is trim grass
the mind knotted telephone wires

--

don't you know what you are, my love?
my lust?
used-romance
chemical triggers and shots fired

behaviors and beliefs
branches growing out
pushing
probing

we're all deformed, pressed-upon men
our auras are war
and
penetration

the cars on strings
none of them moving
all being pulled to destinations
they showed up to a thousand years ago
their arms on strings
dogs on strings
flies on strings
strings on strings made of strings
existing outside the journey

--

i wanna use
i want to use
selfish thoughts and their peak is vile
you are nothing but a route

towering thoughts
in my third eye
and the structure shakes

i am a tall orange rose
chemicals flourescent bubble inside
i am bright and my stalk is fresh green

i remember seeing you like a violet
with dark strains
like something choked you long ago

but i kissed you organic it was beautiful i still feel it
will always feel it

For 25 years that table sat on the edge of falling over. The garden seemed to consolidate itself as the years went on. When I was younger there were giant bushes with yellow flowers and fuckin big aloe plants; in the end there were just those tired rose bushes. Out of frame (to the left) there was an old window air conditioner that constantly ( Read more... )

this string singssssss
with
tennnnnnnssssssssssssssssssssion
pulling apart
the selfish
they don't break hearts
they just stay away

cause everything's
a-ok

--

we used to trade in love

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crystalline poly goners
float red elite
in my pear elephant
thin keyed rebuke