What is the title of one's title, one is apparently useless and unnecessary. One is told it is needed but one is turned away, the time, the place, the face, really all quite unimportant ( Read more... )

Sinking into that feeling and smelling like one just don't care, buy a slice of make believe, but the whole pie is free. It's a rotten stew that's been made, take a taste and pray that your not dead, scream to the heavens that your not dead, no one is listening anyway ( Read more... )

Ramming the face into the entrails, locking the brain up behind the ribcage. Salvation behind the sternum, cold numb thing that beats, insectile reaction, cause and infection ( Read more... )

Methane flare, tyger, tyger. Napalm flash, tyger, tyger. Burning like a cigarette, like a magnesium flare, fast and bright, hot and hallowed. Into the hallways of the damned, all seen is the court of the king, who is the handmaiden, who is the fool, who is the whore, who is the tool. Skin graft for a monster, flesh of the savior, do this in honor ( Read more... )

Crucifix hopscotch, plastic knife cuts the rubber face, slit open the wristwatch. Buy a penny's worth of breath, sell a lifetime of hiding. plastic bag over your head won't stop the brains from leaking, always looking but never seeking, soul sickness in the little things ( Read more... )

Touch a dead Eye, the orb within the socket, glassy,lazy, the stare of the dead, the stare of the damned, the stare of the dying, the stare of the dead. Accusatory, one is not responsible for the death as the death is as death always is...a long time in the making ( Read more... )

Three faces on a tree, branching outward, under, sinking into the soil. The voices scream for blood, the roots quake with fury for the dead flesh. Throw the abortions in the bargain bin, our futures were sold before they began ( Read more... )

When eye opened my I's, I saw the backs of my eyelids from the outside ( Read more... )

Peer up from a pit, see the blind light rush into the synapses. Overwhelming abundance of radiant things but still viewed from a self dug grave. Float above the water, rise up, cause the earth to raise to the feet, make the road rise up to meet you ( Read more... )

We know it's far too late, it ate the cycle, it became the pattern of ritual. As with all things within creation it is as the maker made it; of it's image, of it's habits ( Read more... )