Blood: its thicker than
water; faster for drowning.
I guess it takes friends.
Hope You’re Doing Well, Harrison
Wet Roar
Deepsea, how deeply I fell into you
Now I drown so sweetly, embraced in
your warm hell so completely
Harken to your silence, keep me
safe inside your void
So sorry you defeat me
didn’t you’d be annoyed.
Particle Zoo
First waking to dust settling on rays of light that must show through a window, baking cells and wearing musk
Smoking mentholated cigarettes, toking coffee and bong rips, yellows, whites, browns and blue
Working on projects made of particles, more coffee, digging the ash, residing to resin and then more hell to catch
More dust, and smoke, the [...]
Ceasing Body Functions
I am choosing to hold out hope
Keep my eyes open, wait for the phone
Cope with the silence, spit it into a bowl:
Take apart the rind, advance the pieces slow
edge it over the side, hang light the size and know
the surface kindly cradles my head, crying on
this truest silence, reassurance, a resemblance
bestowed awkwardly by silence.
Icarus Project
Sixty-six 23gauge syringes in my buddy Jarrod’s back, with feathers coming out the top of each syringe. Guess who did all sixty-six?
Ars Memoram (rough draft)
And now that we have completely become rent asunder unto ourselves,
And now the sword hangs from a golden thread over a silver throne
And now, not now, now
And always not now, always never
Pick it up, dust it off
The aperture of entropy
Vocabulary; I learned all the words I use from women I hated
Barbs on which my tongue [...]
Uplift your arms and unattach them
Take it by the wrists and shake it off
enjoy it by the ankles and in refined cadence
Find time to regain ominous metaphor
while often gory, each item is best exhibited
dexterous and sullenly drips a horny hair
in here, he cares and can’t and site’s ‘em
you’re there, he’s dear, fears he can’t bear to
caress, much less find the [...]
Untitled #11
As a blind blind draws
and crows amuse themselves on the refuse of others
as ink injects through and through
as oil in milk
and you, fucker?
And me?
Crowley’s clambering shadow
and Xeno’s expert architecture
how droll, and rank
the stink; growling degradation
as blood, as skulls crumbling like dust
as coiling entrails, steaming twinkling waterfall
as curdling food rises to my throat at the thought
And [...]
Skullfuck (The Dead)
Kicking dirt off my boots
make it hurt, broken tooth
Climb out the hole,
something’s wrong with my head
I ain’t got no soul
Skullfuck the dead.
Dead girls are easy
they don’t give a shit
pop one in her skull
and slap her around a bit
Diggin the hole is the hardest part
dig up a fresh one, and eat her heart!
Dead bodies, they’re all [...]
Deepsea
Sometimes it is sad to see you
even when there is no trace of you around.
