we are the violent

we are the violent. Cast aside permissions like the breath of early bedroom encounters. her name would be fire if you could capture in a language, but no tongue on earth can hold the meaning. It flows like water over toes and under skin, sinking into pores as a cleansing salt; charcoal scrub both burns and purifies. You find us in quiet hours when you’re alone and no one is around, all those secret fetishes that come unbound. We daze new wave, shoegaze, everything we see we want to feed on. itching that all need scratches, Destiny and me wish … Continue reading we are the violent

Grime-revised

grime, and keyed latch finger on pulse nock arrow and let fly 1 million ways to communicate three ways and one day to die they can’t talk to the real summer and the dregs appalled at the pall hanging over sulky inner streets a shimmer has found niche cloister like a group of bangers over an 8th of Himalayan mad flash mob dance garbled foot speech rings out in Korean screeching magpie roosts rook rickshaw glam band hangover money expanding, witness stand over man or woman he hid the kids in the backyard a shelter from outside bigger monsters live … Continue reading Grime-revised

Solemn Zeros

In summary, there was purpose prefecture, pandemonium, permanence fingers frayed stitching ignominious example in grocery-cart aisles uncommon disorders frequently populating God-deserted isles unexpectedly, the vase fell from table untouched it shattered flowers and pottery scattered across the floor as galaxies flowed into void This was all observed and information was documented, annotated. interpretation lost in antiquity, impressions ripple as a neutron star quietly sending out gravitational waves, confusing possibilities of other extents. so often, life will take what we think we know reduce it to a solemn zero; leave us with nothing other than faintest of ideas a notion of … Continue reading Solemn Zeros

Clowns

Negligence in black rune Sign languages spoken Unfettered discourse locale swelters introspect dangerous air nightshade among gardenias engage, enrapture to and fro flow of yesterday’s tomorrow awaken, hard, stop a few bruises foul of breath quaking retribution but rocking nonchalance burned and buried behind ear lobe tattooed shameful a scarlet letter you can’t spell my name you can’t read my name you cannot say my name you do not know who we are soon enough you will.   image courtesy of Pinterest   Continue reading Clowns

ruminator

kismet, sunset graphene neoprene soak all the uglies in gasoline check all the content before discarding you might miss something ruin ruminator spelunking for drugs just under the border wall up the skeletons walls don’t have doors closets do, you know closest I’ve been to the green elevate, contaminate gluey residue diatribe funerals and baseball apple pie, right eye keep on running boys 2 paths diverged in old wood one was fire, the other flood so we built a tent city at the fork crying for asylum and clemency we refused ourselves cannot smell our dope it’s all vape pens … Continue reading ruminator

so what are you doing for your birthday

this tribunal appellate, platinum lassitude painted with disingenuous fingers appalled at the notion of loss breathing with eyes shut the hour is late and no one is coming to champion the cause because there’s no profit involved I’m freebasing ideas in the square room all the blank stares tell me it’s unfair and the prognosis untenable, tourmaline mandate we are torpid cancer awaiting fruition I find it all so fun(gible) strapped in the network my workload is overloaded debt my unnecessary companion If I just get that one more thing capacitors at full capacity we are breakdown not like Tom … Continue reading so what are you doing for your birthday

Congenial Continuity

conceit informs conciliatory bath salts coating gingerbread playhouse all those things vital ruminate upon plastic jawbones collect your teeth, esoteric subliminal cosign, be at ease your blood spotting in sink in sync to tinny parables stars are prized, size up one-hundred million year old light vestigial, paranormal incompetence we participate in essence on backs of olden prophet, finding purity rage coagulates prominence constant reforms, Constance tactile resonance, prescient encumbered by insolence, feed me fertility in detritus, all you see everything free, for a price. Ever-long eventide, high tides enter the fray uncertain yesterday after tomorrow stay until sunset, I raised … Continue reading Congenial Continuity

precession

we could have burned. tidal obliquity perfume of your nascent rejection lingers near syllables still cling to ear, barely hear breath from ashes Perihelion precession torque, force me to behave open discourse Morse code, of course we were wounded. bottom has never felt so coarse, hoarse from feeding remorse another antrorse. tiger tusk powdered upon gilded grievance angelic remnant refuse refused to note confusion savaged back upon illusion, your intrusion jack-jawed sibilance scurry meth-maddened mechanics of apsis aperture, until I fall asleep defenseless in ambition Wp=mgr/Iw your angular nature brings moments of inertia vectors and tensors depend all on Euclid’s … Continue reading precession

Heartsick Mandalas-revisited

It is a delicate deliberation that binds us. moonstone pale, this burlesque palantir no longer shows skin along the roads, a whisper can be heard clear we are drawing mandalas in the cornfields hoping the storm on the horizon moves away from here education provided is fraught with peril faces of guard are soluble, malleable they roam, ever-changing, afraid of fear of self cacophonous dirge of progress bellows from our civility drone as mind numbing as any opium the stillness in heartbreak leaves us foraging through consequence Draw a name in lamb’s blood upon doors and harken the trumpet requiem … Continue reading Heartsick Mandalas-revisited

Check, mate

we have the numbers at night. darker than dark, i think. little monsters on the brink of a hellion cataclysm. someone will get hurt and we will leave them broken in the dirt. it happens and it’s hard but our way is the one that sharpens sticks, no? we were there when Babylon fell, hands held the knives’ in Caesar’s back. Started the 100 Years’ war with set of tinder and a little heresy. Threw the first gas grenade in the Rhine. we killed Kennedy and Marilyn. The lean side of mean. demons of men, we are the ones who … Continue reading Check, mate