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
confluent with winter’s moon my internal discourse with you leaves me a gibbering mess, so very real yet imagined as I haven’t spoken to you in years. I still find I pantomime the flower of words you left, unforgotten. I’ve grown callous to groans from under the stairs I left some things down there, unforgotten. I’ve become accustomed scent of Asian pear jasmine in air, unforgotten. cups of tea honey shared in garden flames spared, you rest unforgotten. Continue reading Moontide and fire
Quid pro quo Clarice. The money is gone up your nose. Pip pop tip-top running rabid sideways on the sidewalks singing kill kill kill the poor along with Biafra. Paint them taking tainted terror and feeding the pretty demons. Gift the shift of religion to the little lambs you are recounting the sordid legend of political Zelda for. See the whites of their eyes and frown down upon the frailty. My finger gun blasts a hole in your understanding as you sit shaking out the burnings we’re too cowardly to give a name to. Ascertain the relevant odd job backlog … Continue reading Quid Pro Quo
I’d deign to incarcerate with contempt, this attempt to pry your way back in slippery disposition, you serpentarium denizen all in that oily falsetto, hearken us toward winter’s edge bitter ice tastes of arsenic clove smoke, you cloven hoof dandy dancing those jigs of infantile fancy jackhammer subtlety screaming False. Fake news, fake boobs, fake crews fake shoes, knock off blues raping everything that moves yea, we label you, knave. go on home to your emptiness. after all, it is what you most crave. image courtesy of Pinterest Continue reading cloven hoof dandies
pageant of ministry your misgivings given to sullen star-clad nonchalant Comings and goings Imprint upon us, this living I do not want what you wear as I no longer care to displace, yours or mine, this distaste, take a masque fitted on face, misplaced here is no longer safe I can no longer call you home. timeworn tellings, erode, peel story lost its’ appeal cold iron piercing will not heal maniacal raving sounds to my ear as though you are leaving. dear one, hold onto your throne as I extract this fire from bone I am alone. always Always, a … Continue reading elemental, hollow.
Don’t listen around the kids 😉 Son, you know why you the greatest alive? Why, Dad? Because you came out of my balls, nigga Hahahahaha Fuck rap Bustin’ like an addict with a semi-automatic Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back Hold up, catch a vibe, ain’t no way in hell we leavin’ nobody alive Even suicide, no fuck that Bobby feelin’ villainous, he killin’ this I’m comin’ for your man and his lady and even the baby I’m feelin’ like I’m chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies Every single rapper in the industry, yeah … Continue reading OPTSotD- Logic (feat. Eminem)
I find you in the morning After dreams of distant signs You pour yourself over me Like the sun through the blinds You lift me up And get me out Keep me walking But never shout Hold the secret close I hear you say You know the way It twists and turns Changing color Spinning yarns You know the way It leaves you dry It cuts you up And takes you high You know the way It’s painted gold Is it honey Is it cold You know the way It throws about It takes you in And spits you … Continue reading OPTSotD- Peter Murphy