Promethean

I’m cold as rain Pain is my home this sound of Armageddon grey tremors abound feeling for some meaning as we watch eclipse Pain is my home sun is in the sky there is a roof over my head and a tomb in which I lie It drips icicles of fire into my veins and I lay upon a pyre breathe in my smoking remains Pain is my home hither it comes, tearing me down I feel it again recourse in your gaze we acquiesce to fear and what’s to be highlands awash with our regrets weather comes crashing in … Continue reading Promethean

afraid to

What do you do when the drugs Stop working Comparing tastes on dirty floors Deploring my condition Subtract from addition Equating minute ventilation Fear, always fears, tidal look at me through bullet hole lens shudder, shimmy, shake do a little dance, make that face you know which one the look you cannot fake steak a claim here, sure just know mining coal is dangerous. black hearts and black aces never be this high again glue ill fitting piece onto patchwork soul tributaries take us downstream starting to feel like worthless, worth less than I get tired of tryin’ you become … Continue reading afraid to

Once, I

A proverbial mushroom in the closet fed you know what eat me and get high for a while vomit me back into the toilet I will eventually make my way back into your drinking water. There’s no hiding it. I’m down deep and you know it. Just flush and stop staring at me… I’m a wadded piece of gum used and dry, stuck to the bottom upside down, always looking at the ground in shadow, hoping to get scraped discarded in the bin I believe it would be an improvement. I was a noble sea creature, beached upon dark strand, … Continue reading Once, I

Lamron Efil

dismember the concepts in valleys of unrest set norm of forgotten line of sight vision sights are surreal in abstract light sound of soiled years in confusion elapsed time cherry wood-worked mind maturing sin, a disease of nation application hardware stand still destruction Tuesday afternoon appointment Hating the looks of genetic makeup casual violence deed done relapse synapse studio apartment penthouse playhouse yuppie bimbo make-believe with perfect score SAT Brexit, stage left… must you leave so soon? In a rush Irish? morning traffic Russian ants on paved trail army of disembodied disciples voyeur Templars of diamond age destiny wholly opinionated … Continue reading Lamron Efil

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

These feet

I must be defeated ’cause I can feel it in my feet. they won’t move so that must prove something. beauty in the eye of the beholder is much colder when beauty is the destroyer of I would cry but it doesn’t make a difference to this indifferent wraith admiring my corpse. match-stick make-up of a broken bodied discourse on the arrival of final days of my time here. melt into the spring sun and whisper of devolutions in this archetype of feelings that armored our champions. the blood on the pavement is same in color as the one in … Continue reading These feet