I. Temper temper temper Speaking 31 flavors Of madness, you stalk me once again Dance in iris tourniquet Titan Breaking through seals Make the deal A Devil sits at my table Progenitor of pale hollow The air in here is casual A callous malice whispers Pressing upon all the dreams Dying in the cracks Of the floor II. There’s a model of your bathroom from the old apartment in my heart where you live. there’s a deal with a Devil on my mind why is negotiation such a grind in this place there’s a Giant at my table talking about … Continue reading I.II.III.
Eyes grind limestone Words of cement Sawdust and blacklung Fissure and crevice Glacial impositions Of quiet magnitude calm animus in half-life of atomic decay little clocks tick-tock drip-drop will not take slow affliction painted in silence marked on stone bitter heart laws inland multiplicand of crushing forces creating tiny grains slipping through all of those grasping fingers you are the first of your kind last to grasp finality of time in the ending etched all over shapes of zeroth harmonic quartz and carbonate kinetic, tectonic triturate what you once were compress and macerate brushed from hand onto lonely beach once … Continue reading greater>than
FIFY I forced my heart into the shape of your hate I piled all of your shit upon my plate I followed the leader like a good soldier thought it would fall away as I got colder I crushed your anxieties and snorted them I cooked your expectations and mainlined them I drank all the guilt and drowned in it the questions I had are meaningless now are you happy with black tied lies? look at what you have done look at what I have become insignificant I put it in my pipe and smoked it dreaming of azure clouds … Continue reading FIFY
turn pages on the sun lost and I’m loaded corals curl under my eyes gettin’ high on dragon smoke I dance with Ms. no one she tells me I’m fine but I know I’m gonna die we’ll turn another page on the sun sing about mercurial days many ways we wanna win eat this porridge of sin don’t know where to begin I know to top it with some butter you can’t wipe it off your chin that shit stains you forever Ms. no body says I’m fine I know that’s her only line ’cause she’s all in my head … Continue reading Turning pages that I can’t read-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
In the darkest hole, you’d be well advised Not to plan my funeral ‘fore the body dies, yeah Come the morning light, it’s a see through show What you may have heard and what you think you know, yeah Let the sun never blind your eyes Let me sleep so my teeth won’t grind Hear a sound from a voice inside Sure to play a part, so you love the game And in truth your lies become one and same, yeah I could set you free, rather hear the sound Of your body breaking as I take you down, yeah … Continue reading OP’s TSotD-Alice in Chains
vertical, this vertigo pulling at lips dusky corners, beseeching. hand-me-down run-around doe eyes, darkness. timber, pine cinders wind the clock upon mantle counting time since before war or two for me, you. This diffidence is feral, infantile. Claim the field reddening grasses tattered flags, satin. linen you lie in hyperbole distance color of indigo weeping softly, so soft, as to capture whisper fine mesh chinois filter sound to only meaning. sagging braggadocio quiet politicos sign double entendre. Where now will your breath go? keep it slow. ever, ever so very low. image courtesy of Pinterest Continue reading low