I told myself I would write but there’s nothing to say the whore at my core says to go fuck something but I don’t have what it takes to go to war today the sun goes dark in the park I watch and wait for the Hand of God to crush all of this disease into a neutron star I don’t think he will but I must be patient ’cause I do not think he’s far ponder push plush plundering pulverizing prideful personal passions preponderant, perforation pleasures pause, pun, passive in passing puking porous published politics please, prequel perplexing Pacmans … Continue reading E, clip, see
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
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
the curvature of the earth rippled in response to your posture a black sun took a run at my masculine knocking me further into this piecemeal suit plastic and straw armor I use when attempting to combat level after level of your dungeon morass of emotions tossed into bin to recycle become something new subsequent quintessential attempt to hold vortex aluminum foil hat ticker-tape pasteboard facsimile of myself in retrospect little black one, you ponder ways to engage the space in-between the lofty neon peace found at table coffee takes our order sultry dark dark dark silk sustenance grants a … Continue reading quintessence
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