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
hey Brooklyn I heard your voice the other day radio man said that you had made the Big time that’s mighty fine for you hey Brooklyn how have you been? I can’t sing but I though I’d write you a song how are you holdin’ on we’re too far gone to cry now we’ve been too long apart. seven and change since you said goodbye the future always seems to pass me by it’s lonely here I thought I’d let you know never wanted any tears or sorrow not from you maybe, that’s partly true I kinda hope it makes … Continue reading hey, Brooklyn
one two stop incision, incision (crevice) callous differential calculus teratology precept within corn syrup extant, independent of atomic clock (your gravity disrupts its accuracy) render madness in spoonfuls mutilated precision, gnashing of teeth mutant perfection or free formed dodecahedron mindful now of chattering cinnamon hands below the waist and rope burns in a (T)rapist van waste away little hopes forensic apathy a stretch to maven viral proxy cast klaxon call over maple fields in all ways the same, always the same wave-particle duality forces action different paths under observation there are no solutions, querilous complexity hook in mouth like spring … Continue reading inconsequential fallacies and the hands of tiny gods
deft, and I am deaf christen the noble night unfettered truth runs freely far and away I creep slipshod for the nonce waving pitch black monikers I pick a name that means blood on the pavement caress internal incest those games that are played behind the closed door rickshaw me to the next gambler’s den and when we arrive I fail to see the birth of my death or the beginning of your end neither suits this ignoble deed by murder we go and all for show I lust after the rotting lies you brought in from the cold we … Continue reading Dark Moniker