cimb up the tree
willow it's way into the bark
infect all the apples
make its self at home
reclaim all the apples
the consumer is not alone

look at her gazing through the peep hole.

walk steps back

see a welcome mat pixelate

you're welcome; the end of conversations

.

burn every memory you ever had

destroy that china shimmering spectral coloured plate

leave behind every piece of her you ever loved

dismantle every city cruising wheel of that condescending
heart cauterizing, metropolitan based misedmeanor

how to leave so you can arrive somewhere new
so i never have to bare your kindness, your malice, yourself again.

be free of the pain which was
never meant to be delivered.

cracks a crystal
watch it shatter
watch junkies spree as their whole
lifre is fractured

what a  routine mess unravel
like projectile batter

on the 99th step the fracture of a sturdy ladder

sometimes i feel them
sometimes i don't

sometimes i float on them
sometimes i drown in that oil painted navy blue shade decayed tsunami

sometimes they carry me
sometimes they don't

i wave to you
and i get emotions which lead me a float

i look down and try to feel the beat of where my heart should be
but all i feel is a cavity watiting to be filled and a vegetable of an *****
surviving to beat
survival of the fittest
but the heart don't seem to fit

if i could take a shotgun blow to the head
maybe it would be a nice way to unwind

nukes are going off inside my cranium
and shrapnel pinching its way through me ear BANGING drums

if i could pull a kurt cobaine
i may just be a trigger happy lad tonight

to the night
for this is my last night
tonight if all is
unfortunately done
right
this is my last write.

--- FICTION ----

hy heart unraveled stitch by stitch only to leave a bare unspindled flake aggregated miniwheat like architecture

a fragile graphite layered scultputre precariously placed on a display case in the center of a slipknot mosh pit

people = **** and people = heartbreak

tip
15
30
46.6
90 degrees

and a collapse a smash a new abstract piece entitled

just as a 18th century mid roman vase were to shatter
no amount of super glue could restore this ****
no amount of super glue was meant to
it was never meant to (glue just ain't that super)

and if it were doped and galvanized in a bit of antimony for strength and support
but your touch is truly my favourite ash charred expansion of arsenic