Despite travels with an even tide
A cool sublimation separating hate from the garden
Cool drifting through your afternoon
Whether ripe or rotten

Drinking nectar from the garden
Its bulging eyes and gnawing mandible make their transactions
Brain swimming with nonsense
Heartbeat muted by the abscess of mutation

You're bold like December
The harvest held fast against nature's cruel hand
Your smile is made
Of fire and sand
Your shoulders are made
Of porcelain and ash

You are what you are,
And there's no going back
It's your time to talk
But I'm holding my tongue.

But loose my bad hand, a terrible curse...
You turn to the world
And are not reimbursed
A dignified soldier of love
My sidestepping
Should sneak on by
Like a cat in the night x)

You are walking ******* ambrosia with nectar running through your veins
And I am an American God

**** me up into your ******
Fill me with fear and hatred and disgust til I burst like a bubble inside you
Filling you with laughter and *** and every last drop of innocence

Then I will eat you from the inside out
And you will toss your head back and laugh
And you will seize with anger and pain
And you will be forced to transmutate
And you will feel emotions you should not have ever felt

And you will give birth
To a new son

Iron lords are heavy
Not of just heart
Heavy handed, pete townshend, who are you
The whole 9 yards
Dressed to the nines
Iron bars secure
My iron lord
Glides the metal ghost
On metal tracks

Savor your true heart
Lest it be replaced
By the beam of some structure
A bullet or brace
A bolt or a brandish
A **** or a ball
A chain or a chainsaw
The richest of all

Iron lords adorned
With beads of iron truth
Against living flesh it feels cold
And the room
Buckles in
Like the edge of your death
And pulls through
And leaves you on the other side
With nothing to feel
And open nerve endings

When the truth is iron
It can be blunt or sharp
But keep it away from your ever-loving heart
Or just move to Holland
To the lovely fields of flowers
And stay away from the poppies
Skirt around that graveyard

That's right miss Turner
Who has been hanging on all this time...

She gets it.

What they thought was dead
Will surely come back to life
In an instant of fire
In an instant of life

What they thought was dead isn't dead at all
What they never expected was about to fall

Grave is as graves do
I made this
To make you

If you ever needed a hint,
I got you one.
If you ever needed to chill,
I'd still care.

Because we're smart like that,
Because we're askew.

Autumn leaves sort of half-crunch in my ears
I never really absorbed the full colors of a show

Never really had the drive to show them what it was all about
I was always waiting for you to tell me

And that's why
The world was made for her
With things left for me to do

We used to sing together,
But now it's just you.

well, there goes the championship
brazen ***** gleaming
tattered throat screaming
clanking down the highway like a batshit malfunctioning drone

i'm...
not gonna say
whether we won or lost

you can be the arbitrator
on that.

You're bold like December
The harvest held fast against nature's cruel hand
Your smile is made
Of fire and sand
Your shoulders are made
Of porcelain and ash

It's springtime when our spectrums align,
And you slide into the crook of my neck.

Then in the daytime, neon rebel blood shows in your veins
Even when your bones ache,
Even when your heart breaks.

True blood, a juggernaut girl
And I wouldn't mess with her unless you want a reason to CRY~

What if I got stranded forever on an island,
And your discography washed up,
And all I could feel was your music?

What would I know about you then?

A slow and clumsy turn from disaster,
Enacted by a perverse captain with a fetish for twisted metal,
A bellwether romancer of the seas

A bitter day with better weather,
The amputation of dis-ease

he twisted time and space into a trap
and right now, she's slipping into it
he's got her hooked up to his computer
with tubes and wires
he is pinging, trying to hack her system

lesions tear in her tissue before she feels them.
in the dilapidated throne of his mind,
the knowledge of his rapacity
a grotesque evil guarded by a court in denial

he feeds on her in secret,
numbing her to the feeling of his hungry maw
and he hopes she will not feel the scars tomorrow

that is where she is,
but not anymore
because while i sit on the other side
of these walls of space and time
you broke in
and made the world pregnant with healing

Crusty old guitar
Rusty little digits
Twenty six years old
Death is but a ******

I might just be lying
I might just be drunk
I could still catch fire
******* in the trunk

there is something so eloquent about
you,
there is something so wrong about being
blessed
something so right about being
me

and i think a large part of that is actually you,
with your
lessons
and
good vibes
and
sweet exercise.

it's just true.

fold me in
and in again
pages full of sand, palm trees, blue skies

the gulf is strange and alien,
greenish,
and at night the moon howls like the punctured sky
because i am so insane
because i got here so ...fast.

cars fly to and from the sea,
spinning me

my weathervane will eventually build a surrounding ...structure.
what i lack in confidence i make up for in sensitivity
don't you feel both sides working?
don't you wanna feel both sides working?
but for now i'll dream of prototypes
like leonardo's flying machine.

and she,
she is way too casual with adamant muscles
talking, walking, everything coolly
with a strong knot of muscle in the middle

we walk into the moon with beads of hope
just condensation on our hearts
that collects and glows
when we fall asleep

negligence has formed several kinds of rust
on my skeleton
now a nervous bag of tics
nauseous from chasing my tail

i gave aphrodite an ugly face
i painted it on her with grotesque muscle
blood and guts
then i noticed i was standing in the mirror,
naked
doing something like squeezing toothpaste into my ear canals
while singing a day to remember.

but i always text back
even if its paragraphs of acrimonious diatribe
i always text back
even if i'm just a little
verbose, perhaps
even if i'm just a little gaudy
and stupid
and i overthink everything,
i always text you back

and even if i have the wrong number
even if you called via the moon's reflection in a nasty puddle,
ew,
not my favorite method of contact, by the way--
i always text back

xoxo

Scrimpshle margle daddle boogie,
Marp-a-narp a tok tocken.
Slarly barndis greddle meepshin...

A siddle mibby glockshen.

Naddle bwud a moobleshuggy--
Swaven maddie hopstick.

Aggie brang us Finfelsteenin
Maggy bwangus mopsick.

Gravel raddy hinfle snuckus
(A toddy marsh to tek homin)
Anamabble woddy fuckus, wopple noffin gomin

Amass a rate frark

Beem hoo dussin.

I think I died, he said
And stared right at the sun
The black that started swirling
Watch it overtake the sky

And sickly, from the shadow
Blossomed forth the same **** world
Only, something felt a little lighter
Something, indeed
Was missing...

Whatever it was that was missing from his skin
Left the world lighter
And so more easily let go

Like everything was aerogel
With nothing holding special hell
He remembered standing here before
With chunks torn from his heavy heart

And where he hit his head,
He fingered that old scar.

I could almost tell you something, but I'm afraid that I am dead
I whisper bleak, I love you
Try to hide the words
From God

Something just turned off in me,
I don't know what it is
I'm never sure which world I am inhabiting at present.

I'm never sure which world I am inhabiting at present,
I'm never sure which world I am inhabiting at present.

I'm never sure which world I am inhabiting at present--
I'm never sure which world I am
Inhabiting
At present.

Shut them up, everyone
Saying "you're tripping"
For once we will act
Like this all makes sense.

Way too apparent
Often predictable
Stumbled on something
That no one expects

Kiss you all over
Pick up the pieces
Who would have thought
That she wanted to know?

My life is a joke!
But she knows how to take it
A can of beans
An evening ****

Dindle, dindle
Moffy harat--
Sopol washay kivy Karrem...

Haloolay, binsweepbmigoo!
Dashal lats a hamy dreamdrop.

Ash laren ta wa hoofy morden,
Anwal op tot gooris mork

Hing, sweech, dench, boon:
Ommay carse a see-tee korbin.

Ommay narch a long bingboon.

Ommay larse a leech, leechy bimbat a sa tarray en flelnflap.

Acatosteh.

Decaying skin like mushy black tissue paper
Pull some off and stick it on the wall

I have brain damage I can't find the walk
And I can't find my tongue
But I love to talk

Stare with acid eyes at the wall
Write another poem to Dearah
"Dearah" autocorrects to "search"

What a strange coincidence

I have become strange
My skies have become brown and gray
But I'm still ****, I guess
What a mess

**** me now
**** me now
**** me now

No, god ******
It has nothing to do with her
Yes she is ******* lying.

Today, caressed the face of God
The air displaced
As she walked by
Eruption like
A bolt of lightning

I left my mind, a little string
Of energy--
Spun out from my crown
Like a long, microscopic strand
Of spaghetti

And leaped through the air,
Molecule to molecule:
Nitrogen, oxygen
Nitrogen, nitrogen
!! Argon! Nitrogen, oxygen...
And passed another noodle,
just like me.

And we went into each other's bodies

And yes, we did
Exchange
A look

Touch me with your **** little feet,
In your bright colored ankle socks :3

I don't care if they're holey
I don't care if they're new

Caress my **** with your cute little socks
And tease me til I'm hard as a rock ;)

Laying in bed
With my head by the window
I slip from my mind in a nocturne...

Plinking along golden streams and pearls
Consisting of tinsil and solid gold
Consisting of yellow petals and glitter glue,
Til my spirit gave a drop
Of blue.

I can be the yoni, who are you
I can be the pools of purple, navy trees and deep black breath
Of Everything, opening up
Reforming then,
As you.

So sing into my body,
I'll be back in a few!

With answers that dance
In a cancerous soup...

And I'll placate my palate
With your gems
In my teeth.

my twisted little heart has grown to hate romance
inject it with liquor
and it'll grow a little more

rose petals lose themselves on the wind
only destined to be a passing look

some get caught on fences
and some get caught
in my mind

but none of them taste good for very long
i'm always tearing out pieces of myself and watching them decay
you're always watching me do that
and it's never comfortable, no
no just go away

don't watch me do this

A spider's legs are like eight lies that spread in their several directions.

They are good excuses for the spider.

Crawl into my ear
Stick your fangs into my brain
And let your infection set in me

I don't want to tell you the truth
I want to be robust
The best thing to do to show you the truth
In motion? Injure trust.

Single story
Maroon van
Autumn leaves,
Long flat road

Silence.

Black mailbox,
Light blue door
Blue shutters.

Single mother,
Blue, almond eyes
Taut white skin
Slightly tear dropped
Arms and legs

With round shoulders

Then the room cracked in half

It was the first time she's had the house to herself
In weeks

The room cracked in half

First, it was the faces of family
It was work
Drinking too much and divorce
Familiar things
But then thinning out
She pulled the voids of the universe close to her heart and held them like a ******* child.

WHY

it made him dead
when she broke him with plastic
a suffocating bubble
a fracture formed through the man

they say that is what makes a man,
when you take something from him.

he dissociated:
he was the air pressing on his skin
he was everything outside of himself
outside of his control

then i guess he tore away,
breaking into other dimensions
promising them love
and poisoning this one with his sad, stony eyes.

Bad day, but still mild when cut off by some kid who doesn't know

Felt the universe flip a coin,
Glad it was tails.

Heads for the wine.

****** at life enough to **** some kid on tinder,
But that requires energy.

She stares into the vase and considers how they all hold on just as tight
But some of those flowers were just losing life...

**** it, she says.

& Signs up
For the soup kitchen.

How even when it's bared and worn
(We should probably kick the ****)
Beads of love glisten in the sun every morning
She's got so much
She's got so much
Watch out
They could turn into tears
And start the whole universe through your eyes

Then we'd be sick,
Because we know her well,
But she stands in a broken room
And we'd just face it with words
And skin
Because we couldn't do it
With love

be the juiciest meatsack,
i mean, really govern your meat
let your meaty dance of love
mean satan's defeat.

success is on the way
if you just arrange your meat
in the right configuration
for success to come your way.

and hey now, if it doesn't
well... don't you look at me
i slashed all of your tires
but i live inside the sea,

i'm just your secret admirer!
but that doesn't always mean
that i have the best intentions
for the peace inside your dream.

so juice on, little meatsack
i was joking, by the way
i guess i'm just the doctor
that welcomed you to this *******.

woops

Let the lava lay thick and hot where it will
Let it rebel against the black crust in these places
And allow its eventual slip out to sea here,
Speaking to me in some way
From the depths of magma to the sea
And stars

Darling don't hang on
To clown trinkets,
And let a mad druggist ***** clunker
Go hurling off into the night

When we connect
We break apart

Here's to healing...
There's to art.

Sharkdoze a waisoden,
May kawaki sanden
Iffle wy kaberkisten
An mash dat hazzazen WIF.

Zeekerboxen haddlemat gwerly
Ashoo, ashoo, ashoo

Zeekermoxen ganderbly heekhok:
Manersim widdot gamookie.

Quinhingle zanstermax habeebop

Fwa da pronsenous misgaret, ahsem trungit me ligamo!

i woke up in disparate pieces,
it was hard to reign them in
we don't always get along
but i can try to reign them in

if you just can't stay together
you'll be leaning on the weather
and your body will point several ways
to teach us all a lesson.

i woke up with that old puzzle
love was buzzing on my nightstand
a project i've been working on,
i need to beat the dead line.

it's cold self-separated,
hope my love can stand the weather
i'm hopeful and i'm naked
will my love come back together?

in time,
in time,
the light will make you cry
in time,
in time,
we fall

in time,
in time,
there's so much more than just your life
in time,
in time,
we fall

i woke up with just one chance
but i didn't respect my love
now i have an ugly scar
because i didn't respect my love

when your heart is just a way
to pump TV static to a wilting brain
then your body will point several ways
and teach us all a lesson.

i woke up past six alarms
love was buzzing on my night stand
a project i've been working on
now it seems i missed my deadline

but i made a teacher of the sky,
she said, "Alright, just this one time
I'll let you slide

Yeah, just this time...
I'll let you slide."

in time,
in time,
the light will make you cry
in time,
in time,
we fall

in time,
in time,
there's so much more than just your life
in time,
in time,
we fall

there's a desolate wasteland
that chokes the land of milk & honey
so it's supersaturated,
not every joke he tells is funny

so if a part of you
should wander off
then call a headcount
and keep your party single-file
'cause there's only one way out.

in time,
in time,
the light will make you cry
in time,
in time,
we fall

in time,
in time,
there's so much more than just your life
in time,
in time,
we fall

I think he loves you
But I cannot say for sure
I wouldn't trust him
Have you seen the things he's done?

Oh but it's all your fault
You, who set the ball to spin
I think he hates you
What an awful, awful sin!

a voice that belongs to the winds of the wilderness
strong thighs running like the Susquehanna through its cold, grey morning
she speaks from the hearth of her gut of a lust for life
dives through the waves and into the distance
never to be seen again

I have always hated you,
And you have always hated me.

I never got your schedule down--

One day I burned it.
You took my clothes.

I leave us all hanging when I'm off on my joyrides.

You didn't believe me when she lied.

Sometimes I break things when I get angry.

When I'm upset, it's the most glaring double standard,
And now I'm a little too spun to hold on tight
Or loose--
And that's my fault.

Your culture is so stupid...
You can't Talk about Cancer.

I love finding flaws in your framework,
Poking holes in your politics,
But I always remember
Why law(yers) exist in the first place...
Because we're flawed.

Because we're flawed,
And she is beautiful.

We could be California dreaming
But nothing's what it seems
Would you tune into bodhicitta
/Would you bend to find a meaning
Would you level with me

For a second?

I thought I had it right,
But all my criticisms of you
They just melted into spite
I wanna love you
Don't wanna waste my days and nights
Pretending I'm above you
Like I'm drowning in the light ...

he was a pet name
of troubled origin!

maybe a little more
than just a floating face
with some business behind it.

anyway, i wonder about her dead cat
hers, not schrodinger's
and find myself once in a sea of people.

some of them are weird,
some i haven't yet met
and maybe that's what weirds me out the most
is that i'm only approximately real.

oh, for the love of god...

someone grab me a Dos Equis.

A strong person sends me on my way,
I balk, i
Wish it was time
To remember how to walk

I keep myself occupied, but drugs will transform
I just needed someplace safe and warm

The chaos theory of blowing leaves is threatening
Try not to take it as an insult
The sunlight is hard, but it's yellow

And yellow
Is for *******

Black things you do
That's not my religion
Jaw clenched eyes forward
Jaw loose now, loose
I neither celebrate nor disparage them
Slipping to no crazy place in my mind
Keeping all things balanced
With black things you do

I examine the blood on my wrist
It's not mine
I kinda feel like I learned a lesson

I shrug and lick my lips

I'm still hungry

What gives and what keeps giving
What do we keep doing with it
And what keeps living?

I am turning with the leaves back home,
Tossing and turning and changing colors.

I feel the black stain on the back of my neck,
It hits me hard like a reverse sunburn.

It begins to insult my composition.

I envy quiet self-awareness
A deranged ruminant licking at its cud.
I want your stripped and tightened frame,
But at least I'm fodder for a better day.

You're a good mix all ways.

You're a damsel in distress.

You're a nightmare to conceive,

But you're a good mix,
All ways.

it's been a hard road since we lost control
i can't get right

You might think my touch
Is lovely,
You might think my eyes
Are nice--
You might think I'm not that ugly

All that love
For all that vice

But sometimes love is best resolved
By hoping she finds better life
Sometimes touching only hurts
And good intentions
Lead to strife

He ravages your ****
A dog sticks its nose in ****
What else is new

I need a new girl
And a new chance
To leave her body untied

(Trade in these fake and dumb straps for something real)
Okay just kidding but you see my point

Romance isn't lost on me
I can still make a girl
Fall in love

It hurts
Reading
The poems
Of a mentally ill man

I weence.