Wipe my pollen dust
From your lavender scented
Christ ****** fingers
Milk knuckles shredding
My wings
Like sunburned bible pages
Sighing much like an owl
At 2PM
Or the honey badger
Chewing frozen mice
Behind plexiglass
My heart is a massive
Black bull
Pacing the ring
Always waiting for the sword
Ah! Not anymore!
I am bored of the crawling clocks
I am bored of your necessary
Torture
Today i will call in sick
Burn my wallet
And dance naked
Until moon drown
Im taking my bright orange
Black striped
Silk dotted
Heart back

The women were only a
Distraction
From my own
Growling insanities
And the begging loneliness
I felt it all
As they lied beside me
Microwaved ham
In a hard twin bed
I knew i could never face it
Face it alone
Christ!
What i'd give
To have any one of them
Here now
Death stands behind me
Combing yellow bone fingers
Through my thick luxurious
Mexican hair
And the beer
Takes care of the rest

I am going to buy
A ******* cowboy hat
And lick the heels of suicide
For my 25th
I invited all the guys at work
Then followed with a disclaimer
" i am not responsible for any distasteful or aggressive acts i may, and am planning to, commit at this dysfunctional function"
And the kid at work said
"Ill try to make it, i gotta see this, but i made plans with my girlfriend. Im gonna try to get out of it."
"Just bring her along" i suggested
"Im not takin her anywhere near you man, your disgusting" says the kid
And i didnt mind too much
Because i have skin like a vulture
And am currently reading the
Complete works of De Sade
But i have also read Dostoyevsky's
"White Nights"
And i almost cried
But the kid doesn't need to know that
Let him know me only as the wild
Drunk
That he has heard so much about
Those stories are far more interesting
Than love and loneliness anyways.
I laughed.
"Well...let me know if you can ditch the broad man"
I walked to the break room and read
De Sade's list of different ways to eat
Human ****
He sure got creative in prison
It all made me laugh
Then the girl with the dark tangled
Burning forests hair walked in
And she smelled of the
Death of winter
Pulsating green and the sludge of
Forgotten Decembers
And i could  taste
What Justine was trying so hard
To protect
Well....anyways....
Heres to 25 down
And 25 more to go.
I am the fool
Like Ironheart.

Wildflowers
Of sun soaked orange
And blood soil red
Pale sobbing violet
Dancing gently in cold breeze
Dancing gently in hell fire
They are no doubt alive
Statued in dirt
Reaching toward rain cloud
There is just nowhere else to go
There is nothing else to do
But dance during dog **** showers
But dance during petal wilting
But dance until root rot
Wildflowers
Screaming at the fire
Trembling in moonlight
They are no doubt alive
Forcing themselves to continue
While feeling as insane as
I

25 pale blue julys
My moon floats soggy and
Dimming
Breaking apart and
Sinking
Amongst this
Acid sunshine
I am a peacock in eels skin
And i want to remember to forget
All those awful Septembers
Hack them off of my skin
But they regenerate quickly
Like stubborn tumors
I am just the dust on a napping cat
I hold the bottle up to my lips
Like a samurai sword to the throat
Except with much less honor
I pull the chain on the overhead
Light
It flickers a bit
Then decides to sleep
And the stars follow me like
Night gnats
And i put my body down
Forever or just tonight
It is not up to me
25 pale blue julys
The worm crawls up
Past the rain
Tastes the sun
And laughs

How can I explain?...
You open the 5th beer
And you are sitting alone
You let out a belch that
Tastes like the
Salty 4 AM tide mist water
You look around
And the scenery has become
Meaningless
You start to feel what Sartre
Vomited
On the page
Your surroundings become
As out of control
As they seem
When you are sober
You were right! It's real!
Your insanity starts to seem
Intellectual
You throw your left leg over
Your right knee
Turn up the Ades
Another beer cracks and hisses
Bullwhips, cobras.
When the faces arrive they
Are false, cardboard
You think about that phrase you
Think of all day
When you watch the people
"God, what HORRIFIED lives we live"
Except now you are smiling
You start to think about
How one of these days the sanity
Will drown completely
Choking on that bubbling spit
Foaming, soiled
Green tide
Yeah, that's alright
With me.

Lucid dreaming swans
Perched high upon
Delicate snow branches
Wide eyed, watching
Me
I spit at the roots of your sanctuary
I stand naked as the black bull
Paces
The bullring encircled by flame
He is confused and I
Am lost
He kicks the dirt
And I throw silk purple
Flowing thunderstorm rain
Mockery into his face
I twist in a beautiful
Smirk at death veronica
And I feel the breeze of ****** horn
On my neck
Yes, I am scared
Neither of us will make it out
Alive
He tastes my cape
And I choke on his dust
He stands confused
And I am lost
Why must we keep
Charging and twirling
All of our lives?
We sweat encircled in
Hell flame
Thinking about why it's all
So unfair
Then prepare for the next
Brutal goring or
Brilliant silk tornado
While the swans slumber delicately
Upon the canopies
Of brittle trees
I'd rather be here
Than up there