I choose to not leave this life to escape inborn illness. I choose not to leave to escape the ones I have caught along the way. I choose not to leave to escape the ones I have yet to catch. If I choose to go it will be an escape from immunity. The dissease you know as the mundane. The pain that dies under your skin while trying to infect you. This is what makes me want to pack my bags into that hearse. I don't know if I think things through enough to be a liar. I'm a liar. I'm a liar. I'm a l...

Flies with spit sans wings Cool is the rage but it inspires less pity Than what a giant male mosquito brings Who knows why he thirsts like he’s expecting Maybe no one would listen For every ear given There is a million earfuls worth of criticism And the reason for his vampirism Is all due to confusion over the gender god had given him eager to pounce tipin' and a tumblin' a love letter in a forty ounce with a carved out bottom sitting betwixt the estrous a hellish anestrum expression through ...

The spir-it of the age is a sto-len gen-er-a-tion run-ning a-gainst the shad-ows of the rab-bit proof fenc-es the on-ly thing I’m feel-ing Is eve-ry-thing in-hu-man Because you Bred the self to ex-tinc-tion Because I Hot wired the drives ig-ni-tion Because he Ob-scured the ob-ject from vi-sion Because she Threw E-go in-to a fish bowl and fed it to o-bliv-i-on The spir-it of the age is a sto-len gen-er-a-tion run-ning a-gainst the shad-ows of the rab-bit proof fenc-es

I am sitting here writing as I am. I am writing... afraid to break from the pull. Gravity... a need to permutate. All of my errors in life and verse intact. I am here. One thirty one am... Seasonal Affective Disorder is all in my mind. Anointed ghost mushroom god metabolize my brain. Light. Kill melatonin. Restore my libido. Take me out of this cave. Bring me songs of territory and courtship. Good isn't form. Its the light that shines through... Everyone with fingers is a hack. I am not stone...

Three Sheets to the Wind Now the wind-mills tilt on-ly at my will dance all and sun-dry Three Sheets to the Wind Now the wind-mills tilt We is one o-ver the eight let black shuck see the rab-bit 'cus my vi-sion a-in’t straight on-ly sane out of hab-it but I’d be so vir-tu-ous if I had known how to wait saw some-thing aw-ful the worlds true col-or it left me tap-ping my shoes to-geth-er Just to bring it back back to se-pi-a I wish I was met-al A brass at-las re-sting on four, re-sting on nine,...

well I used to have some friends whose company could be taken without water But now there gone and when I turn too quickly the blue devils put something in the corner of my eye that isn’t there to see I am like everybody else when I am alone thinking those thoughts you get when you are lonely but you know they stop and terror usurps when there is something drawing circles on my knee well there ain’t no satisfaction when it’s a formication crawling on you I don’t care what you do yes when it’s...

When you wiped the door clean with my prayers were you able to pass through it without saying excuse me? Did you feel like every woman in Nietzsche’s eyes? Could your thunder only be drowned with the crack of the lion tamers percussion? The whip and clattering chair of his that I don’t have only the pride knows how it contained your roar or is it sung by all of your horrors that you released hiding only my hope in your box when you knew you were a measurement for someone you say you have forg...

The song of the vigilante is not so different than that of the thief on the government’s payroll Just listen to batman And then the taxman If you can’t hear it your mind is beyond reasons control But if you had to choose one just for a sense of commitment It would be with the thief Because a promise without a sense of danger when broken comes with little relief It’s a safe without a lock It’s yours simply because you needed to say that you chose it You are Zeus attracted by the ox that gliste...

The true astrologer is a cosmic haruspex the night is his altar and it is covered with entrails of every entity he destroys what once was bright but leaves a massive void that is equally attractive the bright obliteration of the sparkling sea foam spiked with sailors blood on the rock that houses the deaths brought by the heads and teeth aligned in military formation of Scylla is transformed by his knife that is sharpened by his sacrifice’s indulgence into the collapsing jaws of Charybdis The...

Title: The Initiation: tonsured by the ghost who guides these nervous hands in haze in right I find myself here tonight just wondering why the things I didn’t want came and the many I did left me there is a corkscrew in the inside of my head that helps me forget and like a spouse on a prison visit its kissing the unsharpened pick axe pressed against the opposite side of my forehead the pain inflicted is dry but their beauty is fluid in how it seeps through everything reaching its appeal the w...