Friday, October 3, 2008
Mortal
My line is finished
Fallen into the blue storms that wither against
The infinite sphere of God's great Plaything
I can see the stepping stones that twist and fade behind me
Skulls of my mothers that dot the ground, whistling embers of a spent fire
Another is out there, a looming wraith of ticking atoms and useless emotion
Dissipating as she wrings her hands
If not for the tightly woven sinews of helpless genes or blind experience
I would happily embrace her
To the sound of sleeping planets
And falling trees
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Weights
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Americo...
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Yah...
...God of God
Death to the burning,
And all those that languor;
Death to all friends,
Family, and strangers
Cling to their robes,
The fruits of your labor;
Hiding your face
Won't banish the danger
Take it from God;
Your minds are your cages
Keeping you cool
While the lifestorm rages
Eating their words,
Shit of the sages
Won't ever soothe
The Crotch Rot of Ages
And all those that languor;
Death to all friends,
Family, and strangers
Cling to their robes,
The fruits of your labor;
Hiding your face
Won't banish the danger
Take it from God;
Your minds are your cages
Keeping you cool
While the lifestorm rages
Eating their words,
Shit of the sages
Won't ever soothe
The Crotch Rot of Ages
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Eee...
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Don't You Fret!
Monday, April 28, 2008
Day Showers
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Corp
Raise my feet, bring them down
Ram rooftops into the ground
Old worlds' blood upon my lips
Black gems gleam upon my crown
Spread my arms and crack the sky
Clamor of six billion cries
Float as gems, a new abyss
In blister-laden clouds I fly
Viscous seas of starlit milk
Empty kingdoms choked with silt
Crown drifts soft through silent storms
Naked scalp is left to wilt
New star pulls me to its fringe
Wrap my arms around my shins
Close my eyes against the Vast
Sleep until new life begins
Ram rooftops into the ground
Old worlds' blood upon my lips
Black gems gleam upon my crown
Spread my arms and crack the sky
Clamor of six billion cries
Float as gems, a new abyss
In blister-laden clouds I fly
Viscous seas of starlit milk
Empty kingdoms choked with silt
Crown drifts soft through silent storms
Naked scalp is left to wilt
New star pulls me to its fringe
Wrap my arms around my shins
Close my eyes against the Vast
Sleep until new life begins
***
Fuck oil.
Fuck oil.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Cupcakes
Please, take a cupcake;
They're free and they're sweet.
The icing will knock you
Right off your feet.
Tastes quite unfriendly,
Though surely, it's sweet -
Something like swallowing
Undercooked meat!
I fear for my mood -
T'was never this sweet!
I fear for my health -
My brain's sprung a leak!
Fear not for your mood;
Won't always be sweet -
Ask every hour
Deprived of its sleep.
Fear not for your health;
Knowledge sweet -
Worth every drop
Of youth you secrete.
***
Watch Strangers With Candy.
It's one of the Best Shows Ever.
Those few unfortunate souls who don't enjoy it
just
don't
get it.
Therefore, they are to be considered lame,
and very much pitied.
They're free and they're sweet.
The icing will knock you
Right off your feet.
Tastes quite unfriendly,
Though surely, it's sweet -
Something like swallowing
Undercooked meat!
I fear for my mood -
T'was never this sweet!
I fear for my health -
My brain's sprung a leak!
Fear not for your mood;
Won't always be sweet -
Ask every hour
Deprived of its sleep.
Fear not for your health;
Knowledge sweet -
Worth every drop
Of youth you secrete.
***
Watch Strangers With Candy.
It's one of the Best Shows Ever.
Those few unfortunate souls who don't enjoy it
just
don't
get it.
Therefore, they are to be considered lame,
and very much pitied.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Through the Wall
Hear the bison as they fall
Tumbling hooves heard through the wall
Pride in every muffled blow
Mangled heap is red and raw
Hear the silence as they thaw
Ecstasy heard through the wall
Air is wet, morning dim
Laughter lost within the maw
(If the neighbors are going to insist on shouting matches during the wee hours of the morning,
the very least they can do is not be so fucking happy the next day.
Or ever.)
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Empty Man
When the day’s long hours
Fall to ruin, fall to ash,
And the sky spits purple
‘Cross the night so vast,
A light can be seen
On the ridge above the hills;
Thin and empty, rusting,
Tall and dark and still
The sun never touches
Where his wild garden grows
He's there, amidst the riddles
Of a stranger's healthy glow
Climb the crags until you strike
The summit, where he waits.
He’ll hold you close, hold you down;
He smells of dust, of fate
The heart crashes softly;
Within his mouth, it shines
The sky becomes a void,
And loneliness divine
They’ll find you there, frozen stiff,
Forgotten and alone.
They’ll stow the husk beneath the earth
While women weep and moan.
Yet when the twilight blooms again
And grief has had its fill,
They’ll see your light, burning bright,
On the ridge above the hills.
Fall to ruin, fall to ash,
And the sky spits purple
‘Cross the night so vast,
A light can be seen
On the ridge above the hills;
Thin and empty, rusting,
Tall and dark and still
The sun never touches
Where his wild garden grows
He's there, amidst the riddles
Of a stranger's healthy glow
Climb the crags until you strike
The summit, where he waits.
He’ll hold you close, hold you down;
He smells of dust, of fate
The heart crashes softly;
Within his mouth, it shines
The sky becomes a void,
And loneliness divine
They’ll find you there, frozen stiff,
Forgotten and alone.
They’ll stow the husk beneath the earth
While women weep and moan.
Yet when the twilight blooms again
And grief has had its fill,
They’ll see your light, burning bright,
On the ridge above the hills.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Modification
Friday, February 22, 2008
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