Curses and Evolution

Scattered swarm
buzzing stinging
summer breezy
vacant eyed
cromagnon ice blocked
bitter boxed
and empty bagged
pretending to be a human
going places
being.

I have time to kill
that i borrowed
from dangerous jars
under my bed
full of ghosties
and ghoulies
that disengage me

Detached thoughts
like tornadoes in your shower drain
turning in a tunnel of endless waste
asking why when im flailing my arms
hoping Final Destination XII stars an
unsuspected no-named man
riding his bike into oncoming traffic
and deaths fingers are twitching in my
already shifty gears

snatching out the lights
like the last blown bulb
in a good idea factory.

If i was stronger like you
 id be self reflecting and repaving
my new identity still
drying with empty ass prints
from the lazy kids
i get desperate enough
to let shit all over me.

Im doing my best to keep
a smile on this jagged tooth mouthpiece
killing enough beers and weed
to make a highschool party
want to cut open my rib cage
and find out where the home my heart
is snowed in is.

On some rare occasions
i feel a subtle vibration come from
an empty space where they say
your restless soul lives
in a vegan cafe
profound kind of way 
that gets pussies so wet
thinking you're deep til they get disappointed
fifteen minutes after netflix vomits some monstrosity
and you realize you just dont wanna die alone.

And now im not so sure i wanna die
with watching eyes.
 An audience or an echo are going to get me the same hell
for the things ive done
and thought
and manipulated
and maneuvered
and wrecked
and crashed
and burned for.

I will always be shipwrecked
on some fucking coast
with cracked knuckles
shifty glances
looking back fondly on the five year stretch
of handsome youth i squandered
being trusting and caring

Forged by holy fire
and jesus blood
constructed out of
hexed wood
from doomed voyages
in to the brave new world.

I am
the way i was made to be.

 

Interdimentional Shift

Amalgamated creature
double feature
censured southern son.
Culling the midnight black
from the fading sky.

Vacuum space apartment
the gods playing pool
downstairs ball bust
through the night
swinging cigar comets
wizard smoke pours through
the floorboards of my Sanitarium
Planetarium

Slowly my quicksand fingers
ring the evaporating glass,
telekentic echoes
like heartbreaking wifi.

25
still alive
and in love
with dead people.

I get up everyday with the faint taste of blood
and shakey teeth
from biting off more than i can chew
and wrestling for life in the lions den
of my dreams.

Such an eccentric boy
filled with confusion
gamma rays
and a black box
filled with more
I.O.U's
and im sorry's
weekly trips to the sun
dumping feelings into the sea
is a fulltime chore.

Red sea
apollo-gizer
a million times the speed of light
drifting deeper
where days blur together
and you dont sleep
you lean back in cane furniture
craning your head
with a dying cigarette
reflecting on the times i could have did things different
and
the exact moments
where they went wrong
as you drift off at the wheel
of your cerebral mothership.

Den of Bears

A short story.

Soundtrack:

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Water slides
through her silk roots.
The warden of the cold sun she was.
Feathers and fox blood
flowing from the chalice
tipped back
she was the deity of destruction

Wolves fur mantled over
her thin frame,
plastered firmly
around her milk white shoulders.
When she walked
the ground blighted
and burned
never to bare fruit
for endless seasons
the curse looms
in roman numerals.

Salt of the earth,
Hair of the moon-gazer
so black it swallowed the light.
the wind howled over her cracked skin.
A desert that never ended
but ended many deserters
who challenged the thorns
which hedged her exterior.
Like an oasis of beauty
pumping toxic waste from
the breast of the earth mother.

Snake venom taster
leviathan heart .
Neurosis catcher
Dream crusher.
Boulder thrower
going
to the dead gods.

Return to sender son.
raised by wolves
Wandered the sand
leaving layers of peeled skin
in footsteps
that are lost among faux waves
of never ending.

Foe waves,
i return dagger stares.
spit in-between exhausted breathes.
Tired of pulling these rattling chains.
haunting myself.

I have come in search of loving shelter.

She smirks a dead smile.
"I am the den mother"
piled bones,
A throne of misery
she sits back and reclines
semi-sided and draws her thin
long slender finger to a curl
extending it repeatedly
drawing me in.

Her nostrils flared.
exhaling visible breathes.
eyes fixed
an unbroken stare.
A specialty for finding old wounds
and feasting on the vintage
of time cured wine.

Her eyes fade from focus in ecstasy.
her belly swelled and sloshed
as she threw her hair back and laughed
letting the last drops fling upward
and back down across her face
running down her chest into
thighs.

"You are nothing
i am everything.
I am the end
as you are my morning.
I am filled
as you lay empty"

True.

"You have traveled an eternity
as i have never moved.
You have exhausted
as i am insatiable
and have sustained."

True.

"Say something!
How scared it feels....
To be alone,
To be consumed
To be cast aside
"

i am not scared
because dying
isnt everything.
i am not alone
because you are here.

Her eyes begin to widen
as she senses everything
isnt as it should be.

i too have drank venom
under the red moon

She begins to feel the aching
in her stomach grow stronger with each passing word
as her precious blood slowly
begins to flow out from her still flared nostrils,
they begin to relax. . .

I too have challenged the gods
and fought long cold nights.
In search of others
and others found me.
slinging stones
and shattering bones
instead of giving me shelter
in homely arms
and pillow chests.

I was never finished,
crawling further to an ending
where the hollow sound
drowns out your agony and spite
as you are snared by your own doings
and only you
would collapse on to knees
and know that just the opposite
has taken hold.

though it is cold
and i am alone
and my hand is shaking
i am not afraid

Yes i am
here mortally snatched
in passing
with empty belly
while you sit full
and feasted of pestilence.

Her eyes begin to roll back
as she makes final pleas.

for i am nobody and my life
is just your day.
Im sorry
but this day is eclipsed.
You will never see the light
or feel its warmth again.

and
Yes i will die
here today
but not before

the end...

You
cum way
harder than you
want to
when thinking about
the people you
hate the most.