Blasphemer
An eye for an eye
and we both hear a lot more.
we've been here before
listening to the same
short wave
radio
under the same
southern endings
emergency broadcasts explaining
..//God... fired the dreamer//..
the setting was a night like any other night.
It was so fast
you could taste the blood
before you bit your lip.
If you wanted revenge
you could only kill yourself once.
The silence in the ruins
of temples buried in that
mess you call a head.
How many times i sacrificed virgins
in those moon pool eyes.
My volcano erupted constantly
Blowing ash across the sheets
an atmosphere
we choked
each other
in.
The safe word....
the safe world,
sitting in a manila envelope
on the black vinyl interior
of the Kennedy assassination motorcade ,
the devil drove that day.
The same story
it never made it.
Bummer tracks
rails in a miami blizzard.
bicycle cro magnon
waiting for the postcard
from the topless springbreak
where date rape
was "in" in LA.
grape gatorade
electro-lighting motel toasters
grilled cheese skirts
smelling like cardboard
from the pizza face.
on the floor.
We exorcise our fears
by fucking anything
that feels warm enough
to keep the disease
dormant til the doorman
is looking down on you
from the time
you thought
a hand was coming
from the clouds
just for you.
in the end it was just you.
and we both hear a lot more.
we've been here before
listening to the same
short wave
radio
under the same
southern endings
emergency broadcasts explaining
..//God... fired the dreamer//..
the setting was a night like any other night.
It was so fast
you could taste the blood
before you bit your lip.
If you wanted revenge
you could only kill yourself once.
The silence in the ruins
of temples buried in that
mess you call a head.
How many times i sacrificed virgins
in those moon pool eyes.
My volcano erupted constantly
Blowing ash across the sheets
an atmosphere
we choked
each other
in.
The safe word....
the safe world,
sitting in a manila envelope
on the black vinyl interior
of the Kennedy assassination motorcade ,
the devil drove that day.
The same story
it never made it.
Bummer tracks
rails in a miami blizzard.
bicycle cro magnon
waiting for the postcard
from the topless springbreak
where date rape
was "in" in LA.
grape gatorade
electro-lighting motel toasters
grilled cheese skirts
smelling like cardboard
from the pizza face.
on the floor.
We exorcise our fears
by fucking anything
that feels warm enough
to keep the disease
dormant til the doorman
is looking down on you
from the time
you thought
a hand was coming
from the clouds
just for you.
in the end it was just you.
--
XI.
The Lovers.
Everyone is
as they are.
You change all the time
because youre sick of a mirror
in your childhood home
reflecting an image of your prior self
and you see
from where ever you are,
it see's you.
I have a small bird
that whispers
old stories
about things i should have
never known about her..
about him...
about them...
the bird flies through the bars
and the brick falls through the window
the silence is calming
the cold air
numbs a broken finger
and a sleep
is given
and forgiven.
Put ice on a razor and freeze you in your shoulder.
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