Pressure Switch

You have been brewing
in a cauldron of self loathing
with your head in the ground.
blocking out the rays of the sun
peeling back layers of atmosphere
to reach out and taint your skin
from white to grey.
How it must feel to live in the deep space.

The heavy weight
butterflies feel in death throes
on an african coast
beg to differ with my afternoon planner.
The thunder from car bumpers in the distance
flashing lights
and vomiting monsters in the fresh moonlight.
The steam is lifting from the streets.
I like to think the city's soul is escaping.

Finally put to rest for an evening.

The sounds of clanking metal
and snapped carpel bones
are the soundtrack to my astronaut vacation.
I exist around places you would know or go
but the copper taste in my mouth
has a different frequency only dogs can hear.

The green grass
from the devils garden
floods the entry to my holy temple
I witness the world from the reflection
of the panel glass in the witching hour.
3:33
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All the lights go out
the air is a musty southern hint of rough sex
and painkillers.
She would always tell me about the ways
the scars on my body reminded her of ex lovers.

How they were so much better
and the way the stars collapsed when my eyes rolled back
and stopped giving a fuck
a head injury for a headache.
a broken rib for a heartbreak
a cast for a curse.
I will always be a friend
you remember in daydreams or
on deathbeds.

Shredder.

update incoming.

XIII

Biked all day.
listened to sweet jams.
I hope to see
how things turn out.

What the fucks the point. . .

You smell like i hate you
You taste like old news papers
from past tragedies

everything i do never
set precedence.

I was the last ride
of a dead president

good dreams
and assassinated
character.

Now the days move slower
than honey on cold glass.

I make love to the street post illuminated night
losing time in private properties

buckled feet
to the animal mother.
save for a few fights.
my time could be worse.

i could still be making childhood visits to
Dade county correctional.
clutching crosses till my palms bleed

a miracle
i made it this far
escaping to the golden gates
and all the noise
of people thinking for me.

I did my best
and sometimes i had to except
that somethings you just cant win
no matter how hard you try

Morning comes.
I fall to hell
and fold my hands in prayer
that i make it out of the coffin
card
in a gypsy's hand.

XIII...

oops sorry im tight.

Cowboy Killers

the god of molasses
every time my crusty shutter
open to the the morning harbinger.

a constant plaguing sound.
humming in my ear
the deafness
a hollow sound.
uneven balance
in old broken shoes
keep me a skilled navigator
of unforgiving waters.

Just another fifteen minutes...
The rotery belts turn
crushing the ice
into my steam conductors.
hydrolic arms push
the earth further from
fantasy into the hard lights
of another day
full of nicotine exposure
and a cerebellum implosion.

Vacant green eyes channel the glass
on the drives across town.
my voice is in recension
but its bad all around.
NPR zombies
drinking my brain jelly.

The neutron star
on the edge of unfathomable journeys
apparently began dumped out
at the local gas station
educated guesses would say
i get lied to every mother fuckin day.

shred it and forget it.

If trust was a cheap thing
Momma would've raised a fool
spitting seeds across the city
shooting my sewers full of toxic waste.
breathing in paint thinner
sitting naked
on magnetic north
in Pluto's summer solstice

I may be fucking crazy..
but at least im not stupid.

Deathcatcher

I weave threads
gray with time
silk followed folds
binding the edges
a bone of an animal i killed
a feather of the bird i live to be

the dresser vibrates
the bible crusher
vodka obstructed message
has traveled from space
and back
to destroy my nightmare.

The sleeping giant wakes
scouring the wasteland
eating the ultra violet radiation
creating fusion in the dead reactor
powering the gospel of past spirits
that've been further down the road
im walking along.

a church
with no organ.
you dont lose much faith
when the deafness sets in.
ringing constantly
folded hands
trap the last light.

The evil eye
fuels the vultures appetite
a stiletto touches me deeper
than cheap words
hanging me from noose
with every wrong letter
the floor slides out
a
little
mo_e

the swan drops the sound
if i was drowning
would you see how blue
i could get before you
placed a straw
on my lips
to smoke a farewell cigarette
while you pop my last breathes
as they float to the surface
inhaling the essence.

A firing squad
of anxiety
cluster fucks my quick reflex
to fight or flight
when im all out of forgiveness
and short of breath on retreats
for other days.

the war is over
but the battles never stop
like the out of touch Japanese
my eyelids set
on a rising star
where instability
is defined
by bursting bolts
and gauges with broken needles

you spin the charm above your bed.
you spin the charm below your ankle.
a curse is lifted for a night
and the feather knows a road
where a few letters
could save a soul.

what i think about.

What i really do..

holdin on.

Dr 3D

We sit down and watch tee-vee
in three dee
on telemundo
with the subtitles on
pretending im moved
by the ballads of corrupt politicians

The ants on my skin
dig in the trenches
for the holy war
i always attributed
to afternoon cold sweats
the awkward facial expression
mouth half hammered open
in the back seat with
a heart beat reaching mild cardiac

arrest.

I lean forward and tuck
my spinning visions between my legs
and breath deeply
oh god fuck fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckk
and the moment passes

i am on the verge of constant meltdown
some nights my ex soviet union bloodcells
and cosmonaut skeletons drifting around in deep cerebellum space
have forsaken me with the promises of revolutionary dreams.

Not dyslexic hand writing
and a faulty machina in the face
of steam powered afternoon gamma rad exposure.
You were built on a family of cuban cigars
and dutch architecture
the lead paint interior
keeps so sweet
as well as avoiding public crisis
a small star
a soul

falling out
and
consuming everything
returning all the fucking shitty things i never deserved

back to sender.