The weeping matriarch plug
Cloistered in solemn filth
I closed my eyes
Wandered normalcy devoid of our interrogations
A diatribe coddled in the matriarch plug
Differences don't make it any stronger
Only worse
Standing rivets clacking in unison
Where was the ancient decay fraction?
Possible poison
A Leather mask dipped in perfumed water
(Coughing surges)
Time cackled sapphire strobes
An Undulating whisper preparation
Elastic life force half undone and half beaming
Missions blocked in a paragon of fury
Choked thrusting baubles
Were they shiny, or left to rust?
Loin oyster bliss-guard answerable question
Saturated unity disease
Undone, cracking light shelf
Interned prophet terms exposed as running sores
Drained and lifeless
A hole that never closed
A stick weighted down by water
A caress that never rewound
An hourglass burnt and supple
Give up your name and toss back your ribbons of hair
Give up and give fast
Faster and faster
Over and over
I closed my eyes
I closed my mind
The first cold reproach of an animal drive was heightened into a surge of preventive distress/inflicted entropy. No one could alienate themselves from mulling over the upper talons of this illogical morass. When I went under your statements, something prevailed upon me. What am I to do with forward motion that circles upwards and backwards, a slick, hard shard pushing slopes and impossible frontiers? I killed this head-rush with blown, anemic disregard. It flapped from my jowls and corrugated the impudent seedlings. I was sick and consternated as I moped around the serpent's labyrinthine mind. An unusual tension sacrificed the orifice time. I wasn't able to reproduce the diagram, although I tried and tried and tried. I approximated:
1) Lonely gimping flotsam
2) Paraplegic's cotton CANDY
3) Lovely, lovely tremors
4) Smiles dip your savior's candle
STATIC overtures mixed with a fat wimpy milk plop
Nonplused iterated non-convention
Conventionally mimed blurbs
Sutured overgrown hazard limpy limped fuck boy
Lined smoke and coal gutted
Empty re-empty amber bottles
Under bastion plowed collective
Iterate threw and thrown
Low piston warped and fitted
Frisked blistered wet nun
Done and ready
A fat wimpy milk plop
Very, very short and VERY desexed
I have fallen through the trash display. Motions overwrought with fiery bruises. To placate the burden, I emptied the moon lattice over-sight. Blood desiccated in lonely foreskin strips leading nowhere. Vomit hailed on the moaning ground self-annihilator. We wept for the prism guard, but found our tears to be in vain.
I would love for you to come!
One finger away from death, and inching closer and closer.
Hair a matte of tangled webs.
Sour and despicable lips.
Blood flowing to the chest and cheeks.
Eyes dilated and brimming.
Watch what you look for.
Hoping for a straight exit.
No.
Silent incantations enveloped the night. A fiery vertigo seized my temples. I fell to the ground exhausted, only one foot from the loosened door. I stuck my mouth in the dry earth. I chewed and swallowed. My mind erupted in a constellation of remorse for what I was about to do. What I must do. I gathered myself together and got up. I opened the door and walked to the crooked alter. Surging rites in mixed air, everything being limpid and disgusting. A main point of interest clogging the mirror. Murky eruptions of caterwauling systems. I loosened my belt, one notch from disease. A sagging torrent of amnesia. Quite simple flesh-noose.
It is seven years long, this corrupt rainbow that unties sex and restrings my tilted force. I play it like it doesn't matter. Orphans wander in the gutted streets, oblivious to the eye that unfolds and wraps the lights in black ash. I came up and bounced back to the sixth. What did I see? You were there tied up and whistling some tune I faintly remembered. On a bed of Sodom. On a bed of nails. Completely entwined in a fake demonstration of what it is and where it should be. I don't know anymore. Perhaps I never knew. It doesn't matter. I look at the palms of my hands. The eye closes again. I clench my fists. Where does it start?
Imagine the headdress saturated with mercury. A pederast of cognition bleating out unknown numbers. A blithe partition separating agony from itself. I have unearthed the suction devoid of reason. Bristling midnight air. A sarcophagus of phlegm burnt and disputed. Mortuary abandonment in crystal ponds. This bleak wind rifles past my head.
I tie the knot that whittles reason. I abandon my post and sacrifice the gloaming. Nocturnal beings crisscross the hornet's nest. It was green and sulking. Beating faster and faster. Where is the frothing mind-beam we were willing to decry? I have waited far too long. Nothing really matters that much anymore. It contains so much more than we were willing to let go. I let go. Where has it gotten me? The third party has to answer that question. It lies vacant and turned over. Kill the engine and wait for the eternal pardon. Burst forth and cripple your post. Undo yourself. I am already undone and dripping.
Itemized decay.
Ruptured light.
Frowned in purple silk.
Blood bathed in eggs.
I awoke in a sharp box.
Time unknown.
Everything unknown and moribund.
My eyes stinging and recalcitrant.
I must find it.
I must find it, and I will.
Echoes mixed in the wide-open air.
I am done for.
I would go, but I can't.
Write back if you will.
I'll open your blistered letter.
The words will pour out like a ruptured sore.
Vile, upper handed leaches.
Razor futurism boils.
Numbed.
Dead.
Alleviated.
Mind.
Second thoughts.
Alone.
Drifting skull
Soft skull
Broken and deadened
Numb flesh crinkles
Holy sockets
Flower dimples
Smooth entrance
Perforated tresses
Covered tresses
Lonely, hopping, guilty festoons
Lively, animated, guilty fruit wax
Bubbling, hot eruptions
Drifting skull
Soft skull
Errant feathers
Delinquent feathers
Legs as wings
Legs in winding
Hot breeches
Take off mumbling
Sorry cog-fix
Motion simple
Hostile markers
White markers
Dirty markers
Broken parts mimed in undertow shopping
Gimping and saucy meal time pleasure
Inveterate hopes and diced up dreams
Conflict purchase and an influx of disco
Lovers' purses with bruises tic-tic
Dimes and nickels spent on skirt less
Open fissures hypnologic murk ire
Done up sin toss lights in sequence
Missionary cripple flights and burst-less seasons
Time and saunter dimwit amble
Fines and remote coffins awkward splinter
Crosses backed codpiece mobile
Overdone meat pies blankets hobble
Meat-cry Meat-why meatless shiver
Into past cries open fist cries |
