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twenty four, sleeping on the floor
twenty four and there's so much more

lupus, lupus

peeling off your skin
so paper thin
each tear
a prayer
for a dying white wolf
twisting knots in my hands, my stomach
your heart beats
to the drum
of a long forgotten past
help us mother
save us from ourselves
i want to surf your icy shores
plunge into the blue abyss
caress your rocky face
breathe your salty tears
the solo thrum
has ceased
but a new chorus is already being written

prosperity for posterity

a pact signed in blood wasn't enough.
the awful truth reared its ugly head,
evil grin spread from ear to despicable ear.
cancer's sweet tooth,
impossibly insatiable.

lather, rinse, repeat

soup soup soup
nuts
soup soup soup
nuts
soup soup
nuts
nuts
soap soup soup

dear god, i'm bored

i'm bored
dusty floorboards
creaky chalkboards
board the train, the plane
get outta town!
i'm bored
i heard a hawk cry today
and now i'm bored
i tell you my plans and you,
you yawn
you're bored
you poured over books
you pored milk over cap'n crunch
and now you're board
every single pour
and every sinful pore
is a boar

love is gross

so, tumblers of puke
and bloody condoms
remind you of me, huh?
sorry
i guess i'm not that
sentimental
you remind me
of enchanted forests
and goddamn
beautiful sunsets

haikus not bombs

waves resonate from
angelic voices wrapping
around tight tendons


///

A miracle to
hear these sweet praising songs, feel
the lovely bloodflow

see food

can't wait to get old
so i can get drunk
and go grocery shopping
and ramble at the clerks
about the President
like they give a flying
fuck.

holy///daze

riding the train when you are kinda stoned with music playing kinda loud is like being on a ride. i just wish they would turn the lights out so i could see outside better. riding on that purp/seeing the ill family, makin 'em brownies cause hallmark said i gotta give thanks. sure i love these people but why today? why now? because we all have the "day off" - that's how.

ode to the neaq

creatures of the sea, living
completely unnatural to their true being
but somehow it brings
me peace
i feel a hypocrite,
valuing freedom and independence
while keeping prisoners locked up,
solely dependent on daily feedings
if not provided with sustenance
surely they would perish
myrtle the turtle -
where would you be
without your daily allotment of greens?
and spike, pufferfish
what if there were no clam meats,
lovingly cut up
and fed to you by hand?