November 2010
33 posts
October 2010
27 posts
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this charming man
murder,my sweet
farewell my lovely
who would've thought
I actually like my job, it’s almost fun.
A skylight illuminates
us all in this slightly irridescent
living vessel
we call the world
the marching band will twirl
and dazzle
and then
tumble fumble
fall
rolling down the unbalanced ruptures
of what we refer to as buildings
we will laugh as we watch heroically
on clouds
above the rest of you
every
mocking
sneer
will drive you to madness
if you were not already in manic panic from this shallow water which you have delved deep into
swirling curses
erupt from your half bitten lips
you let it in
you let it out
all malarkey from yesterday
has dried to
a wasted plate of drivel
for tomorrow
your blood purrs to the rings of your ears
and your wrap yourself up gingerly
careful now
you could let you go
relax
the relieving ecstasy you breath out of your nose into the swindling bubbles of life
as we know it
you forget the conjumbles of the
tick
tick
tocking
of the circling hand
and you remember a golden lamp igniting
on
off
on
off
battling with the surrounding aroma of a dark night
though pleasureable you muffle your natural human sounds to hear the beat of prudence
prancing and trancing
in the curvature of your feebleness
your fingers slip into the sunset grasping onto
a hairless spineless piece of body
positioned before your own subconscious
toast to the fallen
hear to the broken
grow beyond salty seas and mysterious cities
have another shattered glass
but please
don’t choke on the shards
as the drink trickles by your tongue
and the pieces mercilessly sabotage any poor flesh standing in it’s way
swallow it
but please
be ambivalent and ne ver mistaken
the clarity for needles and pins
swallow me whole and let my voice entrance
your dangling dreams which hang on a thread stuck in the midst of your drying throat
breathe every portrait in
because soon they’ll be wrapped in the gift of skin
and sent to the gazing sun
the last hour is drawing near
the shrill feeling of a winter’s chill
burns your feet
rising
rising
elevating to shaken knees
crawling up bump after bump
of your now cordless spine
fumbling down
hands down on dissolving dirt
your skull scorches lastly
your eyes blush
all fades
letting go
darkness draws in…
the sun rises
5:20 am tomorrow I wake up, and an hour later throw myself onto the train heading to work in a half awake state finding myself five hours or so later seated in my literature class writing a 1 hour inclass essay on obscenity, sexuality, censorship and bullshit ill need coffee but it’ll be too late these next forty eight hours will be a living hell but hopefully ill find myself shedding this dreadful mood and i will look okay sleep sleep sleep no codeine
boys
reading american psycho
