dun

It’s over
I’m done
I can’t do this anymore
It’s nothing to me
More to do
More to say
Verbal treadmill has me aching
Cost of time found lingering in the ethos
Number land drifting as ones and zeroes
Mind slogging through the fog
Distant reminder of deeds left undone
Fight to return from this
Temporary distraction
This is it
It has to end
Too much time spent
Too much life gone
Here it sits
For you to read
The last of this
Is all you see
Now I leave
Trail of letters
Something to find
A year gone by

stupID

Bullshit

Don’t tell me
You’re a liar
A real liar you
Gray wearing matter of facter
Terrible detractor
Backdoor handshakes hand shaking back stabs
Continents in blood
Running for the hills women and children
Tripped and fell on the hillside
Roll and roll and break bones crack snap echo
Distant conundrum
Truth bleeds through LCD fingertips
Keep digging through ones and zeroes
Lost time of nothing truth always on the lam
Said grandpa did it for Uncle Sam
He didn’t know what the fuck he was and why and how he just
How could we all be so stupid?

So goddamn mother fucking stupid

elLIPsis

Isn’t it just natural to think so?

There’s no other way to put it

So natural to be so

Can’t imagine it any other

Felt every breath like
Moments together as
Images blurred like
These bodies so

Force between us
Here this
Now this
Right

You brought me to a place without
Somewhere between where
Spaces of nothing
How could it

If that air was
And we were
Touch me
We can

If I could move slower I

If we could make it last for

It could be all there is to

All we’d ever

phil

Driven far beyond the watcher
Candlestick cove
Grave cast early morning condesnsation
Wall was cold
Wet on my fingertips
Back of my throat cracked
Air was heavy
Damp

Light started from nothing
Eyes used to finding their own way
Feet floated over the rocks
Something was moving but I didn’t know what
Thought I was alone
Had to remember that it was impossible to be
Never just one
Or always

Staring off
You imagine his last thoughts
Life defined by roles
How can you be sad when you never knew him
Selfish is the audience
Depression from having to cling elsewhere
Broken branches fall beneath the climber
Thought to himself only halfway and then it began

If just nothing more then where do the lost go
If more then how
Someone knows
Everyone cares
But there he was on a stained carpet
Manipulator of the vessel
Toy for the laughing
Object for manipulation

 

so so pretty

Just there for the amusement
The beautiful ones
The young ones
Innocent and pure
Muscular and veral
Hairless
Desire
Stainless
Caught in flesh
Feast for the mind’s eye
Powerful demonica
Grateful slate
Abused use
Cast away
Control
Ounces added up
Quench
Lonely beginnings
Screaming ends
Death for all ages
Careful where the serpent bends
Don’t look at their eyes
Teach you to forget
Oh pretty
Pretty
Petty things
There’s more than meets
Ties and hankerchiefs
Linen cut mansions
Bridal cloth ritual
Blood stains the harp

We

All the same and intertwined together
Caught in a snapshot by eagle feathers
Anointed sons of founding fathers
Blood lines red and white and blue
Clench fists with structural oppression
Dominance a cloth instilled ambition

Iron and steel and fire and death
Wave the flag from right to left
Cast your vote to kill the Earth
Imagine what the soul of a child is worth
Ask for change on faithful investment
Receive a loss for mind’s resentment

Breathe in and sigh without remorse
All together bring about a path to course
Voices low and high and true between
This is not all that life should bring
If ever there was truth let it be free
Today is the tomorrow where I becomes We

nothing

My wrists hurt
bent back sanctum

My mind is numb
river beds coarse

Spinal ache
saw a vision today

Legs won’t move
stars told me a secret

Sparks flung at aspherical dancers
drunk on lies we held hands for freedom

Griffins landed on the rooftops hungry for blood
screams gone mute in the darkness of our hearts

Let moments of beauty calm you
death’s beginning forever our partner

See me now as a mirror to yourself
none of it is real if real is nothing