I wish you hadn’t wrestled twelve gauge-dynamite-death stick in my mouth from my hands You’d have made a beautiful powder burn-black dress-sobbing mess-bride Even though without a hea...
* “Relax.” * —I CAN’T! — * “But this will pass.” * —When’s that?! — * “Not forever.” *
Shadow strangers torment me through patio blind - Time escapes hastily twitching the third eye of my mind Birds don’t sing in darkened city…
• ABDICATION • *(revised) Overflowing F.EM.A. coffins Herded masses pressed to purificat… All will suffer, from the righteou… The raids
Cartoon pamphlets filled fire halo… Save my family a seat in front row… Service will begin as soon as pian… Soap box sermon tap, tap, tap, Is this mic on?
The hair on my arms singed under the atomic heat, so brilliant, so white, so fast, so bright, Blue turned to purple, purple turned to black, clouds began to race as I quickly turned my...
Your prophecy is shots in a barrel full of obvious Your apostasy rings out of the dar… hit or miss your purse is always f… From a distance you spin Gypsy Th…
I would swallow a bullet just to g… I would spread my memories in a pi… I don’t wanna come home and disapp… it’s clear to me now I should just disapear
I wish you hadn’t wrestled twelve gauge-dynamite-death-stick in my mouth from my hands You’d have made a beautiful powder-burn-black dress-sobbing mess-bride Even though without a hea...
I have fought swift currents in… Been crushed under human excrement… Defiled this garden after cataloging your time as a planetar… This big ball of burning shit, lif…
Foreign-felon-art-hack, slick minded hard dicks that pry, and cameras that cry. Team secret, tera-bit brides, all smiles on the outside. Husbands seek red palmed terminal links, seldo...
The color of your smell can’t be d… The invasion of flies climbing the… The maggots that feast mark your e… I bury my head in your arms Your stiffening forgiveness comfor…
At the end of our lives on a hill buried under fresh snow Do you think they’ll remember who they once thought that we were Hearing stories from those who wer…
Hands are heavy and pockets are full the people hunger as pigs feed the bull Stomachs are empty and belts are t…
I’ve seen no promised refinement in life’s relentless rock-tumbler. I know nothing of lasting peace, of harmony, of forgiveness, just further punishment for having searched for such fo...