ATROPHYATROPHYCrumbledeterioratethis longingthis desirewistfully gazingat something lost andsomething beautifuldeadcaused by growth caused by agingcaused by malicecaused by forgettingAwaythis need, this loveAway, gone awayLoud silence, hearApologies, atonementDisappearing like mist taken away by the wind...and heat, sacrificed!Stopand love
ENDWe bathed in muddy watersWith violent skiesMaking love to the earthBleeding a joy from its cracksWe laughed at thatWe will live foreverNothing is intangible And still our hands sweatAt the way it is endingIt takes us all awayMiles away… Our mortality fragileJust as the surface on the seaWe trembleFrightenedYet we smileIf we endWe end together
It Was a Beautiful Thing... I think the most painful thing in the world is cold. That biting cold that makes you shiver and your words come out in vibrations that you can't totally control. The sky is gray this afternoon, much like my soul, its bleakness stinging me. Bleak because of the monotones of my thoughts. My anguishes unlike any other man's. This heavy jacket does nothing to keep out the vicious, snarling cold. Sometimes I forget that I have hands, not like I need these hands that would strangle the life out of a victim passing by for their change. All because they deny me. I shudder from my inhumane thoughts, disgusted by myself. These hard times are harde
CHROME MONSTERCHROMEColdTakes any colourBlack and white and silverSmoothShiverBreath steamed against itA refectionA mirrorMe
Happy Father's DayI'll never tell you he was a monsterHe was just a man Who could fault him for thatHe was never made to loveAnd he was never made to live longExisting as an oppositional forcePouring white salt on the woundsAnd kicking dust in the eyesRoaming late at nightAnd twisting in and out of memoriesAn apparition of a godlike figureThe man behind the curtain Pulling levers to navigate childhood nightmaresGetting sucked under trains and leaving everything behindMothers, daughters, friends Your absence is relief and pain in one breathHappy Father's Day
LETTING GOThere's a lot of pain being wrapped up in youIt stings deep and boils inside my chestI remember you in those moments before sleepDreaming there would be better days And that those days would be full of youYours eyes said you dreamed the same even if your smoky words wouldn't admit itThat closeness we shared, nose to noseIsn't an everyday sort of thingI won't say I'm obsessed, distressed over youBut I will say that I kinda loved you And so I'll let you go
I WANT TO HELP MY BABYPurple and pink bows hanging on my lymph nodes I try to blow my noseAnd all that comes out are freshly ironed clothesHazy daisies singing out the maybe'sListening to the couch sing hymns about TracyYes I got a fast carSo get us out of hereYou said you had a plan, but first you gottaDeal with your old man.You're drinking for two And you've got nothing to loseNothing to proveShapes of my face show how long I'll live-iaAccording to an old lady from Bolivia Turn me around and take me down townI'll teach you some more triviaJust get me some more tea
THE SEAWe can twist in the seaSalt and foam mixing in our fearsThe sun licking off our tearsJust you and me Sailing for hours foreverBuilding an empire of awkward glancesSome quiet romancesOr I could find you on the pierCounting down the yearsWhen you and I first metIn your armsWarming my bonesThis is my homeMemories as precious as a pearlYour heartbeat the waves crashingGive me a distance smileHand in mine and so many things to sayMy brain giving wayI forget, fragments of moments I wanted goneI'll weave them into a songAnd if you put your ear to the shellYou can hear it
The SquidThere was once this giant squid that lived in an old lady's aquarium for four years. He was dead inside because he had dreamed of becoming an actor at the age of 3. He was four then and felt like since he missed his chance, he'd never act again. He'd swim around and cry all day and night and eat snails straight from the garden because he had really long tentacles.LISTEN TO THIS, after he ate a bunch of the snails, the old lady had had enough of the carnage since she was a vegetarian and only ate grass. She threw the squid out and told him to get a job by Monday or she wouldn't take him back. Well, what was he supposed to do? So he did the o
TREASUREI am golden starlight trapped under the skinHovering around the corners of your eyesSeen the sun shimmering by and byClean insideTwisting around your spineI love the soundTinkling shining flying Whispers and laughterSwirling fasterDusting the outsides And sinking intoDeeper and darkerWith visions of treasuresHidden and curling like smoke
ZIONHeading toward Zion I saw a manScraggly and oldAn apparition of strengthA ghost of his youthHe called me over to the side of the roadHis breath smelled like honey and moldToothless grin, he said he had a cureFor dust covered lungs and fissured skulls For hopeless dreams and hearts caked in doubtI didn't believe the airy way he talkedEvery word a whisper, and every syllable darkBut I listened because I was headed toward ZionToward home and toward promiseHe gave me three wishes trapped in three goatsI had to lead them to pasture he saidSo that they would growI took the task gladly, seeing as I was a shepherd Fo
ODE TO BREADMy dearest breadThou art my lifeWithout thee a tear I shedAnd I surely live in strifeThou art the wind beneath mine wingsThou art the reason the caged bird singsSoft edges and brown crustFor thee is truly whom I lustAnd wouldst the holy firmament crackIf it was thee I did lack?Aye, forsooth!It is thee that keeps me wholeIt is thee that I lay in my boot!Bread! Thou art sweetest in a roll!My love for thee, finest breadWill stay with me until I am deadAmen
Dear Adventurer or To Skyrim with LoveDear Adventurer,If you are reading this then that means you are alive unless you are a ghost and I assume that you are not unlike me in the ways of adventuring and taking spoils for yourself. You have come upon me at a most indecent time. For I am dead, or I believe I am by the time anyone reaches me. If you can save me, though, that would be most helpful to me. There is a lot of blood.Anyhow, I am writing this to warn you of the trials ahead in this horrible dungeon. I understand that there is something of great value at the end but the path there will not be an easy one. For I know this myself as I tried to reach the end myself but then
Detective Le Cactus: IIDetective Le Cactus: IIThere was an eerie feeling to the abandoned factory as Le Cactus pulled up in the cruiser, followed by the Grape squad in their wagon that was being pulled by Spinach.Le Cactus looked over his sunglasses at the place, taking in the tulip-py aroma. "Let's do this…" he whispered to no one in particular unless there was a ghost in the car and then it was to the ghost but since ghosts are usually invisible I'll say to no one in particular.With the cruiser parked, Le Cactus slowly made his way toward the factory, followed by the Grape squad with weapons drawn as well. Spinach stayed by the cruiser in case back up
PHASESIWhen I was a childI did not believeI could loveAnyone more on this earth Than my parentsTheir knowledge seemed infinite and foreverIIWhen I was a young manI did not believeI could loveAnyone more on this earthThan my loverWhose love was so graceful and intricateIIIWhen I was a fatherI did not believeI could loveAnyone more on this earthThan my sonHis bright eyes and smile lifting me up higher and higherIVWhen I was an old manI did not believe I could loveAnyone moreThan my GodWho had given me the chanceTo love more and moreIn this lifetimeThan anyone would believepossible
Detective Le Cactus: IAfter a night of binge drinking, the morning wasn't as sweet for our hero, Le Cactus. Hung over and miserable, he had one branch on the sink bracing him and the other pulling back his needles to keep out of the way of his chlorophyll vomit. It wasn't the best way to start a Monday but Le Cactus had work to do. Serious work.This hang over would have to hang on until tomorrow, Le Cactus thought while flushing the toilet and putting on his favorite wide-brimmed hat made purely out of walrus leather. This was not only his detective hat but it was also his gardening hat. He could use it for multiple occasions. Well, except for funerals and weddi
TWO TREESMist climbs up the trees and separates you and IA soft, silent wall splitting us from each otherYour eyes pierce through, quiet in their wrathTwo sharp points that cut into me, blue and coldThough we stand here as human, a changing wind bites into meMy feet slowly become roots, writhing into the groundHolding me fast to the earth, they dig themselves deeper,I am raising up, all the while watching you watching meArms reaching, I see the white tips of your fingernailsThe fog dissipates in your wake, coming toward meYour movements are slow, as if the mist fights to keep you away from meYou become a furious shadow losing you
FULL MOONShe was dancing in the moonlight, calling out to meHands outstretchedShe wanted us to be witches and she said"That's what witches do when there's a full moon."I ran to her, no hesitation, the grass wet and slick under our bare feetI didn't believe in witches, But she wanted to pretend and so did I.Her eyes were sad, her laughter a veil to hide themWhen she took my hand in hers,I could still feel the sting of her mom's drunken shrieksHands beating away my dear cousin's joyWe could forget with each twirl and stomp away the fear with shy, jittery feetOur hands sweaty, our fingers braidedOur laughter and the hum of crick
HOW I LOST MY JOB AS A GENETICDonating to stem cell research has consequences… The lamb had three heads and five toes. Wait. The other way around. Three toes and five heads. Yes. And there was an ostrich. They were friends. They had tea parties and wore weird hats like spaghetti. They lived in a genetic lab with like everything and stuff. It was pretty crazy, all science-y. They had really nice air conditioning though, so we always liked to go play robots at their house. There was never any cake at their parties, just chicken salad. Lots and lots of chicken salad. I'd prefer cookies. The lamb always pooped some but ew. That's gross, but it was a bodily function and
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