September 13, 2019
well really there is absolutely nothing going on except i am dying i am dead
it’s hard to say it’s even easier to mean than it is to say although i have no strength for either anymore i was as clear
as i could possibly be which is i was prone to tremendous focus but now this has all but destroyed me
.
dear aliens,
September 11, 2019
Cut out your tongue, slice off your nose, and tear out your eyes so you can hear better. Sharpen your remaining senses by losing a few to catch life’s ironic sarcasm in unfeeling hands, next to go. The only way to truly live. Can you forgive those in heartache from the loss of God? Will you turn the other cheek? Will you play the victim? It matters not for whom the bell tolls,
September 10, 2019
born on a blade made flat
suckling handle scraps
of blood below a palm
we speak serpent balm
stillborn neolates hatched on nature’s sleeve
why alternate the frequency of a scream
just as mute an articulation
ripped from gesturing fulguration
turns pale on the wind
we suck back in
September 9, 2019
Show me a sign
We’ll both call it fine
Tragic as ever/
never been better
Dark denial
Add to the pile