2 bright stars / infinite new lungs

Those shaking tresses of hair.
A cumulus cloud of onyx hydra spirals
like a universe surrounding the goddess
brought into illumination by the glow of your face.
The breeding novas of your eyes
pull me into the silhouette of your gravity,
and I am crushed by an obliterating
high of the drug that you are.
Crushed by the weight of
the storm that you personify,
by the implosion of one star into another.
The encapsulating inversion of the
invention of vision we are manifested as.

As two vessels let go of time and space
they will let go of the atoms between one another.
As they let go of the very earth beneath them
2 bright stars explode, then vanish in a vapor.

The sound of laughter rips through
what would be called forever as I cannot tell
where I end or where you breathe in.
In the space of two hearts synchronized palpitations,
worlds are created as lungs vocalize, and limbs begin.

Don't Even Speak

and this dawn knows
war
don't know woe

but this dawn knows


and this dawn knows



cuz this dawn knows




that this dawn knows



.

Justice

HIS hisses like miscarriages
takes loving words like disses
mulled over like slumlords like marriages
like he don't know the difference
between backs of hands and kisses
less like mathematics
more like thugs hits in the crisp darkness
permissive like taking lover's swords
to teutonic submissives
fall to the floor in a manic steez
buckles and collars never electronic
but a brackish breath phonetically they breathe
to my arrestment not surprisingly
all things literal seem a lot like analogies / lately
as of late me like barracudas and pikes
the pope himself and the next door dyke
the swing and the hit / the miss
the feedback on the mic
the drift between shutting the hell up
and screaming something that at least scares myself
directly under the head of my lucky strike
like reaching for the thirteen
but only ever achieving the twelve
still I hope I found what I always wanted
my heart the hammer the hieroglyphs the level
the shelf like what with A-bomb impact
like morse code ripples like mischief magma
hot spots I've delved / the sulfur pools
still but non stagnant
like hotels neon signs full flicker but not vacant
like eyelids dome over empty space where the eyes lived
not a victim even as eyeless cries can I get a witness?
like treason like the convergence of seasons frees
every man woman and child can exist without grievance
like fried chicken pleases every milado / that's me
that's you / that shy cat slinkin out the back door
feelin' left out / perhaps lonely
but man should know you're never alone
wherever be one introvert there's two more
just around the bend beyond the corner
lookin' to bust out excrete their soul
share their sores and together we can all soar
hands are oars stroking the subversive like
the now reminds me of the when
the has been reminds me of the end
like I can become all things to all men
only then the like becomes the is
I'm learning to take the loving words
like what they are / as love
ain't no disses
like I don't need adjectives anymore
to describe what from love slid
what love said what love did
what love meant
like love / I just is.

FLiP

I'MA Flip my priorities 'fore I spit my authorities.
Contemplate the majorities 'fore I underwrite their moralities.

Curb whomp and blaspheme my own for the sole sake to bend back the bone.
Watch the clean steam burn the skin.
Embrace the truth of my disfigurement.
To reveal the tones nothing is permanent.

But I still have sewn scars that dictate the permanence of my exponential consistence in the harvest of my betterment.

a lone forest I plant as a metaphor my state as a hip-hop punkrocker in search of the wandering home I can befriend.
My permanent residence.

No I cannot stop wondering what'll happen to the rest of me.
I shovel slop 'cause I know it's in the dirt I'll discover the best of me.
Know I don't care if it hurts.
Watch me spit rhymes even during intense torture delivered in spurts.
Set me on fire and before I can tire I will swing my head back and still show you my worth.

I live as I die.
I heal as I hurt.
I am high in the sky as I am brooding in the mirth.
Cursed but not hexed. Earless but not deaf.
Taken rhyme as a token
warmly stolen but not theft.
Bled out of quantity never of quality
never a haughty worry and no mess.
Sightless but still blessed.
I don't need to speak. I don't need to stress.
I'll slaughter a thousand to show you the creation that's LEFT.

A Fire's Coma

Passed out in the cold of your days

you left your last note for us to hold in our veins

passed out in the cold of your days

you left your last note for us to hold in our veins

I know people die all the time but you were never supposed to

dwindle live off of my fire don't spindle

into a space where you're incapable of complaining

you never shut off the lies before

that's the truth of the matter don't matter now

just speak to me / say to me anything devoid

regardless of any scores we had to settle

any sores forelorn now not what's testing our mettle

it's the kettle of your body I'm certain we both feel pinned in

but I understand I can never fully understand the difference

'cause I'm feelings haughty

and I'm sure you're feeling haunted if anything

the ghosts are battling

crackeling against the walls of your rattling breath

contest for what's left

of your dripping best in show courtesan rose fluids

rows of tubes imbued from nostrils and mouth / hot holes

exhume from your wavered invaded no longer so sacred chest

don't stress

the chemicals will act as they're supposed to //

blow. through. vampiric daylight.

dire. mating. left me here.

faux. color. out of sorts. pint of beer.

circular but not connecting you strove / too hard to circumvent drunk on spirals I wish you could have known how to bend to the winds of my love / arteries only collapse when shoved / I wish you knew / I wish you wouldn't try so hard if not I might know you do / clogged hops hipping come on and sit up pop / you awaken with break neck speed / lucidity only means that you get you're dreaming / hello father / good bye daughter / farewells fuck like peace and empty titles / sign the deed / extinguish the death of flame in the reflection of a clockwork's face your time remains unbeknownst subtly obscene and idle / farewells lift luck like elephants onto one quarter inch mantles / I am an unsettling sabretooth unhandled mammals that size sure cannot rest on the weight of a one life stain / tell me what's the pain / what's the song / what went wrong / where's the manhole / dendrites of your supposed to's fractal my presence into old dreams where I wept into the canals of the mind's maze / passed out in the cold of your days you left your last note for us to hold in our veins

passed out in the cold of your days you left your last note for us to hold in our veins.