Cenotaph

In the mirrored eyes not the cunt you thunk
gestized jesters in the moon light
jest Jah warming gestures warm as spunk
we are aliens mystified grappling the water
history of slight sty's decipher whales baptized
in the fire of war and documenting only after
evolution of laughter
thin as cellophane spread out as the slaughter
telepathize reverse of the genocide
scrutinize on message to my brain
from the thigh herd dimension of left to your stain
instated counter production
under the cleft palate sews young bodies
hung souls bronze the gold plates of the rank
just to walk the plank welcome waves
after all that's the long and short of think tank
the shot and song senses prevail
under winds of the small wart hog's dick stank
this is not my smile in the dawn of the rough life shingles
this is violent words from my tongue to the ears of beautiful people

Palm Squeeze

Sixty six serpents slithered from the citadel

all were bred of tremulants while one is just skilled

and that was me the spine amber column illusionist

cause in reality I got a splintered mind

severed seven ways from bellies term diagnosis

like turmoil and when the oil pours from the sky

and it's the tallest gentlemen that are the first to die

I pray with a sigh that I could fetch this allegiance

with at long last a universe that was going to let me know

what it was like to be free versed and legless

I got my palms pressed to my belly

like god is speaking through the grass

while you thought I was reaching for a dagger

then slew me before you got the chance to just ask

high in might

while at the same time stair stepping

with an aim blessed along the wider grounds

I found seeds and valuable insects whispering secrets

you can only uncurl in the dirt kind of darkness

and so once again on another moon rise

I perpetually relieve the disguise

that there ain't a good grin to be had

against those who've no palms to squeeze

in thirsty rows sequentially and don't ask please

cause we know what it's like to have and to be had

the clean air and the dust down there

get along fine as surely as I have limbs to spare

and honestly it ain't that bad

so on every night and on the in betweens

I pray with a sigh that i could fetch this allegiance

with at long last a universe that would let me know

what it was like to be free versed and legless

I got my palms pressed to my belly

like god is speaking through the grass

while you thought I was reaching for a dagger

then slew me before you got the chance to just ask

and yea I got a tongue split in half

as pie values licked long digits

up over and on every hour of the clock

a different babe across the planet worshipped

numbers in an uncountable amount of languages

and that's fine cause every alphabet

curves in relation to the topography

and the elders accusation of the passing of time

and a limited array of vantages and colour-blind sight

where between horizon and sky

the spit stuck at one point

and now it just bleeds against the canopy

drawing thunder and hunger penciled to the pixel

practically paint bucketed present preconceptions

parallel only to the gallows

I slipped through the noose

cause while smoke only rises

I guess that I'm neck less

with two sharp fangs and not a tooth

but a positive suggestion stolen away

with my trap door disappearance

a carved skull full of gas resin

to remind the organ master

it ain't nothing personal

but I ganked those old tremulants by the hand full

for they compliment my skills my will and my vision

and I know the pragmatic seething

choked on it's own hypocrisy

smothered overabundance

of soaked drift wood kindling

so I set about to ignite it's righteous relighting

and dig out a shallow space slight enough to go into hiding

to find instead of finding

in order to fuck my remorse

I'm just here to burrow out a purpose

'til I reach the light and it's source

I got my palms pressed to my belly

like god is speaking through the grass

while you thought I was reaching for a dagger

then slew me before you got the chance to just ask

I got my palms pressed to my belly

like god is speaking through the grass

like god is speaking

through the transparency and reflection in the glass

MY FISH IS TOO BRIGHT

(MY GEISHA IS MONSOON AT NIGHT)

warmly stolen but not the ft cursed but not hexed

my imfatic not a point to da neglect motion steez

homie riddle me quickly with yo yo beauty chemistry

a reed in coheed dexteridous symmetry slinks far away in farsi

dialects like fresh wet birth to me crystaline within the

womb she can take the dull pain membrane stretch but not full constraints

she can now take anything in any way but complacency besides her words

I know her brain under youth lines cannot contain her body sustains

the backspace of an organic machine never clocked into the factor_y

hurricane blindfolds perforated at the neck the subject not the victim

I got half an ounce at home but nothing on the streets no meat in our

spitals no gretgreets or regrets dry as sore beds bleed goat bleps we

by which I mean you wrapped in wet sheets bereave a pedastel fragments

by which I migrate in line and terms with the vacant state of the sparrows

and marigolds but in through with this garxden my scent overcomes

forgot where my arms lived if only I could reach out if only I could

pick stems without the germs without the chems without god and with a fuck

of a whole lotta more of your torso ripped in half and sliding sounds

familiarize me with the damed behalf or was that on is what a do over

cold shower coat tails splayed hard across the horizon and burnt nails

scour my teeth sideways the wines better obviously if you

just

dont

let it            breathe

break the cord and electricity i am feeding

on the glass my mouth full if you ask though my answer remains

contortedly optimistic if not for frail syrup adjacent my nerve

flail insides accordingly you nymphatically i could split a croak

if feeding eden posterate something we could rent for free

wheres the body baedae chords play well through the entire song

as if each note is the first for the very last time pass me

so pass me the lime casket the tones in the aching stones

of my spine // my virtue against all better odds cannot contes

t with your better enthecs and what is mine

I must remember I am not better than the salt you pill

swollen lies   but I am addicted to the comfort   so I tran

spose into a full ranging motion fucking flailing   a certain

destruction   consumption gestation beautiful on ly on the dan

ce floor besides you   the music I eat as the bile of your

mother's dying child I just mistook those lazers and lights

for any of those old nights and bile // and I get we both do

better now xxxx those old nights at the time were old

frights we both look back on with an air of supposed upon

each other dispondancy / HATE / but revery

I guess what I'm trying to say is that/yea/we disagreed with

a lot of things/ourselves/ and each other

. . . . . .

I just miss the things we did

because

girl

we fucking did them

together

Child's Pose

I open my eyes to the full emptiness the loud silence

the clean and clear of the right here right now

and a single red thread suspended vertically

just in front of me just out of reach

I raise my palms as a sign of gratitude

in it's reply the thread splits down it's center

the two pieces only visible due to their intense

contrast against the stark and supposed emptiness

with my exhale the threads descend

onto my respective knees coiling into loose spirals

left onto the right / right onto the left

I inhale

the last few events reverse

not quickly nor slowly

simply back and forth with the pacing of my breathing

divine play exists in it's process

there is always enough / much love,

Tes.

a whisking existence

A dreaming earth harbors no expectancy
meteor showers collide with it's deep oceans
volcanoes speak loudly in time and cadence
with one another to the rise and fall of the birth
of new islands changing with no will in their subtlties
the tide levels increase as sea's surface area diminishes
nothing is created and nothing is destroyed
only a wash of change and still the sleeping earth dreams on
not a single question
pure awareness
pure sensation
a dreaming earth harbors
a dreaming world
simply breathes on