Piss on the Piano

I stink like deer meat...

coffee cigarettes and blueberry juice

the trampling caused the paths

upon which we pause...

now meditate

my needing no longer wanting

my phalanx tooth

shimmy through

lose the noose

loose...

fresh goose neck bled...

the proof...

tongue laid to bed

what a grave

the sound of pianos has become

what a widow...

what a...

...

her death gave way

to these weighing waves

gaze I raise from palms that pray

psalms of silence

hymns hinge on haze

virus from the tentacles

I only accept

hands slack behind my back

as I grip the splitting cells

blindfold held til I turn away

only time would tell

but my love, my belle

do you remember?

we collapsed the skull

under water in light of the swell

we cut out the tongue

to cease the smell

senses fuckered

directions rudder

the base got harder

as the fins fade darker

we touch the bottom

to rise again...

death by pressure...

...my aquatic bones begin to bubble...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2w1LAXNbxXY

dec. 30th '10

a glass of hennesey

whats the fuss

my skeleton hand

still strums the blunts

down tempo beats

still keep the buzz

gimme a cheaper drink

and I still be love

a case of lucky

my leather and studs

fedora pulled crooky

can't hide the punk

still I side step

like dub is sunk

got 5 on confessor

when none's enough

10 on professor

cuz he talk to much

11 on my sweater

and 12 in the glove

when I hit lucky 13

I will be the sun...

Unescaped / Undenied

First everything must recede.

then hate will tell us to fear.

silence becomes a beckoning.

our choice will not be heard.

compression of the smoke and gas.

us and the fumes

yet still with the empty.

our human lungs will flatten.

our human bodies will shrivel.

our eyes will turn to dust in our skulls.

and we will fucking die.

our souls folding inward

until they can no longer delve.

until our inside becomes the out.

we will push.

we will push.

we will push.

and fractal towards the light.

with one hand forever in the shadows.

the other prying back the lid of our third eye.

we will push.

we will push.

and fractal towards the light.

with one hand forever in the shadows.

I am unescaped / undenied /

unescaped / undenied /

unescaped / undenied /

nove 21st '10

small cat under the table cloth.

manhole shrunk.

cobblestone tracks lost.

gatherer of fibres

let the face of wind

be the pigment you draw.

slight skirt stitched by hand.

you gone not a cough wrong.

baby, sting me,

then clear out your cup.

black short wide straw.

window frames with space for the letters.

clawfoot tub filled.

rusty bottom.

inside ivory astro

span to your length

now narrow,

sow soft.

in the living room

i roll a blunt proper

for a queen like you.

by the moonlight

the splash of bath water

sounds so pure,

just knowing it's made by you.

tonight the cello sleeps.

our breath the metronome.

staccato with beat.

body shadows

lost in the dark hallways,

slender secrets kept...

...keep.

Running from Reaper

Yea I think I smoke too much I stumble and fumble around and spit up my gut like lunch fidget fucked but crutched rinse washed and crunched for what seems like as long as I've been from osh kosh b gosh to modern day slop not sure that I've lost anything at all from cradle to grave I still got the bat of my spine the ball of my skull a reason to pray that I never stop grumbling around with a hole in my soul got a hold of the whole nodda low note blown by blotter stolen remote trigger barrel point right rot at cha melee attack from this righteous rottweiler no real weapons but heavy paws and god handlers swingin piniatas in front of sightless jehovas in the inner depths of the projects during winter it was home was blown by snow to cut zones by lines of blood proper fruit of my loins dictate not a thing since family not familia in the deuce eye patched sting of these po cop caught called redeemer heres comes a freight fraught with my insecurities fought off in a single shot hennesey heisted heresy hips and cheeks gaut mother mary massacred barely under a cloud of mustard gas now a fetishy gas mask she dons a million buildings domino to the walls gone the horizon sun sung songs lost slung ruthless only when my gaurdian angel aint present I wake up in a pool of black gesso paint and apex the windows blown inward away from tresses i aint 17 no more so i dont wear dresses i aint 21 no more so i dont clean up drunk girls messes i aint 25 on the dot no more so i dont linger on lessons I cop the betterment like every second I'm the better men's mettle lyrics melt into metal to become the grooves in the vinyl hot wax inside the presses I got a lot of sound but im still running from reaper i make puddles from the ground cant put a face to the deceiver cant put a trace on the receiver cant get a voice cant get an opinion from any of my selves or any minion so figure my phone must be off the hook I'm shook baby tell me whats my choice I got the reaper outside the cleaver within balance is a tricky bitch but i fuck tight ropes with a shadowed brow and a shiny grin this aint no stint this is life long muthafucker and I dont mean an average 75 years I mean from never and on forever tears from a meteor tore the atmosphere a new few thousand potential flight believers now we scrying the next evolution in moon and mars dust how soon til the aliens pour out my wounds to pry my third eye into opening up tears from a samurai never touch the dirt so I'm learning how to be a cloud jumper from those warriors with nothing else but their own to quench their thirst and I'm learning yea I'm learning about code and honor not a word I am the thread and I am the pin the strike of the bullet and spear the precipitation inside the sauna keeping speech to a min shipwreck found in the tops of mountains and they said I was absurd I am a seamless face bounty saturated til blurred killer with two sharp fingers splinters in a bucket of paint carve out the negative space black gesso drench the vase dress disintegrate to lace to vapors to I don't gotta guess her layers so deco or fresco what ever have you in the back seat soliloquy spun from the land mine of my heart heaven only once the windows opaque with your skin you're no vehicle but I don't just can't not gonna give a damn...cuz I got the reaper outside the cleaver within balance is a tricky bitch but i fuck tight ropes with a shadowed brow and a shiny grin...now im out like the night and down like the dirt. ya dig? stay perked or get jerked in the skirt......peace.