The Blinking Light
Is the 21st
Century's
Beating Heart
Scratching The Attention
From my
Worried Eyes
Above My
Drooling mouth where
Three Grams of
Pineal Relief
Have been Swallowed
in Attempt to
Regulate
Confusion rates
and Increase depression
unintentionally.

Pretty Diamond

62 inches
above the
planet
that occupies
cheaters and
liars
and scary murderers
and late night abductions
and vomiting children with
bugs in their
guts

a child, a tear, a friend
who stood so close
to the
planet
that the child could
squish it
with his (swollen)
thumb.

mama is dead.
papa is dead.
child is alone, with
his cute
little friend.
a bug.

in his gut.
his friend.

pretty diamond--
turn your neck, and weep

dive, dive, dive

into the
future;
where my arms
are your
safe spot and
your safe home.

turn your neck, pretty diamond.
that's all you'll have to do.

'cause diving
into
a weep infested future
is a dive
that will not occur.

you've got
this guy.

you've
got
this
guy.

weep no longer.

turn your neck no longer.

The past exploded
when it happened
and now
lives
in molecules
that
don't matter
because
bugs eat
them.

and that lonely child
eats
his friend; the bug.

pretty diamond.
smile.

your dive
into
my
arms
will
be
a
safe
one.

Currently:

The hum of a dust gatherer sucking innocence from the very surface of the dirty floor that we've all dragged our wheels across while dreaming of our destination.
excluding, stomping, zoning.
nothing can be done--nothing can ever be done.

Previously:

The voice of an angel (1455 miles west) traveling elegantly through wires and reaching the insides of my probably deaf ears. another reminder of my beauty, and another reminder of the beauty this world cradles.
Grinning, Loving, Fantasizing.
Something can be done--something can, and will, always be done.
I smile.
I love.
I(t) hold(s).

Now what?

I'll crawl into the whom of a knife's web and treat myself to a drink and some food and a friend and some friends and a friend is waiting for me.

here I come.
My eyes are enervated soles.

Static monotony.

Dramatic Attic Sessions
With Maple leaf Scribbles
On Old Maple Bark--
Birth Papers
Given by Demons; Angels.

Avaricious Hail Storms
Unapparently Fluttering

Incandescent Toothaches
Unapparently Burning, treating, counteracting

Vernacular outcast, Reach Suddenly
Into Corners of Inhibition
and Summon what Pretty Flesh Screams
"Nodeven real" show show show throw it
into what pretty flesh spends her days praising
in reflections of "real" flesh pretty and perfect and
scratches dont matter 'cause she'll throw a mask on herself
and natural imperfections don't matter 'cause she'll
cover it all up for crawling, salivating, foolish magnetic reptilian
boys giggling and dreaming and touching and thinking and
cover yourself, hide yourself, be afraid to be yourself and
appear as yourself and see yourself for who you really are
which is unknown to every living thing on this fucked up spinning globe.

(young child; glancing)

I could travel the world in a night, maw.

Fingers trace the plastic replica.

Tranquility Stuttered Through Shakespearian Tongue

Ringing Snares Paranoid within

Half deaf Melody Feeders breathing Agony and Soda can Snappers

Click Click Click

Some Effort, Yet a Diabolic Sequence of

Theological Crystalization Teleports the Past Into a

Gutted out Colony of Psilocybin Minds

Ode to Zygote Gamblers and Psychopathic Waste Manuscripts!

Sue is Idol act shins creep upon Nate Sure

While Dust Mites Conjure Edible Wonders

While Swallowing Money Trees

When Losing Begins Celebrating itself

We'll Vomit Uncontrollably severing Catwalk Motions

Who Funnel Constant Gore Riddles Pretending Disease

Whispered Whiskers Fiddling Window Fingers Lingering

Quietly

we distort, sure

Gifts rebuild Salivating Torpedo Pilots

Flying, Crying, Pile Driving While Style Fades Gang Wanderers

spitting, "Hey man, six in one"

(person, me, gone, left, sorry) But It's Cool, like Winter

When It must return to Hell wrapped in Candy wrappers

Different Meaning nowadays cracked naturally

twenty first, last, same

scary scary scary

scaring me away from reality but

Ive got that MonTanian Female

Kisses and I know nine million steps into future

eyelids of heart won't consider functioning

I'm ecstatic, Longlonglife

a head of me

multiple

Months ago
weeks ago
months ago-- adios
lysergic nightmare,
who's controlling ways convinced
me to evolve into an obedient mess

good riddance .

Months later
weeks later
months later-- ¿como estas?
haunt me haunt me
taunt me and slash my sanity
who's crippled fingers are clenched
upon a shredding vine.
Welcome back.
you've returned to me,
only this time youre grinning in my direction
through the cranium of the only thing I have.

Transform her?
Ruin me.

Transform me?
Ruined me already,
not ready for another.

Stop stop stop stop stop.
Inflict blood upon the flesh
of an angel indigenous to a land
far far far far away.

Por favor.


¿Fin?

Fingers crossed.