hunted death

An open eye with which to gauge its end.
Another, closed, to tend the finer blows of reason;
then to taste demise or otherwise the sweet fruit of suspension
wherein lies a darkness prize.
Oh hunted death!
Say, what is thine intention?

rugged and fleeting my words must be
for nothing is feeding their utility

in the right place

matty and babs

the one

michael e.t. well

whats ur blood type

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watercolors

beach

witch

falling falling down she goes
amongst the nettles appear her foes
the edge of the world, a cimmerian fold
eliciting evils of gorgonians bold
foetus to aged her epigraph sold
in exchange for the universe
blasphemous, old.
she retreats to the underworld
daggers in hold
to escape what truths
of beauty and gold.

moonlight

moonlight bring to me reflection
so that i might see,
that the alternate universe
has not yet emptied.
scores of stars would falter
if only a melody
sank deep within their im-perfections,
and from inside changed key.

bad bird

MALLEABLE LIKE COOKING INTESTINES

SHARP LIKE ARROWS POINT

UPON SAID SHOT OF SUGGESTION

BAD GREASE FOR MY JOINTS

SWALLOW HEAVY THE BIRDS OF WINTER

SO YOU MAY FLY AWAY

kill

with this nothing creating
among this nothing evolved
heat of blood with what to stir
in clouded flood of what to burn
curdled messes
what to know
of which direction
arrow to bow

walls

insulate orifice
separate mold

quieted interface
escaping bold

weather corrected
insipid fold

barrier constructed
theater told

rats' demise

As the howling winds of dark design
weave destruction's crooked spine,
the royal rats descend their mound
of profane waste and naked ground.
Assuming armored darkness, down
it hurls upon rats' scattering crowd,
weak and fettered, in each eye
gleams streaming liquid screaming "WHY?"
High upon ridges and deep in the cracks
insane force reigns blindly erasing tracks
of the conquered dead rats, sucking
every last snack nimbly out to the black,
perpetuating its next attack.

Yellow Scab (memorial)

Trampin outta this Yellow Scab
On bareskinned feet
Movin past these plains and winds and
Tumbleweeds
Fuck whatever lies ahead and
Fuck whats lost behind.
Findin me a shady tree
and a plant of weed.
Gonna meet new lands with four
Knockin knees
Me and my Darlin
Him and me. The draught to the desert.
The pluck to the string.

ALIEN DEFENSE SHIELD

status updatus

With the transformation of my painting i have observed myself becoming medusa, grasping hold of the netherworlds and taking my place as the nonsensical beguiler of danger and misfortune. The fact that her presence stirred itself into fruition is no coincidence.

absolute and evil strangeness

nothing to enter
hair in a splinter
the wood not wood but not wine
bloody cold spine
draped of snake infestation
a violent frenzy of mind and eye

iceman

i am the neanderthal you vivify
my blood is synthetic and dry
under a plastic sheath i breathe
the ice melts, cells synthesize
nails and skin putrid stink
open mouth rigid teeth
dilating pupils
grave alive

neural decoding

nowhere maps of nowhere time
shapeless space void undefined
kidnapped hiding place
retinas tapped for deeper face
thinking side under light
tool to be measured
infinite kite

rememorium

cracks of bones tangled veins floating boats apartment fry
tonight a try
epitome canned time
cognition applied
distraction belied apparatus to die

fail space

overload
incontinent smother of woe

embodied cognition

the rhyme to the antidote written to space
into space reason floats

enter not

a depth to it surely is there
where
i do not
care
increase in kbps
flattened stare
into what am i looking
it is not
there

puzzles picking

PERFECTION PROJECT

PERFECTION PRACTICE PROJECT

PRACTICE PROJECT PERFECT

puzzles picking

dissecting the brain

latent reactions

taming the stain

to transcend without

movement

to sharpen the

blade

to cut with precision

to reread the same.

i write over sane.