I look away...

Eat my stomach, it’s full

Say it’s for God

Forgotten profits I’m sold to the devil.

We lost it.

Pen out the details, cage in the details

Cull our breath and pull rope

On our death knells 

Hollow brass bells hallow 

Steam hell bellows. 

This bucket was designed to leak.

Fools shave my head then sell me a lock back

Shovels deep wide with contract gangrene

I’d’ve dived into my own veins.

Instead my blood runs trick bled in ditches.

Strong spirits guide us

Around divots and dazed

Strutting dizzy ways Street

View, strange paving,

Wrong plaudits, and deep end alveolates

Crawl in my brainstem, baby, cleave deep.

Stick in sick spells.

This cell’s waged death escaped without a word.

But I’m well gauged.

Call in a sim, slip in right timed stimulations

Hot plate pigeons are winging

Out our depth caves

Solo glass grave silo

Asylums crave psychotic

Canaries them sounding weak.

I’m bound to speak.

Dope sucked a mine now face up a silicon hack

Steel drill a hole for booking new facts to write on

Sorrow souls, lost in homelands.

I put low stock in stacks and stacks and

You know what?

Fuck analysis, you can have it back.

Elsewise it’s pay to behave

Get sucked and tune, harmonize

Cats out of bags sometimes die

After harm and lies, hammer damage design

And lit up bait imitations for life

Limitation’s enough. 

And I 

Look away.

And I 

Sit 

In a place of pure silence

Complete

Whole 

And mold the sound of my own noises

And I’m begging you darling ones, blip statics to speak

You holy pen’s slippening, to scream

Let wild human being and speaking

Of which

Be hallowed, Hallowed Being

Hallowed be