I don’t know who in a straight mind would 

Trust a child to their own death.

Licking 9 volts. Tibetan cigarettes. 

Chinese spelling bees on mute in dreams and 

Dreaming of splitting the borders of better personality disorders.

Who would throw a baby into a baby’s arms

And say this is your end, no choice but to

protect it until. Still with amniotic fluid on my skin

I drank in death from day one, just like we all do.

Vicious, last victor, and together since.

When I go you come out, and speaking of

Departures, here’s one verse versus verses

To feast on ignition and flame

Din ashen and, I swear, someone put in gasoline.

Tidal static's been blunter, when we fold back at five

What we got at four and the morning turns to day

Which is when your wounds lick a mirror like lions

Telling a story about how one time you 

Saw an artist crying on a people mover

At the airport; turned against the idea of flight;

Turned against the entire concept while blanketed in bees 

Speaker mount feedback squealing across continental

Plates and tectonics, in odd economics

Antifreeze street running sacrament veins

Here you shout again, saying things like 

Your only refuge is a room in hell and 

There's no such thing as outside

A blue nirvana dressing gown

Have you heard the things they say from graves

Like why aren’t you here anymore?

In a mad ritual, where the god of desire sticks into 

Your thigh and the next morning, standing in the

Shadow of water you wonder when did I fall

Into a cactus?, god of madness can't

Respond when you pull a splinter from your leg

And a half dozen drops of wine mix with the shower

To enter the drain. Why do we bless the dead

But call them fools for failing while we go

Bouncing off clouds? There are always nine

Ways out. Count the exits. Jump without a chute

Eat life raw, no seasonal dew that pumps

Rain down onto the dirty old fools;

Did anyone say we deserve better than this?

Does anyone know how we get out of here?

You know what I say? you said, to be born dead

Is best. Live and let death play against your insides

Sage advice. When I was a kid, you’re convinced, I jumped

Off the roof in my sleep, somnambulist see;

Climbed across the tops of swing sets but

Was awake for that ornamenting no-body knows

What happens to adornments. Take em out

Screaming into the woods so they can finally be home

I tell ya, god bless a clear and present end

Release of art; and release of sex you asked

What would you prefer? a simpler primate

With simpler fears? Dear Jesus, yes.

Death hit me. At that last altar. Felt like a kiss. 

Might as well if

Your only refuge is a room in hell and

there's no such thing as outside

A blue nirvana dressing gown

Come out to whisper or howl

Come out for one night to live

If tomorrow there’s breath on the mirror

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

“Clear your soul of hope

and expect no satisfaction.

Accept the end will come alone

without my understanding,

With none of me to see.

Look into the eyes of nothing

but the dark and meager love

of your own unruly heart.”

If I die and am reincarnated as a tiny shrimp at the bottom of the sea, Oblivious to the sky, Absorbing the gases that pipe out from deep chimneys, God breathing life directly through me, Colorless as everything else miles below, Then who will tell me that I am not an angel?

The highway of black sands, sucking, Eyes rolling in ecstasy constant love pumping through, My skin as I soak all heat in, And then dying to it all again, not knowing the difference and, Finally maybe finding the end crawling into the pitch of something bigger’s mouth, Then I will remember that I was an angel.