Helltone You

Hold promises like fragile new born infants, support the head- the thoughtbox/ that which people may see/ seize up in aftermath/ figure monthly expenses and sense/ strangle strange feeling like being felt up, slowed down, and then crunching down on ridilan tabs/ Hold on to the door, do not let it swing shut, bar it locked if the apathetic start to give a fuck/ fuckless givers/ fruitless tress in these groves/ grooveless souls in these holes/ we dug to the bedrock, splintered the shovels to steel shavings/ no more treasured thoughts hidden/ you are a liarboy, a wolfcry toy, a cyanide fiend/ you mumbled pretend love under the covers when you were after of the lightning crack outside/ or gunshots/

Helltone you, concealer

These muscles in my back hurt-/ the ones I strained when I carried you from the site of the accident/ the slip of your sloppy tongue/ you knew the consequence/ and sequence of events that would follow/ the threatened your goodtime laugh track with weapons that would hollow out your rib cage/ but judging by the ones you fucked you never had much heart to start with/ cocked channel changers for audiences with my straight talk that ended in anger/ hymn slipped into the afterdinner drink/ you tried to poison our zygote/ I’ll rip the confidence you thought you had in your backtalk from your fuckin throat/ blood choke/ kids clown call you pavement face since I dropped you off the top for a greater gain/ and you still call in the night, hoping I can save the day

Helltone you, concealer

Ghastly shadows haunt your walls/ there are bodies in your closet/ cum yet to be relieved from our fuck notions/ you claim my glasses are camouflage/ you tits taste like salt/ I can’t jonny cash your last chin check in this all black ensemble/ you scoffed at my interpretations of Sartre/ pardon my honor and my narcissism/ pardon the way I took my scissors to the nape of your neck when I found out you were with him/ fig tree, mustard seed- you have neither growing in this garden/ the way you managed your water supply has left the pregrowth starving/ you fiend my ignorance/ you killed yourself before, I saw you walk from the window/ and the red tip of a laser sight catch the corner of your skull

Industry Sweat Off

Bones grind to dust in the gears/ packaged manufactured and sold for less/ soul-less/ without the struggle, you’d be nothing/ action waiting for theory/ this isn’t Tehran/ this isn’t the Asgard culture club/ symbiosis in the stuffed drawers/ get on all fours/ forged from the cave light/ in our precious oral traditions/ cajoled/ recanting visions/ a brick of pure snow on the margin of a page/ numb as fuck sticker star/ killer car/ fight motion of the flaying arms and baptisms by the jar/ full/ metal pressed into human form/ you are so far from never-never land, you’ll never be able to weather the storm

These chimney sweeps are angels/ dangling from umbilical cables/ dusting off the dinnerware of the tables/ tableau/ recent studies have shown/ the your urge to die grows/ barefoot in the sands of Somaliland, creative torture- let the diseases eat ‘em/ and feed the skin bacteria/ microscopic warfare/ a wench living trainspotting in her slum village/ we are the last that survived the needs of this life/ these glasses leave glare streaking across my eyesights/ the sickness has no cure/ in the pages of Marx slung across your floor/ 40 ounces of freewill until the close of the corner store/ sincerely yours, secret agent number 12

Each and every fruit on the tree is rotten/ with Chernobyl spotting/ and flesh peel from the newest neighbors/ to live is to avoid contact with the bookworm savoir preach a murmur/ the church is closed until further notice/ you are shoppers slipping your bad habits under the pretense of voters/ this whole fuckin children thing is a bad habit/ they won’t keep you in treatment and this is the sixth time it’s happened/ and I talk to rappers that only talk about rapping/ and nod politely til their gums can resume flapping/ Filipino defectors/ cold canvas brush swoop and kickbacks for the directors/ nonchalant in my over the hump killer life take/ another one for the record books/ meat slightly salty dripping dinner from the hooks

How to fix a mess.

We need more kindling, the fire is dying.
I am awed by this unclever world. Let the killings begin.

Never innate right or wrong because it’s not inside of me.
Yo, you got a problem with them, then get at me.

The Lavish

The Lavish

We sit amongst the enemy/ encircled/ taken from the humble beginnings by the fireside where our story died/ deathstroke choke em the fuck out- then let em breathe again/ appreciate the poison air my friend/ the starving earth and the flickering light the once beamed bright from oceans to observation towers/ we stand on/ kill smooth, stand strong/ they have it all in in front of their twisted, greedy liplock never talk faces/ words written over two hundred years ago as oath- and applicable erasers/ condemn the alternative as new-agey, street-people as mangey/ off-kilter talk to the walls and encourage the myth/ these streets are paved with gold/ soaked in piss and blood/ peel back the oxygen in the air as we rip a scud/ this is a molten clay fit for shaping, this is mud/ we are children of broken microphones that shorted out during our mission statement/ the examination, the taken

Kiss the sky/ Lavish lips/ fuck her like never before/ kill for the flag
Kiss the sky/ Lavish lips/ fuck her like never before/ kill for the flag

She considered working the corner, selling crotch, but is we caught in the fuck-steeze/ albatross above trees/ slum skeeze/ re-calibrate the coordinates, I fear my heroes will return before the killing has ceased/ the state will never leave/ they wanted more, they wanted war, they wanted police/ protect our prosperity/ a nasty camera-filled news feed/ lay asleep/ and choke to death on a pillow filled with the feathers of peace/ and it’s a long night, a hard day, dried come on the sheets/ the leftovers capricious- pluck from our teeth/ teetering on the edge of an inbound subway platform/ eventual collision/ they never wanted as much as they want this very instant/ the is unrelenting subjectivity

Kiss the sky/ Lavish lips/ fuck her like never before/ kill for the flag
Kiss the sky/ Lavish lips/ fuck her like never before/ kill for the flag

The hamhocks are dripping disease into the villages as the carcasses are chopped for sandwiches/ snout all around doubt/ but wear your mask as we all have diseases/ and the bloodletting doesn’t always work for the lost leaches/ of Babylons preachers/ babygirl, I got a whole sausage of influenza for you to swallow

Search for the Animalgods.

Animalgods conceived in humanless concubines with beasts. He is a near replication of that which he eats. It is not feeding if we search- seek it out, wonder about tomorrow on a near-daily basis. The Animalgods are without base as they have taken from the helpless, weak, and pitiful. At one time, we were the wretched- watching. Observers of the carnage. We could not put words to scene; and it was lost. We lost our basic meal instinct in the cacophony of flesh tearing. You tried to make-pretend that sexual aggression was merely pretense. We had to base ourselves to flesh before we could meet, engage, fuck. Animalgod howl and the leftover. We spoke of scripture as if it were not literature but rather fact. Our thought train became prodigal and a product. We were taught to be human, taken to modernity.
Consume! We lashed out on those that demonstrate the raw intensity of the Animalgods. We were so aware and cultured and righteous as to label an old man with a simple dog-vision barbarous. Eurocentric in our view of the Barbary Coast. We were not animals. We’ve see humanlike gods and fell before our masters.
But I’ve seen you feign love, stalk prey, and wince in fear. I’ve heard whispers of instinct, abuse, and revenge. I’ve tasted the metallic cud of primal rage, and shrugged it off as reactionary. We have all swallowed the salt of tears ladled from memories that never happened- a calling to our shared past. Animalgods conceived, and left to die on the mountainside.

Of you...

These pains are not constant. They come and go like wind in our sails. Solace found only in pictures. I don’t want to be of you anymore. Of the next thing, universe never shift. This parking lot is full of night creatures that don’t feed, but rather eat that which is leftover. Now is your pretend but my realwalk off and talk-aloud. Elusion in our grasp. You are the yearning, you are the needful. I’ve lost too much water from my eyes to be bothered by any drought. Vile paintings and the molds you cast do not resemble me. I have become something unassembled, through a perspective easily attained. It’s not righteous to make the beverage from the river bank silt, you must wade out and wait. Avoid being pushed downriver by the strong current, use your weight. Avoid. Step away. Be cautious.

Anhk-st

I coulda been a hippie, then AIDS hit the Haight/ and this isn’t beatnik black but the shadow of my heart/ that gleams through my skin as my particles begin to part/ no godwords, just quotes from my friends that drive to me build and ark/ for a time in the future when the ice melts/ eyefills of tears/ the burning under my feet, as I lurk barefoot on the asphalt/ sidewalk blues/ coffeehouse pretention/ I’ve blabbered enough walkaways and friendship kills to extort my way to heaven/ long roads, heaving the poison of industry/ of progress/ of dementia, suspicion, and the anxiety of the towers collapsing in jetfuel cookery/ the answers are writing on the fibers of fuzz the cloud my cubicle grey/ shelfed in academia, and somehow translated by the greys/ you are product number elusive/ stupefied from your innocence by inoculations and schooling/ we are you and I, now inseparable/ I’ve left the faucets on a slow drip so the freeze wont kill the pipes/ I saw life swing low from around your neck