vanish

I’m the saddest man on the planet dulcet zones become eruptions of death memorizing vocal tones, or numbing distress most ballads, hit home, requiem out of balance such a synergistic release comes from, this basket of malice ill have it to here – 22oz black coffee french press anarchy is best dressed, brown leather, headContinue reading “vanish”

fötter day

you can hear the… suburbia chime, zirconia vertebrae. pearly white spine glass thrown in stone houses, regular suburbia night whirring, rewind. chronicled childhood in olive drab paint monocle glass. wormwood and bottles of shawshank. dissolute solitude, wanderer who wallows in maze en route. delay for tomorrow. never promised today virgin diary. anne frank. marie curieContinue reading “fötter day”

to miss P

it was a matter of why. statuesque beauty over vodka and wine hourglass figurine. when you come around it becomes tough to tell time seductress stolichnaya. brunette, bridal, bohemian it’s cruel how without even trying you leave me in a state of dreams where I’m hardly breathing at the Gala. a seamstress couldn’t replicate yourContinue reading “to miss P”

delicate skin: negative print 

who’s barely   intact. two hundred thousand nails puncture veins in my back whether not they’re human or metal remains to be asked  yellowpages. your name severs sapience. saps like heavens angels. vessels fray then collapse lord father, elevate us. why’m i so fixated on the past separate fact from fiction. eradicate my relapse rehabilitationContinue reading “delicate skin: negative print “

AA4564

i feel  so disconnected. pictures of stars are trillions of seconds old heliocentric. we spend our time wishing we could revisit a setting i could see it in decimals. each dot a pause in a sentence hold my hand, avalanche. bring me the check when you’re finished mezzanine at the theater, velvet seamstress, madam GutierrezContinue reading “AA4564”

i get along without you

it was only a second. it felt more armageddon, a source of dependence my very core was augmented. no force, just indebted to pain embedded; the flow descending in waves chakra, like flames, no position, no direction. unphased. see, most of what i felt was descriptions. captions in italics handpicked basket of malice. last resortContinue reading “i get along without you”

Nissan Sentra 2013 

. adagio for strings. invite me to your quartet violin unhinged. idling super star set theres such a brazen touch, with the brush of true dishonor. get lost in the wade of war. or rust in your suit of armor. lust for reclusion in the midst of battle. I heard you whisper to yourself beforeContinue reading “Nissan Sentra 2013 “

desultory 

okay. okay desultory genius. under construction. lost when unnerved  nothing more bizarre than the absurdist themes conjured with words  it’s almost perverted with how unconcerned I’ve grown as a man flirt with death. skeleton slow dance. holding his hands smile so they see it, hold smog in my lungs breathe it out when the smokeContinue reading “desultory “

GUNS AND ROSES.

it’s so unimportant. the funneling of guns to my roses. slow danced with the most disconnected soul on this planet watching steps into rhythm. coalesce death into wisdom.  such a succulent prose. im nothing short of a serpent to color me hopeless, is to color me human.  rendered useless by the silhouette that wants to consumeContinue reading “GUNS AND ROSES.”

skylit lighthouse

we spent an hour alone watching our eyes meet our lips my revolvers extinct. extinguishing meandering thought cradled across indifference right into addiction deference to malice. rosebud digitalis reborn grin. while I think about things I haven’t before soaked in grimace and gin while I’m singing along philosophers physics. you had me at ‘gone’ underneathContinue reading “skylit lighthouse”

last 5 titles [updated 3.31.16]

i’ve scrapped my last five writings, with the opening sentences starting with, “its hell in this darkness” “dearly departed, please be here for my heart” the other three were as stark “i hate being alive” don’t seem to remember, one rubric:  ‘demons inside“. life is overrated. diluted with wine my tears empower me. tailspin fusionContinue reading “last 5 titles [updated 3.31.16]”

Robot. I’m a. robot. 

I map out entire existences in the blink of an eye. I could hire statisticians for the things I’d describe. Statistical paralysis. Analysis by analytics. It’s lonely in the library, & things considered semi-cryptic. focused on the binary, I do the math on how to rule you. it’s crucial, at worst. at best, it’s the crest’sContinue reading “Robot. I’m a. robot. “

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