To enter your thoughts for just a few seconds As your pick their faith from your teeth The obscene dance of your memories What you touched and what you
My knuckles are bleeding on your front door and these flowers are wilting in the rain. They were for you and now they are for no one. They are irrelevant
Jennifer wrestled her friend playfully to the ground In front of the snowcone stand And began licking at the girl's eyeballs As if they were sugar cubes
give you exhibit A A country girl bludgeoned with an elephant tusk I give you everything I have wrapped in a shy kiss For you to use once and then destroy
butt fuck At some point protection and domination became synonymous And somewhere theres a bullet on its way to your face pig
In this two bedroom tomb I'm sitting all alone With the television static And refrigerator drone I'm waiting for those blessed arms That seem to wrap
Androgynous we are Ancient statues deformed in desert winds Dead children play In Mapplethorpe Grey Midnight orgies at the school for the blind Learn
Single-file lemmings prepare the mandate in effect Simply a testament to our gullibility Each pull of the lever lends credibility To an institution which
Dyed red hair, a forest green dress And a pair of kitchen knives It was the last time I ever saw a rose
Once colorful dreams now swing Like dead paratroops from the naked trees Your sky lips and snow skin are sugar For the carrion perched high atop the naked
All star crossed and starry eyed innocence Pulled away by maturity's tide Loneliness as the void into which All this warped obsession is cast Shyness
Everyone quickly hushed up and took a step back As Jenifer rose and stood over the girl, examining her handiwork Her heart lay motionless beneath her,
i see the pale girl in a red dress on the stairs of a sinking mansion her siblings take me to her sometimes they say she's my ghost sent back to rape
archaic bureaucracy doomed from the outset bloated and hedonistic invincible and inert a bedridden monolith of uselessness we lack the fortitude to pull
the men of science Who would trivialize the collapse of a sun And kill these atheists Who can only make their tears with thumbscrews I cannot destroy
I dream sometimes of a brother in red The first unborn, perhaps the son of God aborted And tossed and a garbage bag, life is black comedy Slapstick and
i dream of leaving this body through a leak in my skin escaping this temple holding a young god in visions of purity undone visions of purity undone and
a pair of cracked snowflakes bleed behind a veil of crimson butterflies her face is a heaven littered with dead angels i bathed in their blood slept upon