waiting for a saviour to seek shelter in someone else's crotch
a disparity based on age,sticky fingers,purpose or destiny
like bourbon at midnight for that short, eternal moment,
terminally self depreciating.
mythologies imposed upon salvation-addiction,
desperately seeking whiTeR teeTh, smiling at dreams of blood
"I am enunciating clearly and appear to be content."
If you unearth enough velvet Elvises from a gunshot wound
smell the decadent,feverish melding of moist soil seeping thru negative example..
as filtered thru televison,urine, & spilt heroin
the death of glorified burnt out grunge become a dogma,
anthems for disaffected teens.
the prelude to screams so silent i DARE you to answer
light your ciggaret with a star who has fallen tooth and nail
fucking step on the shards and dance in the blood.
Q:"What do you do now in the spirit world?"
today, i wore a dress of transparent ivory,papier mache fish, passion and pain.
WORMHOLE::
i don't know if other people feel the indifference of the void, the disinegration of everything we cherish thru their veins like i do
to make sculpture out of inspired fragments, of thorns or infected needles.
but i digress...
If Barbie is so popular, then why do you have to buy her friends?
a vestigial heart could not have pulled that trigger
seeking solace, i drink icy tears.
disillusioned, disconnected, disembodied, dangling, frightened
prostrate in subjugation, babtized with salt water, branded, bleeding
the fragility of candle burns, staining in bright red letters
hang my head in shame.
my wings get tangled up in the womb,
passion.
a sip of holy water
an eternity of my craving
pressure's slice
every insignificant event
transformed into material pain...
a nerve free- hooked on blood,moshka,sewer water, even heroin
our last kiss goodbye feeds off deja vu & might have been
swallowed suckled and tongue teased,
entangled injected addicted
peculiarly shattering finale, sickened & spent.
denim jean gashes
plunged into a pit as black as this jagged moment
hold your breath
pull my heartstrings
touch my head,
cock,
melancholy soul alone in the dark...
fetch me my shotgun, & a haaandful of shells.
