Inoculated

peel the skin from off me

I'm sleepless and unwound

like the hands of oceans

carve me an emotion now

rulers touch as time blends dripping

I'm bound in a land of nines

begotten stigma sheathed no more

iron droplets burn like bones

and singe the level's sighing sign

tear me in half again

the worthless enemy

I'm a splint and a warm bath

the virgin gemini of crystal nightmares

who lays where the demons play with puzzles

bludgeon the slates for another two shift

and shift another two bits

what a life where the life was the life

I'm a shattered mirror

a shell of the antithesis

destroyer of the waking vision

everything is waiting to forget

except memory which won't let

one clear and weightless escaped breath

slip into this cracked and crippled

downward oxtails vestige pupil

I'm waiting for the bell

screaming shadows between my ears

a river of rancid leer

undulating mass of existential putrescence

the blue ghost, whore of dobbies reaper

marco laudanum

picnic me to the quiet place that hides inside

the force wakes me

perpetual chore the tart involuntary

a great nail drives into all points

and feasts on the bitter truth of disparity's tooth

and the hooded ensign's lute is merry

and the shit stews evenly very

as the hands runs and the lights say come

and I'm tied to the wind around me

as lancelot's ghost shouts to me

a black leaking foundry

cumbered elicit boundary

why does it found me

hound of the light corpse stands but a hair's with

and still as never zoomed pith

fingers broth clings and the dart of whim

slander reverb dint

two clocks collide in the void

the trumpets stare like unholy droids

and umpteenth sharpens its sword of poise

unlocking the false colloid

and dragging heap is toyed

and wells empty annoyed

but the pulse enjoys and so speaketh the violin ploy

rembrandt inhales noise

as the world hides sugar

and the chess men hatch

the coffin cradle spins aback

and the grass is plucked of shadow

until the next droplet swings round the rocky aspect

and lands with a kiss of word

Casio Peppercorns

Third rate doses rubber knobs
Impromptu fudging's paper tails
A touch of high-end gutter spice
Might be enough to set the sails

Designation's bloated teeth
Have mediocre subtle sweets
Ramming down inside the throats
Of all the utter hopeless geese

So prick the tongue with claws of whores
Ungrateful fat as Caesar's beef
And unto you a glittered toxin
Spiked and noxious clutching leech

The day is withered to a nub
But clouds part inward on the ridge
With waxy bitches in the distance
Clawing for each cell so glib

I hear the sunset and smell the sky
Though salty it seems soft and tart
And as the garbage hangs on pigtails
Hope is starting to depart
And something rustles in the dark
No form is given to the mark
The tongue is coming out

Message in a Bottle Cap Molecule

Dear Var,

how's the weather inside the glow

I'm tied to a tether an inch from go

and the sun is rising with moon in tow

one from 3 tens with acid woe

how are the floaters and jugglers strings

I think your phone has lost it's ring

the shit heart plots with mine and slings

and nowhere do I see your things

perhaps my glasses broke inside

and turned my pupils inside out

for every stride I take toward glide

produces bullets in my snout

my treads are K up to itself

and getting deep as trenched in seas

would it help to steal and jibe

instead of giving measured please

where's the white inside the mouth

does every cube it come with thorns

am I so sullied here and now

upon this shit infested floor

that not one gaze is set aside

to sprinkle raindrops 'pon my door

ask and ye and do unto

is fine and dandy for the mass

but just between Akasha's pew

and tetra-polar immortal mass

is there some space between the clouds

or splitting twixt the atoms hoops

where oldest oph and ooze of od

can mince and exchange sane and truth

biscuits wits locution sits

with apas purslane and some wind

and flames of midgets sit on earthen

guts with purple rounding with

is not it mammoth yet so meek

and fundament in all its parts

what ask is it for might so much

to take one tooth from off the shark

sitting in a field of glass

amidst the lumps of minced up clays

no aloe could remove the burns

that re open with breath and bray

renaissance to distant lamps

and leper to the alum twin

the god seed in a crack-proof nut

who covets burgeon more than sin

so kindly as the rainclouds dot

to every pulse en bubble blue

half way tween the smoke and swallows

over plank and concrete screw

in a patch or grassy dovet

hole or stadia supreme

handle puteth if you will it

leak one micron of a beam

one grain stretch ed into ream

of simple strand eloquent mean

for instant second minute more

will grow and show unto the team

abnormal sentience

smells from an image

smells from a sound

smells from a thought

swirl all around

life is still stony

brain is still brown

full and still lonely

starving and round

penny in the till jar

green on the lens

black and white paper cuts

call me again

pain is a pendulum

love is a lie

take me away from here

don't let me die

questions and answers

don't meet on my street

like weddings and executioners

waiting to meet

the serpent is silent

my bombs are just breeze

I'm trying in cups

perhaps he wants leagues

what is the right answer

what is the right plead

what is the right word

or punctual piece

something is hinting

something is here

something is hidden

when will it appear?

Moving

I'm tired.
Sitting in a blurred vision.
Day after tick and sit thinking.
I glance and the clock is heating.

Speed.
Like a trapped minnow.
Bound by clapping footsteps.
And the creator of stupid miseries.

Where.
The hidden junction seek.
Dismissing all and sleep.
It is punishment.

Ponder.
And the mind wanders.
And the smile lingers.
Thanks.

Hope.
A circular wishing well.
Movements only move these.
Nothing else.

Cling.
i will not give in to what it wants.
I will fail until it loves me.
And then smile.
Thanks.

venus fallback

Thrown back into the monotony,
Like a Christ cog gorging on Deuteronomy,
I bounce on the silt of the ocean floor,
My stomach feels empty and I cringe once more.

Money, this devil, this beast, this honey,
It comes, then waits, then takes it from me,
Stab at a face like a drooling monkey,
And feign happiness glued to pixel chutney.

Strangers far and fucks from left,
Who open doors and slam their's shut,
In a dungeon, light bereft,
Sitting in a sea of smut.

I'm torn, so torn as twas forlorn,
Smile in tears for current quails,
Glimpse the Venus grip the horn,
And fall into a dream of gales.

Foolish, could or maybe naught,
Past the flesh one cannot see,
But senses overload distraught,
A man who craves true love and needs,
A man who knows and fails to flee.

From the axis staring out,
All roads lead to sadness true,
Which path leads to small amounts,
And which one leads to baddest news,
Which one leads to tall accounts,
And which one leads me back to you.

steadfast

What can you say
when no matter what
it flows.

Simple makes amazing
complex leads to 1
and it flows.

There's no use exxhausting
or draining anymore
as it flows.

The escalation smooths
and the points are quick and short
as it flows.

entropic

Nearing what endings may appear,
So close, within reach but far instead,
A passion feast so crisp and clear,
A wasteland creeps upon it's heels.

Try for myself and try for others,
It all seems good and for a time,
Everything's smooth as baby blubber,
Then crumbles right on top of mine.

Is this my fate?
Is this my curse?
When I try good things seem the worse,
When I feel great and close to free,
Why does it all fall down on me?
WHY DOES IT ALL FALL DOWN ON ME?

When I crack and go for delf,
And things seem going smooth indeed,
The pulling grips of fates five phantoms,
Hook into the mind of thee,
Begging to look beyond the chasm,
Urging to help someone instead.

Then back I go and for a while,
All is well in demonshire,
Then 1-2-3 it's like electric
dominoes appear to me,
Popping up like sprouted grains,
Then hacked down like a withered tree.

There are no answers I can find,
To all the questions that I ask,
But pressure builds upon my spine,
For each and every single task,

How much more can one such take,
How much more can one such mask,
How much more can one such beg,
How much more can one such wait,

For peace upon this beaten path.

Inversion

Time to turn the down side up,
Break the glass to fill the cup,
Bleed the wound to heal the knife,
Teal's maroon when day turns night.

Four wheels turn to smooth the gourd,
Danger turns to Heaven's sword,
Those with horse forever scorn,
The unjoined thinker and his Moor.

Weakness melts - protection's strength
reaches outward past arm's length,
Fetus pouch will die to stay,
Forgive but not forgotten play.

Sacrifice will turn to gains,
Fire burns bright in our rain,
Tires turn white - roads unpave,
Barefoot crossing grassy blades,
Drawing blood from out of graves,
Clawing parched while drinking waves.

1+1 is back to zero,
Blind is one who thinks not nothing,
Turtles run while rabbits hear those
faint footsteps of uro humming.

Gentlemen have donned their dresses,
Life has shed her breasts for esses,
Small ones tower over giants,
The dissidents are self defiant.

So while you sip your lips may chap,
Your eyes are liars in your lap,
Today's hot item - Tomorrow's crap,
Even oracles will look back
and wonder how this white come black,
Wonder how this came from that,
Ponder why these two gained THAT,
When otto turns to toot.