You're Right

There IS nothing worse than
too late.

In The Mirror

You're too busy having bandaid orgasms and
chasing entropy smoke to face your fears,
put your fist through that
(twelve month) eternity wall, and
finally, skull fuck
The Universe with that
veiled seed of Everything,
the Know that you are
luckycursed to have growing
in your belly ever since the
conception of your reason.

Sex is revolting;
turning inside out
from the guts is
the only thing that matters
anymore.
Angrily.

meditate on

Am I a teenage boy or a teenage man?
Question mark tattoos adorn my
hands as sand and keys
pour from my mouth

Like words from pleading eyes I
nearly hypnotized from the
afterglow of dreams I sit
straight as the line I did not
trace I
meditate

on the past the present, future
and meditate
on which of those worlds I
should occupy

and meditate
on why I no longer
weep

and meditate
on

and meditate
on

and meditate
on

Borders Boxes Echo Borders

Box, echo box, drag a dead man through the streets

Coronation sound like rattle breath for borders I

will never rest to eat

A Syllable Called

Then our genitals will grow on trees and we'll
fuck the forest at night for kicks and seeds

Useless oceans for thirsty planet, that's a
million dry mouth requiems, a
cacophony

Of sound of sight of
sound mind in spite of
the sum of all truths condensed
into a syllable called

Knowing

nebulous cloudthinking,
sincerity in bathtub recordings,
a confession,
a rooftop gasping kill like
orgasm beneath water,
who've had their fill
but stolen everything more but
less than the every thing of
history

a personal more

human

structure and tears
holding hands with
logic meeting gut I,
I
EYEFUCK a blurry moving picture,
more of a vision,
angrily ogle... that...thing
that is called.... the
WHAT
that I am supposed to "do"

distaste, and
I hasten to blur my own
vision with liquor and
tits and
tits and
tits and

useless fucking sex

learning is difficult
knowing is unbearable

Advice

Don't build your foundation on
the jello of sex, sweet
transparent and
nutritionally
empy

Flows

This is the sound of a one track mind
trapped in a
one track time a
line a
pencil piece of string
an
unforgiving kiss
a
letter soaked in
sweat and love and
unforgiving love
and
you
and everything I
ever asked of
you

beloved

magic fingers magic
hands
of
black and white tonal perfection
oh!
I can't even steel myself to look any
longer I
can't even hold the book
any longer

the one unpublished
the one that grows like cancer
somewhere
between us
coming

it weighs me down
pulls me down like
the anchor I swore I'd
be

so where's my
anti
gravity

now?

I don't know

I don't know
where you are

Wait a second....

.... you knew I'd never be finished, that I have an infinity of things to tell you...
... so why did you ask me if I had anything else to say?

Who Scares The Hell Out of Me....

I'm writing you a book but
you're going to burn it in the
back alleys of your dark heart,
you won't read it you'll just
tear it apart but I'll write it
I will.

Everything I do I do for you.

Everything I do, to impress a girl.

Recurring Dream - Rough

He wakes in bed, a furious storm is raging outside
He's afraid to look, ocean waves are crashing against
the window of his second story bedroom,
his house is out to sea