CRIME SCENE
on stage they stood
peering over lords
violent hosts
gasping
in bed, tucked in
so tightly
i begin to choke
air is thin there, so much better in real life
real life
standing close to my side
lords strangely speak amongst themselves
answering my prayers
through strangers
underwater deaths
on their speech, the stench of meat
all kinds, animals and human, the meat of a vegetable slowly rotting
growing cross like across the room
out of the window
and across the sand
Desert King
writhing around in the mud
squealing the squeals of a thousand voices
remotely possible
black dog licks, laps at the wound
coursing through my veins, our
fire too hot
melting my clothes off
bodies hidden
you can tell
shoes stick up from the ground
marking grave sites
a thousand, no, another thousand, or a trillion years old already
dust
LAST NIGHT I WAS GOING TO COMMIT SUICIDE
in bed i thought about it
smoke twirling towards the ceiling
my soul escaping my body, cryptic
spiritual
supernatural
there is another side
he didn't believe in
in bed i thought about it
Desert Death V
full of bodies
houses are close together
white panes
sticking out at the side
bombed
cracked windows
escaping the cracks
an hour ago
bungalow
houses fall into each other
lit up
lost
another road
another scream
up the spine
across the chest
rain hits my face
warm dull drops
washing the blood from my hands
i replace bones
shove them into new sockets
new sockets
i drive through you
eating you
watching you
quiet tomorrows
quiet forever
rain hitting my arms
aligning black hairs
sprouting dismal forest
the only thing i have of worth