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This chest is a stalk of cherry pits
wrought with carefree grit
and a hint of kerosene
it lights up the string theories inside of him
that glassy grin is widenin' but,
you know, In spite of them
I wear streaks of monotone and sarotone.
bouncing from the edges of the endzones
dotted lines seep through his pores like black ink
and divide the centers,
wrapping and interweaving through the surroundings
enveloping the shells of bystanders.


I've got a whole lot of broken clocks round his throat,
can barely keep my head up anymore in this cold
but I forever fights for the following gasp
never understanding the circumstance,
a slave of instinct.
No matter how much of a morphine drip he walks,
he won't stumble over his feet.
He'll hobble off with a bottle of his broken thoughts
contemplate the rarefactions
wear passion like bare backs and
tear tracks from his past and
air out the grooves along his shoulder blades.
Someday.

Koto Strings

Koto strings cut up wrists
imprint bliss in the bloodline
drift in and up the confines
in mystic shadows of utter divine.
I spit out waterfalls
mist, clouds, an
integral image wall
I drop adderall on your scripture
Blister innersanctums with my napalm
Hear me break on break on
The mantids place spots
of ephedrine
placate the blades
calm now break gone break gone
fate spawns the eruptions
I stand bearing interruptions
stray from the course
breaking gone
severing the adhesive of this titanic mind state.
strip the accolades
burn the coagulated embrace
drift into another realm
where the cranes rest among the lotus
in the thickness viscous of your reservoir.
Find the lost
for the Rebel lines have all been crossed.
As the levels fall on this introspective,
Find that lost.

Only Deadmen Know

I can speak for your wishes
but never for your impulses
This split lip culture stings the ripples
riddled tin can vultures
pedal past the dusted roads here.
It's the silver spurs on your boots
the powder in your pistols,
the crimson in your system,
the venom in your veins.
I'm stone and arsenic,
lacquered by self loathing,
malignant, yet remnant.

Cast away your shadow,
these lines are thinning,
there is age in these eyes,
in these knuckles and fists,
with the hardhearted are
broken yesterdays.
Hold them no more.
Draw sense from the wolves
find the waters at your feet.
fall to the trails of the weathered,
raise glasses in the name of brethren,
for they carry through the fog
The remnant.

Blue In Green

Once, sometimes only once,
we walk in grass,
we can feel the brushstrokes on our arms
we can taste the divinity in beads of sweat.
We can smell God in strands of hair
cast down by the nature
of the feel of fingertips.
Burn the earth beside you,
tarnish that which calls you to challenge,
set fire to your words,
or dig your toes into the soil,
clench this in the lines of your flesh,
immerse your body in its ecstasy.
Find your river,
and fall in its current.

Groove

Pulsing bumping
Pumping pulling
Currents in my blood stream
Send shockwaves up to the mainframe
Singing
One
Two
One
Two
Rhythm wraps its wings 'round my heart
Squeezes on the ones
Drops on the fours
Paints scenery in my corneas
Splashes of yellows reds blues oranges
Saturate my vision
I am doused in vital signs.
I can feel the heat rise between us.
Break my boundaries
Solo dame esa sonrisa y esa mirada,
Mi cielo,
Y soy tuyo
y el pulso.