lost all
trust

nothing should be cognitive

the violent are blasting
fastly disappearing nature-space
across the street for useless capitalist homing
while black and mild smoke pours from my lungs
in a cold humidified atmosphere

i've got two bodies radiating
masculinity
distally, medially
they both equally break of
little pieces of my heart and
consume them

breaking down a single pillar
their humanity's in a blender
and i care but cannot stop

i just want to break down too:
bed all day with ruffled sheets
minimal clothing
smoke bellowing from
clean, virgin lungs.
space cadet badge, fair skin and
clear complexion.
mellow every vein and face muscle
become one with the surroundings,
the people you're surrounding

you have glory ahead of you
a long eventful road
and your heart races, sings and rises
with the prospect.

painful compassion

metal ceramic paint,
coffee mug burn on my
mount of apollo
very real and almost blistering
i invite a kiss to better it.

and today,
sticky glue
melted chemicals, searing hot
a small coverage of my
jupiter finger
it reddens and stings
and my offer still stands

now, i fabricate a lie
of how boiling morning liquid
pained my monochrome lips
and a smirk that would hurt otherwise
that speaks in devil-tongues
for a healing
mouth to mouth kiss

his laugh pleases all of the senses
sight; saran wrap eyes
scent; solstice gum
touch; cracking through my sternum to my heart (emotional)
taste; mouthwatering
sound; weak, sputtering like an overturning engine, soft
and all around absofuckinglutely beautiful

the present

crunchy golden skin
fried and seasoned
free of imperfections from a
artificial periosteum.

the sky will fall tonight
tiny pendulum prisms
streaks across the sky
otherworldly wonders
tiny wishes

completely freed from my chains

spinal nerve roots
its trunk is fibrous
and it branches off
grounding itself like a tree
to transverse processes
its poison ivy vines
snaking down your stem
its veins decorating your vertebra

his voice is melting brown sugar
rough but soothing
and cheek wrinkling from its sweetness
it could spit out anything and you'd
listen, believe it
and this is dangerous but completely
wondrous.

no here

it's funny how
tresses of dead, outstretched epithelium,
keratinized
can determine social status
aesthetic quality or
reproduction capabilities
by its flaunting, manipulation or
scent.

peaking;
the topmost euphoria of any
trip
the hill's clean air
smelled like the ocean
but miraculously, nowhere near one.

lightning bolt flash;
each flint-inspired combustion
lights the scene for only a second
illuminating each beauty in red
and it's picturesque, historical
and heart warming.

my life comes in fragments
and only the beautiful can be
documented
but those are the only film strips i
wish to remember
for all the others are
ugly, tattered
and infectious.

box

so this is
le niveau le plus bas.
i lay back and it's
cold, beautiful
the blood rushes to my head and this is
euphoria.
i am so trapped.