If crying is....

if tears are made by sunshine

i cry a dripping rainbow

bright as school bus dayglow paint in marry pranks

i carry dense angst

head arranged to carry dead weight

ghosts on my shoulders

and a specter can be heavy as granite boulder

abercrombie models sell sex to touchy teens

run amongst foggy dreams where players of the game hardly know their team

hardly pardon beings unaware of what is inside

the sunrise told me to climb and sunset encouraged a dive

i'm like floating in time

holding dino DNA inside veins sewed by three lines the old, young, and middle aged

soul plunged feet first train ride inifinite

plus beyond is mindset when bomb circles rotate

left a burner blessing heavens gates plus paid extra for the montannah

charged cortex at vortex rip in space and absorbed anti-mana

totipotent

i figure 8 motions

thats 4 pairs coastin'

and one end that equals one start

kids quick to E like mart in bart simpson dimensions

i hung from spiderwebs inventions churning to burst my legend

kinda' rigged the message 'cross stars blinking above peasants

and that light pollution's beautiful from outside

shut if off

so we can see clearly who's lurking in the outer dark

2012 spell air born like the swine flue

each comic component meant to keep us chewing our nails until we reach skin

eat your fingers

sleep lingers if you have been

i want my ribbons to sail on a frail mother earth lip texture soft and warm like california and feel better

but I miss her

misery cutting my mood with ice scissors

this cut and paste reaction method hardly filled the fissure

marley told me how to not cry but times are tough

teenager first love creator disaster itching brush

pastor's kiss a shoe up above then shine their eyes

my polished beat lunge toward the keyhole scheme then twister punch liars

michael minus the myers

singing like ancient whales

valor like blackbeard plus fungus bow and ripped sails

Sexorcism

He calls she a lover but keeps his drawer stocked with condom wraps

she screams his name often but her voice often cracks

he says she's the answer to a puzzle piece he's missing

she believes they're two of one him but self-portraits aren't that interesting

she lets him hit from the back cause sex is formed from porno acts

loud enough to break an egg inside her body clock has changed

she rummages through letter page of better days nostalgia straining legs to make a V

like free love was ever about peace

most these intellectual hypersexuals make me queasy

fucking for deep reasons don't kid me kids, you're mind is easy

and i tried to buck fast

sweat self-respect out both hands

lifted skirt and ski down melting regions gripping sweaty fat

wetness darkens clothing casting shadows on your self control

autopilot zombie dance hypnotic music guiding goals

mono silence idle hands take hold of head and drain your soul

hands around her back

you're living in a jail

hands upon her ass-cheeks

drinking holy grail

one-track ram rod

lightning quick slip,

read her clit like brail, the words were dirty useless

male love placing bets for pussy flip, head or tail

living in the loopholes spinning figure 8's ego frail

spread legs spread disease

spread it on like mint condom condiments

odds are actions governed by ale rations hence the stagnant passion

trails of semen fail to stick to one night stand-in's

you didn't write the tune only played another's jammin'

calling out you players stuck in video game descriptions

l cracked her codes plugged components in and ran deception scripts

"Who's at my door?"

they rang me twice rung out my skin of lube and slime

screamed a fuck me harder like a martyr masochistic

pass the passed out drunk fuck victim leaking a pale jism

he doesn't care about his adrenaline addiction

just suck it like you haven't drank in months, the drunk's the mission

loud enough to shatter another silly egg

he'll box you in the box, just a boxer puppy humping legs

my thoughts been thumpin' ultra bass

suppressed like bottled teenage angst

quest to wreck the modern age of shallow sexual interplay

he calls she a lover but keeps his head filled with phony shit

she sings his name like record crisp but her voice often skips

the percussion of them thrustin' sounds like a lonely soul clapping

music for blue kids, the only song is satisfaction

the penis hypodermic needle prepped for conception

no wonder they get veins pumpin' thick before injection

you're an addict and at again

you're an addict and you're at it again

you're a sex addict and you're at it again

you're an addict and all you needed

were real friends