1-2-3

I step to the james wilkes booth and drizzle magma fellowship
patsty lee harvey then jack ruby the evidence
paper presence suckle precipice imminent
silk raspberry milk
craft shiny sirens
pick caterpillars off my kids and breed hybrids
breathing this island in from my expression
the pain, the scar, the lesson
the name, date, ascension
the time for me to leave is coming soon
what did it feel like before the knowledge set in?
I'll never know so I do wop do doo
1-2-3 on this a b c
ain't much else of here left within me
the night I cried inside you I knew of dignity
now alone I strain to map lost divinity
the one's who can't see seem ghostly beings
so a sun's soul seeps into cold crooked creeks
the month page unfolded was December 15th
half man half animal meat chewing fiend
my palms will bleed deep red before this shit is done
with no book in my hand I cook rope, puns, and mud
the flood combust tornado thunder light nights for love
obama's like your 4th wicks, probably a dud
the monitor conformed to social networking hubs
we search for the fuck
we google the dove
constrained by our touch
images aint the same
a girl that truly loves me more than dream games
my mind's in tune with budspeech flower autumn braids
this the clone turn motherplant purely off sunrays
but now i'm ridin' in on a waterfall trail
manning skateboard horse raining napalm hail
homies till dust ashes choked and burned up
when I die grow a willow at the spot our thoughts gushed
pillow talk is easy, the muffle hides us
speak child speak
leave the fuck and make love
we've been saying it for thousands
i'll say it once again
he who quotes only He sees with a dirty lens
i ain't a whore so don't give a fuck
it's She that raised churns the ocean
concerned nonetheless with your hopeless fit for focus
life's like gardens wilt cause your head ain't lit the lamps
so i projected butterfly shadows with my hand's flutter scratch
the mind intact unraveled, psychotic and logic to bone
composite of carbon to clone
obsidian idiom coat
the desert shine quench mirage envelope role players till the cotton clogs squealing hog meat in the eat theatre
paranoia got me infared eye terminator scan report, think, plan, wax,

We Wear The Mask

I fly high a lot
so i guess technically i'm wingin' it
burning mental demon grip on brain transmission sequences
they pray on proud people
I see all-mission feeble pencil stenciled easel etches on unequal signal stretches
your inner god is out
kinda' looks like a skeleton
the fins flap in my mouth
swimming in my well again
seldom can the thirst be quenched
holding onto negligence
like lemonade tongue tangerine lunge spraying water elements
the rain must fall goliath
the peasant must defeat it
complain not out of ice spite
your cold fear is the root of weakness
judge me at those glass gates reflecting the burning face of heaven
holding spears aflame for legends to live in infamous flame for essence
the message isn't the rhyme, the rhyme is like the motion
the motion's like the ocean and well it reflects the opened
i noticed you're looking hopeless
and stopped by to open the curtains
there ain't reason in living furnished yet we cushion our every burden
one day the holes engulf both man woman molds
and we'll strive to recreate what we once were, ain't that a joke
i'm all afloat on tree canoes while floosies ruting boo the mood
my friends all true as blue will move
lets river stream this poisoned you
ey rap is sacred but also a plague
understand us mc's play self-destructive games
that's why the thieves will die before my verse is done day
blood ribbons wrapping prism in poisonous organisms venomous diction constrict first than sink teeth in
multi-flare demon pixelite spark speedin'
fuck an anti-rhyme scheme I don't think about it even
i'm off my rocking chair
I cough a lot and stair
ensnared, impaired, concerned, override system...burst
the tide must immerse
inside must emerge
strangelove
is
cursed
with these
holes
in his head
so build me a web
that I can sleep in
and i'll burn it
all down
within a weekend

The Rules

1. Drink more water.
2. Get less sleep.
3. Burn shit.

Carousels

I fell in love with the fairest of them all
on an uneven carousel spinning cotton candy web galaxies
a perfect woman floated across the fairgrounds recycling sunshine honey in her mothership
your tractor beams are fishing lines
my lips are bleeding green for you
I folded dove wings over cups of tea trying to end war
yanking these hooks out is like calling an air strike in the dead of the night
your middlegroundpoundcake sounds like earthquake drum solo's
my tastebuds my tongueblooms my lungs collapse beneath the foliage
Have you ever re-evolved on the carousel of light?
I'm wearing a paper hat, on a paper boat, with paper weights zig-zagging beta fish
and the clouds of smoke were really magic tricks by underwater sand magicians
I'm counting clouds while you count sheep
and I sleep with three eyes open so the moon waters my iris flowers
when you wake me on dead nights you are usually drunk
the police raided my house to tell me your phone was a breathilizer
somewhere a pyramid is wobbling and a dominion is sturdy
and I fell in love with the fairest of them all
on my canvas i drip tongue molasses sweet slow silky swirling slopes sliding secretly in silence
there isn't S on a chest that does not rise and fall with breath
no baby I know your smile is crooked as stockton highways
I stepped on a crack and broke my mothers back with the weight of straightening my life out
and each line I tug yanks spinal chords from your confetti factory
your handy tree branches grip my voicebox cutter
and I can only channel some grim prophecy to bleak speaker ashes
when you plummet I feel strange like i'm missing out on a sweet fall from the sky
I get high because I promised my mom I'd be an astronaut when I was 11
my cannabis children grow skinny when I'm gone
drink my darling infants
for the fruit of the callas is water on wooden tongues
and I fell in love with the fair
in the funnel cake tunnel smelling churro flower stems
laughing blind in funny mirrors at our distorted forms
will you find yourself in reflections
or continue to contort?

Drips

She smiled bubbelgum sunsets
sticky slates of pink snow slipping off her slender slopes slithering up my skull
blood rushing, tongue tingling
heat shimmering mirage woman dancing heatwave water bottles in a cottonmouth dessert
the drips
are like black widow belly red snowflakes floating slowly
cradled in my tongue the blood dots paint abstractions
this my graffiti slicer light saber bleak streaker contraption
holding onto your peach bleached my hands sweet clear and clean
sweep my feet away again darling starlet
on cold nights I can imagine voices screaming
and if you think i'm crazy about you
then this poem is a straight jacket
i hope you feel warm and sane
her lips are plush hazel maple lemon brush angles
eyes like Phoenix sneezes frozen bursting in utter darkness
she drips
like solitary bedroom monsoons
I wish you knew how much I love you
beneath the downpourage suppers she glittered crystal sickles
then harvested my knotted stomach cuts into her body
it still confuses me
the way she never felt the same
so i've come to these last pages to embrace a dying nebula
and in the starlight of the rotting
in the sunset of the smog
when we're finally so open
our insides hit the floor
i hope you save that juicy splatter somewhere deep inside your fabric
because somewhere in my journey
you hold an important place
she smiled candycane redwood white oak glowing rows
rainbow willow tendrils
and roots in pure gold
but her eyes
her eyes
were black holes
center
galaxies
wrapped around
molecules
atoms
figments
of my
head
and body
chemicals
drip
drip
drip

InHerNet

You let me plug into you and download anything I want

The slow speed left me in you all day and tied up phone lines all night

You showed me anything I desired

Your light is blue

And you connect me with everything

Us disconnecting sucks, like it megabytes

And my facebook is bound in strands of your hair with pages of human skin

When you upload your new life my eyes well up with crystal clear waterfalls of data

So why have I forgotten the password to your heart?

Us disconnecting

Unplugged my home signal

And now I’m lost in riddles and computer language translations

You are an electric God

And I worship our oneness

Even if it means disconnecting us from the rest of the world

And turning pale in the silver glow of the one mind

You let me run the deepest programs in the mainframe of your memory

And when we made love your software had a hard drive I can’t forget

You connect me with all there is

You are the root plugs and the electric soil

I need you to exist

Without the inhernet

I can’t connect

So where do I go now?

My search engine sputters nightly and soon it’ll break down for good

Even if it means sore muscles in keyboard fingers I’ll sing through your speakers

I’m pulling out each blue tooth with the back of a rusty hammer

So my mouth becomes a gateway to red swamps

Taste my poison apple eye pod of lust desire saliva

I lost the why fire long ago

And don’t ask why you have sex with meaningless people

Or why you throw up at mannequin parties

And visit my bedside as a ghost

To hum your steady whir of energy

You’re a black widow in a ripped website

And I’m writing the script to your romance film

If my space had a star like you I could sing infinite gigs

But this movie was pirated

Just like everything else you give

You let me plug in and download anything I needed

Souls should be priceless

Thank you for pure freedom

So where do I go now?

These hands hold us together

Fingertips are blinking red and

Tears broke my router again

I need the lights to become green so I can one day grow another garden

But what’s an island of fruit trees

If old models die monthly

There are windows into us written on walls and profiles

I use a logitechnique to convince myself I can live without you

Will I ever find another lover that accepts every fault possible?

And babies me like a motherboard?

Phantombs

one of these nights

when your ghost visits my bed

i'll tell you I love you and really mean it

and watch you become real again

a ghost visits my room on weekended nights

whispering childhood into my itching ears

when the dead touch my lips

these coffins emit you

letters buried in shoeboxes burn in my igloo

one of these mornings

when I wake to a silent house

i'll pretend you woke me up with a phone call

and speak in tongues

remember 2 am in brookside making love naked near so many rich people?

I fantasize about such glory in the future....

now I am a medium -a link to another world

digging shadow lakes for ruby pearls and purrs from girls

one of these nights

when your ghost visits my bed

i'll kiss your lips and really mean it

and watch you come back to life

only I see you as you are

are you a reflection of myself?

Am I alive anymore?

When will I be born again?