Sapiens is always filthy
We're efficient
We're corrupt
We can root out greener pastures
We will crush them into dust
we will fortify our towers
We will drink with fearsome lust
From the gentle valley rivers
From the oceans, black and rough.

Last night I dreamed that you forgave me
All my burdens washed away and
All I had to do was say,
I wanted this. That I was ready

We came together in a loft
just like the one in RRG

Family thinks it’s peace to know that "God forgives me".

But you won't

I could walk 500 miles to fall down at your door and choke,
right?

I miss lounging in your bed
Your nicotine sweetened breath an apparition
Ecto-hawk wings furling feathered round my head

“Calliope says practice magic,
But I’m not a clockwork toy;
I know what sorrow befalls men
who walk that fruitless path of toil”,

I’ve never let my ego mar a friendship before
I wanna like you less now every time you best me.
Something gross like noxious nestles in my chest at your successes,
Although all of them consistently impress me.
You do all the things I do but, I guess, better, and I hate it

Fall last year, around this time a tweaked out woman wandered by
Knocked on the door, asked for a 20:
Told her I was broke and couldn’t offer money
But that I had some fruit and could give her a coke,

I am still not ready to keep living after losing you
But days keep passing by no matter what I say I cannot do
Everything inside of me keeps screaming I should "Give up!"

Hush,
Sit in the hole,
Fearsome pit.
Smells like mystery, soil and shit
Full of nothing: nothings bliss

I can walk across campus
And nobody smiles
Maybe they’re lonely?
Maybe they’re tired?

In contrary, your piety
Makes love to minds
through songs like Seraphim
Your clarity of artistry
Surpasses as amalgam
God and Sin.

We are immortal
But will fade so young
Matter cannot die, still,
We are ash on the tongue
Of the great, black sky
Where all matter fell, hence,
Where all matter goes nigh
Blind sparks flash red…

What was once crisp, great rustling pile,
All bounce and crunch and childish wiles
Now mildew-wet, darkened, deflated
Jump in, slick, and twist my ankles

What frozen chill grows in this silence
Cuts through, cut-throat, tinged with violence
Here’s to the ice-edged knife!
My tongue stuck
To piteous idol of nihilismus

The way people learn is through experience

Observation shapes organic education out of our existence
I’ve tried to mould enlightened lessons out of stacked traumatic turbulance
But I perceive less tribal unity than pornographic arrogance

asking how to make you smile's like
asking clouds how to make them rain
they do not know, they could not care,
and frankly there's no way but waiting

Got a Hole in my head
All the hope leaks out
Run a wild, mad, track
Leave a trail on the ground

My soul is malnourished
sniffing out bread crumbs
begging on sidewalks
desperate for love
Some sick deficiency
Deep in my blood

I cannot see the light you see
the glittering promise the raw earth holds,
I'm told,
I cannot taste, or reach
Ask and so you shall receive
Does not seem to apply to me
No intentionality,

You hurt because you lie,
Eat crow!
And I’ll eat Elmer’s, six years old-like
Holed up in this house alone
Faced disgrace and a heart full of stone

Brain buzzing
no caffeine
just one million tiny bees
Poke and sting and
All day long
Whine derisive
Busy songs

The vacuum inside of me
feels like an act of nature
Published work, diplomas
Paychecks, love letters,
big black hole beats
support network wall-paper

Leather skins,
weathers growing warmer
water splashing on the tin shins
well into the winter,

Blood-bound brother senses wonder
Hidden in another's womb
Bitter ice inside my heart would make her flesh into a tomb
But if my curse is less than certain

All I ever wanted was the feeling I was good enough
How is it I keep chasing dragons that I've never even touched?

I want to carve the pieces out you've scarred into my life
But if I take my blade up then I'll be left scarred, but twice
I want to scour the things you think, the way you act, and how you look
To find the peace I had before the liberties you took

No one gives a fuck about poetry
You can't eat it, or wear it, it ain't worth a dime
And that's true despite how meticulously
You craft every syllable into its line

Yeah I wanna be your muse-
What girl wouldn't?
When you play like a God
While you pray like a Sycophant

I'm consistently so cold that I can
feel it in my teeth,
I just slept for 15 hours but
I want to go back to sleep,

They sanitized my brain and left me permanently sober
I used to be a veritable miracle of faith
They stuffed it full of hormones and then rinsed it out with bleach
So no more phone lines straight to God
And no more bleeding ink.