Bukowski would spit on your dreams

I wake and I’m shaking and everything’s green

A dirty ass mattress and dirty ass sheets

But baby this business has never been clean

I scribbled it out on a tissue

And I wrote part two on a newspaper issue

Real means to rip people off and turn blue

When all of your sins end up finding you

Got safety pins stuck in the soles of my feet

Blood under my fingernails; ...

And I go mourning, horning on

My love spans twice a Megalodon

When cold and crass our bodies crash

And I go splintering like glass

Across the floor your soul reaps on

And to the door all yew and yon

I caved before a garish god

Who, crouching, crumbling like sod

Has granted me the gift of gall

Which now I summon, grit and raw

Against the day of Megalodon

Against the gay and goried one

And I that...

Cult of the cosmos

Madhouse of the religious fanatics

I dropped a few lines before I blew that shit up

The church bathroom is such a cliche at this point

“Your body is only holy when I say it is

Your body is only holy when it’s kneeling, subservient,

Underneath a ‘man of god’”

I drew a picture and hated it so much I burnt it up

Now I know what it’s like to be god

I watched them destroy everyone...

Cult of the cosmos

The insane leading the blind

An assassinated innocent

Let’s just say the church bathroom is still a holy place

And key smiths are still upstanding citizens

And you are still a delusion

And I’m still an orphan

I hallucinate blood on my knees every time I skate

The zipper on my black skirt is breaking

Milk leaks between my teeth

Instead of pomegranate juice

And the only fuckin...

Cult of the cosmos

Masturbating in the church bathroom

Bleeding onto the safety pins on the tile floor

Death by monotony or familiar fear

I want to vomit

Empty myself of all the garbage you fed me

My internal organs pink, tinged copper

Because poison leaves it’s mark on little girls

I want surgical scalpels between my ribs

I want to appear like my own savior

I want to keep you up all night

Br...

My lips split in the middle

Molten voices in my ears

Hey, what if I just stabbed myself in the eye?

My computer responds with a scream

*CONSIDER THIS A WARNING*

Only cowards buy safety pins

Real men aren’t women

Real women are beautiful

My face reflects back at me in my phone

*be happy* flashes up on the screen

It’s on my bucket list

I see him everywhere like a hallucination

“Oh my god, I thin...

Sweat trickles down my bare body in streams. I’m naked, I’m dirty, my hair is damp.

Why am I naked?

I look up and realize I don’t know where I am. I am here, but a moment before I was, not.

I don’t think I was alive a second ago.

Have I just been born?

But no, that’s ridiculous. I’m full grown, and I’m all alone in this sandy, dusty wasteland. Flat on my back, I stare up into an oddly empty sky an...

The leading, blinding way you’ve seized my head

Beneath the lust of youth that still holds innocence

With tenderness you lead me to your bed

And there I feast on sequins

And carve you up

With knives

And dance

She serves you up on center stage

Permitting you to strip your veils and scream

But I am here (and I am everywhere)

And everything you do you do for me

Yes, freedom, yes sweet autonomy

Ill...

The gold

The silver moon is silent

The gold belongs to king and tyrant

But the countenance of pasty blue

Is home and held by me and you

Fire

What the peasants cried

For water as their water died

The water pulled by shining tide

The domain of the moon

She’ll take her land back soon

We know, these days

Those golden rays

Have never been a friend to me

I’d really rather leave the sea

And you, and yo...

Threes your lucky number

He punches cards and blacks out lights

Thirteen because I want to fight

Thirty men on opening night

The one,. The only

Give me the phone

Good time to get used to being alone

You cant take a hint so I give you a line

3 x 3 x 1 is nine

My runner up runs faster than yours

I dare you to find a more obvious choice

Or be safer in where you allow your own voice

3 o’clock. Sunny...