Kill Your Passions, Live Your Lovers
It's like I do everything but prove it.
Then when your god and your world and your only
World comes crashing down, and your Dad is too high
And your Mom is too distant, and your cats are all shitty,
And you only got what you're damned is me, and goddamn.
Coz I will create ruins for you and call them nothing
But that, the gods are dead and we only need to walk
In nature. The river valley brings us together the way
Stoners know souls kiss in this for once and that is forever.
Your heart looks like some green haze drifting off in the trees.
We used to just get high and get lost in forests.
Now we just bleed our best hurting like this fucking city.
But the forests call, I know. I see it in your earthen eyes.
All the animals are drawn to you like smoke. They hear your
Heart and god whispering unsettled things in settled winds.
Your heart bothers me so much I can't sleep. I just, I just
I drink too much, you smoke a lot, we're both quitting,
And I love you for trying and letting me.
It's like all I can do is love you but prove it.
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3:22 AM, FEELING SHIT
If you love words as much as me,
If you love food as much as me,
If you love
At all, as much as me.
If you cannot restrain yourself
From the senses,
And you cannot get enough,
Then fuck you too. I love you.
There's this shitty world out there.
And I'm a believer in shitting on it.
But we find ways to make the harsh
Not so, we make whiskey, we make wine.
We make au poivre ladled over striploin.
Goddamn, we do our best. And then we don't.
And that is me. Not doing my best. But trying.
Wondering why pickled shallots so pink
Make everything, and I mean everything better.
And only discovering now that hangovers
Are just too much of you, so have another drink.
You will hate yourself in the afternoon.
You gotta live, and live only for nights.
We only live at night.
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Daddy's Girl
There's this world out there. Fuck
Do they hate me when I hate me.
I threw an orange at her Dad during
Christmas meal. I had enough.
I have all the backup and none. I'm just
Sorry, not sorry. Call me a drunk one
More time. I'll prove your shit theory
As I take your daughter home and give
Her the only home she's ever known, Dad.
God, does she hate me today. And God,
Do I love you for giving me the strength
To be, to hurt, to submit and say I'm sorry.
I am sorry. I said it. I am a man, after all.
This is why he gave me a ride home.
That's what real men do. She
Will never understand. And we will
Break up and I will laugh at citrus
Being the focal point of finally.
I can love you all, and will, but you
Do not tell me about one more
Conspiracy theory and claim Jesus.
Fuck you all, with love.
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Deep Breaths, None Left
There was the intention of angels.
You were all born. How they all wished you
Good luck. And that was all
It ever was, was you. I hope you burn
Your life forward like some great depth
Not meant to ever live, but to survive its crests.
The abyss was meant to live through.
I survive. You die enough times, look at your eyes.
Your face is forever and the mirror but a puzzle.
Those times you felt gods pick you up again.
Through and through, do, you do anew. Your new
Tears are just your last lives.
When she tells you a joke and you're high again.
I'll love you into whatever I can.
Meaning is us, and soup, and cats again.
There are worlds out there I wish to be none of.
Just this is enough, never enough, you're all of my loves.
Some hope on the horizon, my demons see the sun is seizing.
I look forward to bread with you. I look forward to water.
You settle me beyond my worst tempests. You settle me like
An alcohol can be sobering, gods in radios, lovers in truths.
I'll stand with you till we die through the times.
Those tears can roll down my chest.
When the only animals cry and the old forests burn
I feel you fucken die. I feel you to my devils
And back. I got your back, babe. Let it learn
To repair itself, same way we do. Nature
Kisses you on the lips, and to know what you are–
Terrestrial and truly, some love-truth, spirit-form
Anyhow, always-known. I get you. Enough to kiss
Back. I want you in all my lives. Feline and forever.
I'll die every form to forget you and here I am.
This constant of universe, yours, yours, pouring out
In ever-verse, yours. Crying to the cosmos. Your silly
Fuck, the words endeared to prayer. Necessary beauty
Comes full circle, immediately enso. You'll feel me to ruins.
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Respect The Blade
There goes the tip of my finger.
Brand new peeler, Japanese blade.
Tried to love a watermelon radish.
Pretty things go together like
Skin on skin, blood and greens.
No citrus vinaigrette can mask
The iron I shed. Passion, chef.
Let the hurt taste real pretty.
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Steak Tartare
Chop the tendy just enough.
Run the knife through thrice over.
She's rose red and bloomed.
Mince the shallots, bruise the capers.
Fuck with some pickle, then the extraordinary
Yet ordinary elixirs, of the vinegar & oil persuasions.
We need horseradish dijonnaise. We need
Salt to love up its partner. We need to mightily zest
Some floral horse-root. To fuck, you need a companion.
Chips or focaccia? Whatever satiates for now but,
There will be a next time. Run your sunny sacred egg
Off the top and vibe rich. Yellow chive garden waterfall.
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But Do It With Intent
Heretic smiles and heathen whiles.
Takes the journey by night to finally laugh.
Writhe along, lush withins, whiskered for wear.
Bear your spirit
Animals are just my kinda teeth.
Soft yet hard like diamonds are just rocks
Emanating something aching, akin
To the soul. Too sharp, once
Bitten, to forevers gnostic.
Takes the woodpecker to anomalize a new
Home. And to ever have one.
Somewhere, she knows.
It grows.
Takes some time to know a person so
Like none at all enough, you know
Their face so well from dreams
They've been there for you
Manifesting forever.
You
Don't do a thing but bear
Hug your other and the world we all
Inhabit. Yeah, we're dying, dying
So good we got jokes
To mark our filthy graves as
We laugh over yesteryear's abyss.
Diamond others in hands
Without hands, the handless
Holding rocks sacred without sense
To feel a composite, composed
Texture. Only the gods
Could instance us here to drag our
Soft, boney digits across some cragged
Hell, and call it home, and love it to hell,
Some heaven to hell.
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Mylo, Play
It's good to be
Fat, I say,
Enjoying that beauty
Of a gut
On my rescue
Kitten, growing in sin
So gluttonous for
Goddamn anything.
I just feed him more,
In the name of all things
Holy and fucked, my
Boy, neutralize the fucked.
Give that belly some proper
Use and abuse and love
The world for what
It at once allows,
That it only once allows.
You only thing, trying.
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Pitter
What the culture wants
Doesn't matter.
What the culture worlds
Doesn't matter.
Patter.
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Line Cooked
A batch of cooks
Slayed and slaying.
You wanna
Hear some Frank?
We do our always.
Damn we do
What the ticket
Says, something to
Satiate, we got you.
Franky on repeat.
"You guys just wanna
hotbox my car and fucken
Cry?" Word, heard, altogether
Yes, chef. Uniform admittance.
Kill me down like they do.
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City of the Sigh
Under the lantern sun, an any one.
For a second, some more.
A night so young you are
Expired by the morning lung.
Scarce light is such light.
Sobering sky, close the awry.
So nicely are the fucked.
Everhearts of precision atrocity.
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Dirty Earths
You could sleep again.
But you won't.
There's aardvarks on the wall,
Sniffing ass, selling nature.
I turn my head to the ground.
God, it's dead with all the under.
Teach me, earthworm, to be grateful
Of just no light and never, if ever, then death.
I learned a lot, eh.
Quiet kisses into the earth.
Dirty lips keep
Me me.
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All Laws Abiding
And maybe you give up on your Own
Spirit. And maybe you Should give up
And maybe your Spirit
Sounds dirty.
Hear it to be But raw and ugly. I want the world
To Thrash about it, that sounds like friends to me.
Gods in the end will get You. Get in, get into it.
Get their bold hold on your damned hellscapes.
Then prove the world your fire is Friendly.
Your fire is all, frenetic and Finally.
Your fire cooks food and Fucks with Nobody.
It fucking dances like Flames concealing hells.
It contains them.
It damn-well contains them.
You will remain with them, abliss in Certainty
Without prison, without wellness needed.
There's a steak on the grill that needs not a tong.
Not a salt shake, not any attention, just this
Disappearance act into your Face.
Gently are the juices that should.
Gently, fluid.
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Gods Again, Should
You sleep like wine for ages, never
To be tasted, let alone
Popped. It's just a kill-spirit.
Some liquorice in the glove box
From last year after seeing
Something, with
Popcorn and the butters.
To remain a silly kid away from real
Life is just a Saturday
Morning, Monday'd anyway,
Cartooned, every day, any where,
Take you there but to spiders.
Hybrids, costumes, liars.
We live in a cinematic narrative
I wanna sleep off for gods again.
Drink to intuition, drink to senses
Tingling, for you must be living
For, for what but a salty story.
Saturday your glory, spiderly, man.
Sell it like a damsel in distress.
Salt it surely, I said, something nearly--
The gods cob their heads webbed.
It's so easy to fall from heaven
You think, costume atatter.
Cherry nibs make the abuse
Matter. Root beer subdues
The latter. Channel your mad hatter.
Oh, Lewis. Oh, god. Oh, Alice.
Oh, fuckety why when the mad man
Makes me high.
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Tears of the Abyss
Couplets tasked with mortality
Pray for the remains
Ungodly to ask
But ask to guard
Guard as if asked
Begod yourself to task
Fallen suns and death angels
Becoming none
At last and it is
Everlast an abyss
To exist is to always
To exist, the rain on us together
The cave of us
The cave
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Internals
Interior interrogations
Exterior improvisations
Life on a somehow
Life, and some, how we
Bury the dead
Bury the mouth with bread
Everests for existence
Forever the altitudes
Nothings forward on
Nothings
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Last Lives
You get so deep it hurts.
Days on a hellride, nights on a death
Spiral. And rent, how we obey.
I have no substance for you, okay.
I have only patterns of nearly dying.
I've held up for so long. I've held you up
Like nature, blooming, mushrooms, fruiting
Forevers. I held you, my only, you've been my only.
And yet I recede into the abyss. My lonely.
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