Plaster

It doesn't hurt the first day

Only the second and third

It's raw without the rubbing

And with the rubbing, worse

Maybe I'll find space inside

To sleep away the scabs

Or maybe I'll dream

And heal the skein

With my illusions intact

After Christmas sale

This perfumed air

Will kill my brain

Nerves to dumb

Twitching bundles

Or maybe I'll never

Breathe again

Drive the blood

To the depths below

16

Summer is unbearable

The places to go

The beaches to see

The advices of how to drive and be

And all you haven't done

Give me winter instead

Braced behind the panes of glass

Or outside for a bellyful of air

Among the dead and desolate

Where the snow reaches the branch

You can stay awake forever

And you

Don't have to do a thing

Jetlag

We touched

, afraid of skin

We kissed , with lips

Akimbo

The awkward glance

Cast back around

Stings deep ,

When

Left on its own

Training day

It's Funny, I can

No longer grasp basic objects

The shapes whirl to shade instead

Maybe I climbed all night and day

Through brick and space and breath

Maybe I drank the pills all morn

To swim the day upstream (While

burning​ the lights out overhead)

Or maybe I cried the world to sleep

And woke the wolves instead

Among the Types of Acid

Drain the - acid

- down - my bones

- fill the cavities

That - way


Embrace the - hollows

- of the nerves

- you strung


And - sleep through the

Worst - of the Night

Optimism

Drain the - acid

 - down  -  my bones

- fill the cavities

this way


Freeze - the joints -

from where - they

Lay


Let all the - hollows

ring

December 6

Motionless is not only

The sum of moving parts

For dragging you back

To the headaches and white light

Better to scrap it tonight

And sit on the winner

Break their stale bread while

Crossing random wires

For maybe they'll sing for you

Boy

And maybe you'll just sleep

Through the fight

Winter

Why care about the day

When all of the day is done

Through the digestions

Frozen

Just to peek through blinds

Counting it back to null

Live forever

Check for wires

Round the back of the house

Flip the coffee table sideways

To gauge the static behind

Maybe they're listening

And maybe they aren't Through

the floor through the floor through

The floor

Might as well live like they are

And whet their gazes beyond

Little things kill

There is nothing worse

Than a packed swim bag

Outside a closed pool

Well actually

There are many worse things, yes

So so many worse

Things

Better Advice to Give

Let a little of the gas go

Try not to hold so tight

For if you strain and stare full circles

You'll be up for all the night

Frost this Morning

It just doesn't taste funny any more

For the ash is a spring for the faithful

Why not fold all your doubts

And grind them through gunpowder

To blanch the tongue,

Or snort back the brain

The Machines and Me

      No -
Deus ex Machina No
Bread and
   Circuses at - Dawn
The -
Pistols you chose
Still
   Work with that outfit
And the
   plastics of the - Space
Left behind

Just have to make past Tuesday, we thought

Some guy over there

Is Talking

to himself

Oh

God my God

It's me

He's muttering

And spurting all

Under his breath

Oh no oh

Well that's me

Why won't he just die

Or close up his eyes

And winnow himself

Back to sleep

Because because

Oh God because

He cannot escape how it

Repeats!

Street crossing

Let her bleed out - and quench the pain

She was coming at you anyway

Careless toe tapping the - trigger pulse

And fingers pasted to accessories

Let her bleed out in the sun and rain

And take her breath with the shade

She was coming for this long away

As hunger sharpens - everything

Anatomy #2

These are my bones my bones

My bones

These are my bones of clay


This is the way to make them break

To bend

All the heat from the day!

hours later

It will still all burn out now

The moon and the stars and the sky

The smugness and defeat

That permeates this steppe

Must roil back to eventuality

70 hours

So now what

If it burns it

Burns it burns

All the way

through the ground

And then

With what can still

take shape

Following

In its place

48 hours

Input in  and Input
Out - the
Source code shows
No signs of breaking

The peaks and the
troughs prove
the static of the
beast

How it listens
to you to
asleep by
Day

24 hours

There can be no consolation now

For the sins they instilled without you

Which in your name

Will reach - the moon

The guilt for the glut of the dust

MORNING AFTERZ

Nothing holds together anymore

The glue in the gut is gone


Spinning around - and away from Center

Burning the ground through the roof

Tuesday November 8: The wine won't drink itself to sleep

Let the stain set on in

For

Nothing else will last the night

Arcs are Arcs

The acid clenches its ice too far

From the snot to the curve of the arm

Maybe I swam that entire lake

And maybe I just drank it all down



So the numb comes in far too late

To scrub away the tricks of the past

The ridiculous rage that ebbed over floes

In oblivion the daylight expires

Anatomy

Stuffed full of acid

I cannot feel my teeth

Braced within this cage of bone

Sleeping off

What the day long makes

According to my Watch

Pressing the breath on deep

To keep feet grounded - right here


Fumbling the key

To hold the door closed


There is still time

We said We said We Said

Autumn -----

Opposing Pressures produce

The Dawn of the Brace of the Past


Reducing the order to what you see

Just to - stack expectations - below

Sunlight Filters Itself

From this Pain I shall not Die

But it might be worth the Try

For all I've not endured

But Gotten By

It would be Justified!

Now Sleep It Away

Now - the numbers fill up to the roof

And concentration holds sleep at your wrist

Crunching the lines, and the ways to have not

And - meanings topple against what was once wall

Arrived

A brick is a thing a thing
A thing between
You and me

The sun is a star of heat
And ire above what
We can see

While all the day the day
The day creeps to
Shore the fuel

When all the lay of what
We say goes skittering
Into the fire

Saturday evening

Breathing the water out
Takes concentration for
The fever within
When rocks and shells work their way
To your toes
While glass can't break
The surface
In

Atlantic p. 80

Every wire - a nerve

And every Nerve - a fire

Forcing through - the electric skin

Bundling back to - serve

3hakc

The strayed concentration

Of crafting the mask

Meets blankness in the light of day

For all of the layers, and flesh of greys -

Comes undone with the shade, and gaze

 

The straight concentration

The pressures of day align

With the pressures of night - to day

When the urges of light

Merge the shadows of pathos

The hours seem longer - than staying

10 - **

Dawn, and blue skies and beaches and sand

That covers your calf and slips down your arm

The memories of safety and shelter - betray

The storms of the embedded,

The Eyes in the waves

-

That History follow you, even here

20 (is about right)

If there's nothing left to say

Then what you said before

And what you said before


With the windows up,

We whisper and squint

We - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

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