Down den
Frenzy pen
Elite men
All in a cave parade
Great gelding
Meldly meats
Opus beats
All in a cave parade
Southern seas
Tounges deeply
Hammer beating
All in a cave parade
Its a cave parade
Deeply powerful them
Hide from bombs and wrath
While for us that’s that.
Ducks. Snow. Tamed memories.
Little things I remember.
Your presence. Essence. The place in the world your had.
Eclipse. Moonshine.
Pentagram, in a logical place.
Never, ever, even being.
Your words that saved me. And these little things I do.
Pain gone. That’s a comfort.
I’m trying. Trying to be worthwhile.
Desolation the empty. Insidious clouds empty snow. But they are fleeting.
Worthwhile? What is that to a tiny snowflake? To a duck on the lake waiting out the rain?
The world, the essence of it, comes from our little bits of time.
Yours, to breif.
Purple sky darkens
I cannot apologize for this present marking
Sealed with my lonely life
Peeled like a bone thife
Marshal right
Why I’m so cold, distant from plight
Partly my thoughts, partly my fright
Scared like I am
Of all these thing that can and have
Traumatized by their shouts and fights
Mind anexity going at the speed of light
Part and marshal, white distance frightful
Will any grass grow in my barren mind?
Salted as it is by hate, cold, hard, fire and brimstone that isn’t even real
It’s my birth of the color
Caution, doors open outside your head but inside your mind
And mine were shut such a long time ago
You were the only one who ever opened them
Catatonic movement Shackled by the place
Ties between the astral and me
Moving dead weight beyond my body
Shawn and cut and thrust by madness
Deafening beeps from their teeth
Cost shouting men
Price gouging meat
Blood draining from my neck
No one can see me
I’m just a pawn
Waiting to be sacrificed
Dreams are a solution but also a problem
A twisted labrynth of demons and angels
Shadows eat me and sleep cannot be me
Claws thrusting from the maw
She snakes on my shapes and shadow my deathbed
I’m dark and cut up on the places
I’m trapped on this table
Cables and writing
Fables and lighting
Feisty and angry and blank
I’m myself and not
I’m going through knots
Down and down and down
Fleeting joy
Medow of green grass and grey rock
Sky about to rain the first of the spring
Running around tail in the air
Jumping around the birds to see them fly
My red friends all yapping with joy
I’m with them finally
Feeling freedom again
Every string is concerned
Don’t believe me?
I’m not surprised my love
This is why I tie you up
In these binds
Listen to my voice
As you know how to trust me
Learn how to trust this truth
Feel this loop it is the roots they are strings
Tighten blood bonds on your feet
You walk on these
Boots
Reach into the trees leaves,
More strings
Careful caressing will reveal
Touch as swoon you will, to you hair the
Breeze
Phantom of my life, atoms are all
Strings tied into little balls
Tie into strings connect
A little lonely
Fletch
Fishermen in a lake, and yours is great
Little liquid form
A thick string to plumb the depths
Rope that’s now
Wet
Dismal bloods, beads out like water
Watch and see it thicken
It is sap from the tree
Thickens scabs that the strings can be seen
Ties
You see the boots walk on the roots
Winds blow you stringy hair
Tied by the fletch
Wetter by the lake
Ties again with the blood
Strings are connected together my love
Just as you are to them
Perhaps the juices of hate The raw mistakes
going to face
What did it take
Is I still exist for the sake?
Of argument, of bargain with
Hunter of course I am not
Gathered this juice
Pace of the day
The rotting grass stains me
Going out on mace
Given that juice place
In my fifth door of rake
