had we been domesticated at early ages we wouldnt have such unkempt hems
i could sew your split lips, symmetry would be a virtue


i miss you i miss you i miss you
hallelujah you're a ghost between my walls
hallelujah i'm a fever

drink up the marrow

a harmonicas what you got

when he went he left his palms down
palms down
twenty grams of heroin floating round
when he went he left his palms down
ashes to ashes
burn him, burn him; i want the twenty-first.

chambers

inside or beyond dissected grievances we shared a cab ride home
attracting and repelling similar poles of magnetic glances
the rise and fall of a fragile motor masks a petrol snicker into ash tray fingers
we are; well, we are here, this, well,this is all we have until the doors swing free into your leveled streets (i've still yet to discover what plain of thought i'm dwelling on)

unkempt hems

hallelujah you're a ghost between my walls

hallelujah i'm a wrinkle in your sheets

the thing of it is, my lack of creativity has gone so deep that i simply cannot write a lick.
i've taken up making sense
whats the happening with this season for crazy?
i cannot feel my face, my hands are tiny ash trays
theres no symmetry in life
did i say i made sense? i've got to stop these little lies.
i want to rip the carpets up,fall asleep with a mouthful of cigarettes-
cuddle up to the discarded folds of fabric and find fever in the restless flames
darlings please dont tell my mother.

when did i stop growing?
stand still
hush now
hand over eyes




p.s.-very soon i will be very homeless.
find me a place to live, i am too tired.

i miss you dearly.

my child, the blistered cherry wood trees, the bastard son swaddled by corn mazes cut through with Daedalians flying saucer eyes squinting against an alimentary sun, i forgot your name when i saw your hands, maple leaves, speckled with twenty something shades of curry bought from an east indian gypsy that found comfort in our mundane existence only after replacing our bodies with paper dolls and posies(we are all animals anyway, patch-work of reptilian boots and fine leather)