Quick, catch the high-heeled running switchblade!

Put a skirt on her and let her get paid to ignore me.

I'm having so much fun that I couldn't tell you about

the time I watched her shoot the TV.

Chasing glamour is a run of the roughest route

because there is no path, reason or rhyme.

That woman's crazy -

You've got a rifle.

My Oil.

I will not let anything short of death stand between us.

And if her bell's vibrations are up for the taking

they're mine.

They're mine so that you may live as long as your little heart chooses to.

I can't decide which side of the barrel I'm more terrified of.

We're all doomed to die with homeless hearts.

Dead meat wrapped inside of garbage.

Mummified sad facts reanimated by radioactivity.

We are all just ideas forgotten by a god who forgot to remember why we are.

Night Terrors

5.14.010


Last night a blinking red traffic light came before me in a dream and told me

that I was gonna die one month before my ninety-ninth birthday.

It even asked me if I was okay with the fact.

All I know is that my sleep is so lonely

& that pulsing crimson bastard reminded me of some weird torture -

like being tied to a board.

The rest is just details.

Painful details all so bloody and violent

like let downs shot straight into the vein.

Doomed to ninety-nine?

No -

that's like you're saying you're condemned to life.

So bring it harder.

It's gonna take more than ten tanks to kill this

beautiful monster.