school shooting, keylatch kids, memory association in weather patterns.

masticate:

pontificate with dexterity 

graphic slur, finger crosses, neonate of earth's lava

protection and flesh

holy stigmata

grey sky days at 2 pm and a spring breeze, rainy and cold

Grata Recordatio

clouds sweat above midwestern highschool on a tuesday.

oh lord,  waves broke of red, against lockers and recede around head

and from like cavern's end

long coats, metal seashells

the tv's on.

grown up to enough to see the irony of smoking in bed inside your mom's house.

a tiny fur child licking ceruse off the walls,

school shooting, immaculate wounds flushed out in precision.

whoever is out in the kitchen, they're doing the dishes.

the church don't comment

the black shrouds are dishonest

the police station is hung with christmas lights this time of year

well it's goddamn surely September , not surly December

but if you're coked out than you wont care.

don't believe in yourself

cause than it wont matter if you do it well

dont believe in sound

cause than there will never be nothin to write down.

aftertaste:

i was chased up to find an ashtray to put it all out in

i came into being when i found one

walkin down the illy lit street with your face

frozen to the ground, my thoughts glued below your waist

i said song names before the songs even played

you're eyes got fuzzy, i'm sure you thought it was date rape

but i put a flower in your hair.

tried to leave you, animals without tears

i walked further backwards from my friend's bathroom mirror

just to get from myself,

but now the pictures cluttered with me and everything else

white chipped walls, kitchen table, cluttered shelves

floss, books, midnight and whatever's in between

night caps, ramen, Warhole prints, and clean teeth

dirty towles, face lotion, geriatrics.

cracked face, first grey hair, heart attack, and prophylactics.

so i tried to escape you 

in different states and different perfumes 

how sentimental does someone have to be

to chase away all the things he wants to keep

i wanted to keep on if it wasnt for all of the police

i wanted to keep on if we weren't like migrate geese...

i think this city will eventually have its heart broke

disease and politics, take the grandsons they're bestowed

all to never  really have a happy life

so i smoke in bed for them cause they'd never try.

to get away with the things i get way with

i'll cheat my way through life, i dont really need to win.

just take what i'm given, a wooden stick to beat on,

find you water, touch, give birth to and lean on.