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#3AM These Forms Are Unreliable. Much The same as Personalities. Little White Pools. -It's A Face- -It's A Circle--The Hand Folded in Prayer--Clenching Into A Fist. The old body minus organs, a skinbag, a watersack with hair. delete the colors assigned to letters, cancel their identities. The thing is all surface-Even when molecular. The gentle grin flips into a frown. Memories are accidents waiting to happen again.
-I don't really wanna be in here-
I just own this breathing cadaver
from the softest eyelash to the toughest enamel.
I don't want it
Take me
I'm not mine
Negotiate the cost later.
You thought this form definable. Cloaked in T-Shirts/Oxford Shorts/Muffled Sweat/Stained/Exhausted/Defeated.
All for what ?
The crude scribble cancels the most complex philosophy this body can afford. Lines & scratches blotches & scuffs. The form is lying, it's a collection of useless markings, bad attempts to make passion clear. The incomprehensible will survive this present.
Clandestine rhythms.....embedded deep within brain patterns. The shapes will resurface on street signs, fruit, flowers, faces, finger paint, doodles, vibrating deep groans. I crash into the barrier sensation; creates a self made Sonrisa. Grey Dawn/Shoe Tree/Skid Row Toothache/Drowsy Lead-Bellied Bellows/Western Rain Port/Salvation Drizzled.
No one saves me.
Lucky Blonde Belle/Fly Through Auto-Biography/Garage Sex Swimming In Sweat.
(Seabag)(Blowjob) (Prick assortment) (Piss-stained sparks) (Giant billboard) (Shirtless dirt streets)
My face in stormy marble groans massive, stares & strands the top poking out in serious passing visions, fish in brown paper bags, tooth broth. Don't miss the heaven watching the gate. Piles Of Time/Turnstiles/Strap Hangers/Jumpy Bloody Grotto/Mock Syringes/Sirens/Pork/Oak.
Wake up my flesh.
Lips slippery; Shroud Of Suck On Floorboard/Coming Back Home/Willow Branches/Rotten Fruit/Throbbing Hills.
God is my co-pilot beneath the gold dome.
Ice Halo Alphabet/Pausing Stylish Pain/Sandstone/Breaths Beneath The Gas Station/Toilet Pissing Misdirected/Dangling Sneakers Strung From Undulating Telephone Lines/All Bones/Cigarette Butts Stuffed In Quicksand Tombs/Eyeball Boots/Sarcastic Blizzards/Blinding Light bulbs/Bleary Street Sincerity/Stairway/Screendoor/Good T-Shirt Rips/Crispy RainDreams/Moon Ready To Pop.
All's well on stage, faces crack in endless riots. It doesn't mean much. Roadkill/Sainthood/Midnight Broodings/Wild-Faced Memorials/Buds Dropped/Backyard Blades/Tricycle Stumbles/Pennies & Popsicles/Wet Neck Destiny.
Remembering spilt milk.
Severed Bookmeat/Second-Hand Basements/Monk Gloom/Upsidedown In Plastic Suit/Pavement Murder/Degenerate Lips Mock Manifesto/Gossip Jungle Gym/Feminie Crucifix/Jail-Cell/Feet/Armchair/Dust/Bleak Eyebrows/Early beauty done.
-I'll disturb the elevators-
-Insult the telephones-
-Beat off stereo-
-Fellatiate TV-
This Message has been scrambled in reception, wires been crossed,static paths interfering, this reception's no good.
Too much material not enough function. Breaking the mental bark, Crashing through the skin.
This voice infested with Restless Shocks/Lost Soul Fragments/Difficult To Smooth/Polish/The Surface.
False phrases falling down from worn hearts-----Molded into my tongue-----Slipped inside my brain
Slivering into strands of DNA.