*erratica*

July Seven

I woke with the ants and flies-they were thrilled to see me! I did not share their enthusiasm, but they knew not to take it personally. The sun beams stabbing through the trees were in sync with their almost undetectable, indecipherable buzzing, clicking and chatter. I could appreciate even in my state of paradox. I felt both raw and dead. That’s not something that I could easily explain to them, but I think they could relate somehow through their perpetual ecstatic state. Its not anything to fault them for: that’s just the natural form of their existence. Something so basic and primitive, yet so advanced that it is beyond our grasp._

>hey Listen
>Hey
>we’ve got strong arms and pulleys, enou
>listen
>enough so that we are undetected
>our whispers are static BUT
>ever [attendent] to full throated exaltation and

>piteous whimper and
>no, pay attention

<such threads are invisible, tense

>the tension echoes pollute, admonish
>and supplicate

<the light makes it hard to see…

>go on

<the only reminder of you that I own

<are the bite marks on my back

>synthetic alien clouds
>and forgotten dirt urges
>are only infinate carapice reflections

<…but, the light…?

_

I once heard a a wind that warned me to be silent. Everyday is a word, and I cannot help that

_

The risk was sweeter to swallow them whole
Concussed, non-plussed, and humming
With another bastard’s throat
Fall asleep in the middle
If there’s nowhere to go
Shop back or forth
If the shot is too slow
Glance and wink at the camera
Its again and again
Tamed glasswork fucker
Its again and again
That slang was bitter: and
The idea of ghosts
Let’s plant a receiver
To dig up the hoax
Burnt, or hollow, or [spinning (turning)]
Around another limbless crutch
Nothing left in the middle
Or at least untouched
Former badge and current seal
Its again and again
Red-blind house puppet
Its again and again
And again it begins
I’ve got me sticks, you’ve got your clay…
So what of a better day?
_

Nerve songs are the fortune of unknown origin
_

I can be your snowflake
Fall apart on your tongue and
Dissolve
And I pass through your teeth
Stick to your limbs
And try to pull you down to one side of the storm
_

We travel on strings,
We travel on wings,
We travel in pairs though
We prefer to be alone
_

If something could possibly finance a break in the droll
Endless complaints and [requests to saints (logging too many Saints to enumerate)]
_

We wear bands of various greys to protect our glass ring
_

The only horizon we sell is gravity’s ghost
_

If I can’t see the forest I plant
Then I deserve to watch it burn
-

We’ll wring the safety from the stone
We’ll build inverted castles one by one
We’ll push the air out with our crumbs
We’ll spark the tinder with their crowns
_

Doomed to pursue ruin
_

Head Down
Pre-cut- absorbed-carried
Die on-contour-losing
Control-in hand-shatter
Waste it-alone-breathe cold
Solace-abort-throw back
Sentence-contort-egress

Mandible Or Wire
Burn the feeding
Ash to choke
Shade is granted
To those revoked
MANDIBLE OR WIRE
Sleep the beating
Lie in hope
Patching rumor
The stitch is sold

paradigm
Content resolving fractures
Contrived to break the wrong ends
Continuing fed soil-
Nowhere
FRAUD come talk me down
Crisis only forced the kill in between
MIMESIS oh, the crowd in you
Focus only forced the kill in between
Beware my clockwork lining
See through its constant lacking
Turmoil stride stains the pupil-
Nowhere
Cry mouthing, breathless, dreamlessness
Potentate, forfeiture, architect:
Falsify forgiveness

Thirteen

Strips of me, circle cut of rain

leaves turn glue in my throat

Surround rim of doubt

and watch the floor drop

Keep it, push it in

the lung of all mistaken

So bend and cue up, harvester

to watch the wake out

I will walk this

teething pinprick

supple, quiet

broken dream

If all the failed pollutants hide inside

a scaring crowned disdain…

Viral puncture: it’s over

BLOOD DEGRADE

WHICH TOOTH SHOWS THE PAIN

Condolences

DECAY birthing replicate sores

Testing open windows

baser boil-over

Got my switch and now they’re on red

no calculation could restore this

RELAX and let it all repair

Hurried avant-suture

my head is on the fault line

SWITCHLESS on red

Comes With The Fall

What’s unwanted and what if I’ve just begun?

What’s unfaltering or slope encumbered

Favor my sins of waste

Life of pretense is a technicolor span of hate

Too many folds away to know

The spit on my face remains

Desire

Haunted clover

I thought this was what you wanted

but you Lost it anyway

CRUEL CROSSHAIRS

but could you ever fall?

New Suicide

Left hand detox

over, under

Closet freeze out

keeping covered

Tap a cloud and savor the bitter cream

Cut your mouth to breathe, if anything

Intercede and take this from me

Creeper’s lament

bleeding contest

Cut, Cough, Crave

Grey Top Weather

Grey top weather

reduce the splender

of course it’s great:

it’s all faked

Fucked dry center

cut down the sender

of course it is…

Full Of Glass

Full of glass

a crawlspace ending

Kept inside

pulse fading away

see you wish it all away

Bladed pass

truth descending

Pushed aside

bruising nowhere- away

See you wish it all away

Saving face with gears frozen in place

VICTIM

10:25

Placed too deep within this…bright

Placed too deep within this blackout TIDE, FOLD

Let it bleed clean, same as it used to be

Let it down snout, tear the seam

Open wound- I cannot live like this

I can’t breathe- I cannot think like this

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