i picked a flower like your heart
yes, the forest is the madness
of the hemorrhaging lotus of filthy
memories //the brave love sits
upon the stairs to the stars
and the five pink heads of
African girls have come back
from Paris, sitting at the table
of poker with burning bushes
of uprooted leaves swinish;
love drawn into madness
like a bee facing tunnel death
all i see is all i say
you’re invited
you’re invited
large neck giraffe feeds
upon thorn-less leaf
a miracle of natural selection
so explain to me why hearts
don’t evolve beyond hate and pain
i swat a wasp upon my skin
i say i am weak so dead so loser
and jump into the tar pit of death
and grab a feeling in your heart
pulls me up to see we’re the same
one in death another coming along
it’s not so surprising
it’s not mesmerizing
just like a picked flower
in the forest of madness

:: 08-10-2015 ::

i can hear the butterfly wing
flapping within
my e a r s
says it wants to be
someone who doesn’t want
to live within
a cocoon of fear
well dear welcome
to this world
where everyone’s flapping
their w i n g s

:: 08-10-2015 ::

i ride four wheels on earth
a clutch in heaven
a foot on a petal near
hell and it’s darkness
darkness where the road
hums in my heart
So i’m riding a hearse
and there’s a dead body
in the back grinning
and hell’s smoke is crawling
into the cracks of these windows
i smoke i smoke non-filtered
sticks as long as trees
like those one’s burning
along the streets — people
say ‘he’s the crazy fucker
with good dress like a GQ
corpse waiting for his
formaldehyde and i’m singing
with the squished turtles
on hell’s road so i got to go
got to go with the zombies
holding signs that read
“detour to death”
so disengaged i ride this road
with four wheels on earth
and a clutch of gold in heaven
my foot petal near hell and it’s
darkness darkness where the road
hums within my heart

:: 08-10-2015 ::