Nitazene Ziggurat

leaf in the fall the shape in which

you descend upon mine.

Nitazene ziggurat,

all hate

twirling fingers

squeezing love

26.9

ID OOD knuckle scar'd

no eastwood, marlboro babe

multitask a grave

my mother as a saint

slashed out

opened up

crashing relation

uncontrollable curve

Hedgehogs dilemma

do you hear it?

the horns are playing,

squid face

octo-leg

thats a lot of cigarettes

"im trying

it helps."

you left and fulfilled

the prophecy

fuck prophet

liminal porn-head

sliced hide

vomit sled

my problem, my bad

took advantage

youre going to be ok

because ive already shot myself.

leaving you wetware and bodied

I consume and leave you orphan

cigarette trail

prescribed trial

of idolisation - hyperindividual

no need, big letters

all rags, purified and empty

last leg menthol relation

cheek droop after interface

I miss you, beehive eye

balloon arm

liquid handcuffs

groove builder repeated

retard beyond behaviour

fixed on what should not

physical medic

shots fired

at the king

chest bled

a river holy

fingers creep into systems

drain away sucking warmth

my buddy, my pal.

this casino of lovers

is my dancefloor

to take that away would mean nothing.

but the lives of producers

and executives. Big shame

the cause of it all.

the real of it

is nothing but terror

and that is

pretty alone

up so high

100 days

pre-death

contemplation ritual

Rat Park, LA

1000 stars dim

bleeding eye saint

You are the only thing

to ever happen to me,

I am wasting time.

You are wasted, I grovel at your womb

I panic underneath his demon

I cannot write and I cannot sing

from my stomach.

Remember when we went to the beach

after your father died?

Feet cold in the sand wind whipping our faces

Unable to discern anything but buoys and

fishing vessels in gods black nauseous stomach

Feeling the grains, stick to my hand

and they wouldn't get off

and they won't get off.

We breathed salt and tasted pain

I can only faultfully construct your

burning hurt.

Blurring blue into nothing

His big black nothing.

That lovely ink, my lordless self

holding you tighter, than I would before

but I am acting out a scene no one reads

there by the kitchen bench, by the fatherless sea.

My christ, my devil,

leave my lover open to the rising and falling

I spike my skin and hurl myself offboard

pulling you beneath the sand to a horrible

sulphuric myriad misery.

God, my whip -- lead her

to salt-water dreams and I am unable to swim,

Your calloused fingers interlaced

behind the blushing sun. Your pink pills clot

as pale foam at the corners of your mouth.

Your cigarette paste, the haze of the return plucked clean, strings pulled over blocks of teeth. Your hair auburn in the light.

Your green veins blew in stasis.

Atom-bombed Mandy, I remember you blissfully.

Your blue skeleton, my adoring eye

your soft tears leave your bed wet