My head is raining blood, I live under the blue of the days My hands fist into doves That fly up high Into the geometry of my thoughts As distorted memories of a world The sea has erased Its silence holding the dream I cannot forget When you wore movies in your eyes And poems in your lips

I fell for you Even before I met you

A night of shifting gazes Breaking the fourth wall And staring straight into me As fear trickles in droplets Of ancient amber Cradling a wing that once flew Across the abyss that joins The two sides of despair

Blue skies and deep seas

Went to the pill-popper today

"Humans are Gods with anuses, creatures capable of infinite imagination, trapped inside a finite bleeding meat that decays and suffocates"

I am playing a character

What keeps me going Is the consolation of death No more boredom No more anger No more frustration As the indignities that make a life mount up I just count the days down

ashes to ashes

cobblestones spread the