A BETTER TRUTH

Under the blade of grass,
Buried in the middle of the moon

Under the feathered wing of a bird,
Or in the eyes of a holy man.

In the distant rumble of the masses,
In between the break of dawn

In an unsolvable puzzle
Or maybe in a closet

They’re trying to find it
I’m selling it.

the world's one and only suicide lasagna! short story...

a heart drowned in virgin olive oil
sentimental suffocation of a sophisticated kind

heavy, greasy, burdensome feelings
thick film allowing no release into oxygen

total body weight: several pounds above normal
sugary sweet levels: borderline extinct

miss sourly having never fully loved
bitter memories seem to leave an aftertaste like bile

once life was a strawberry dipped in cream
now it's slow-cooked heart confit

wish it were whole as whole-wheat, plentiful as grapevine
matured raw in one piece as fine French cheese

but it's broken sugar caramel, crystallized useless syrup
an empty pantry of ghost condiments in jars

lingering haunting of a young man's spice, musky in a corner
a wedding cake that failed to rise

love of the unrequited kind
like salt-less three course dinners

dessert that makes you fat and didn't taste like grandma's
and an unpaid bill for two left sympathetically in front of me

pet peeve interview

omg it's ocd!






interviewer:

" Any particular pet peeve sally?"

Frenzy

In the midst of me, midst of me, midst of me

I’m the one who flees, one who flees, one who flees

A frenzy soul-ride, a frenzy soul-ride

enjoy the umbra

Time to release my vacant tendencies
Time to unleash the turbulence in me
It’s time to probe the darker waters and like a venomous snake strike before I’m struck

I might encourage you to bottle your fear


Make a distill crystal clear
Drink and intoxicate...
Are you feeling drunk yet?
Taste the nectar of my hate...
Are you feeling drunk yet?
Now feel me touch you with the tip of my hate

Enjoy the umbra
Enjoy the umbra
Enjoy the umbra of my serpent smile
Enjoy the umbra

As I twist my genes I’ll desecrate my being
I’ll shed the skin that kept me in-between
I’ll slither noiselessly in you
Uncoil in the filth I never knew

Enter shall I your fertile birth pods and mingle reptile with your human unborn
Till you become half me half forever mine under my fang’s deadly entwine

Enjoy the umbra
Enjoy the umbra
Enjoy the umbra of my serpent smile
Enjoy the umbra

today, while at the cemetery i had a flashback; upon reading the faded inscription on a tombstone, i finally remembered i'd died.

before i die i'd like to take refuge in my childhood during a sabbatical year

drop an entire box of pins and pick them up prick by prick

before i die i want to play hide an seek with linear time--and beat it of course

i want to become so empty inside eventually i get to choose a better filling

before i die i want to forget i loved you

before i die i want to remember i loved you again and forget i pray faith ends your life

That technology can catch
disease
gives birth to a
hypothesis
Weak domain upon creation foretells
That creation towards creator rebels

Its all been said and done before
You were not present
therefore
ignore
Whatever endowed us with life should know
That the our vile fiend nature is treacherous

But the latest kitsch
is a game called
¿DOG?
And the limit pipelines we have done unclogged
Inside them,
down under,
How are we to see?
Our self-procreating
technology