i'm told to remember

re-writing and writing again

these backwards sounds

incapable

it stands in still wells

rising in reverse

running dryer in the rain

i'm doing it again and again

i'm doing it once more

just to burn the time in telling matters

head's fucked for the falling evening

always falling up and again

falling following down the sinking ship

down the stinking ship

down the mother fucking ship

and let 'er burn

live it once like your quarter-moon cigarettes

live it again just to save your immortality in pennies and pen caps

down the ship

down the ship

let 'er burn

i'm bitten

falling backward towards base connection

disintegration into nature

the knife in your back-pocket

stab stab

burn burn

kiss kiss

fuck it

i'm lovely in red furs and red eyes

living truths and eating lies

i'm returning to something

i'm turning into something

more powerful than even i could dream

it's 3:23 in the morning

and i'm waking to walking steps in my head

feeling the walls collapse

i am learning to make something

later i'll relive in memories and melodies

i'm learning to live, love, one level up

i'm burning down the fuckin forest

i'm building a new eco-system

of my psychotics and my neurotics

i'm walking out the burning building

and running in the rain

maybe this time i'll learn something

maybe i've been learning all along

head's floating off the ground

lookin in like directions

i'm giving you an infection

and i'm using words to poke your wounds

with wooden spears and pruning shears

and edible candy wrappers made for your amusement

i make phonecalls in midnight lighting

just to save myself the self-reciprocation

and maybe makes some more sense of the attachments on the walls

i'm watching you fall

i'm making the call

the bombs are fallin down like wrath

60's post impresso-fuck-you's

slivers in my stomach

drop it like heated faces and rages

far fetched and farther out

in fields of growing ash

like falling oil

and bullets of virtues

all up inside your skull

messed

mixed up

psychedelic murder of what was

once considered to be biding my time

and taking my mind to places it learned

to love to hate in hasty ways

i am up inside your head

i am up inside your skull

upside down and writing it out

so i can remember this tomorrow

with greying eyes just to prove

i am up inside your skull

tattooing poetry

like poison veins writhing inside needle eyes

murder psychedelic of painting murals

leaving impressions on your skull

who am i?

not him?

not that

not the living lull

the severance and payment

i'll love to live this for you

through viscous vision

shifting

vicariously

i can be the vessel

the spiral out of your head

into drumbeaten fractures

alcoholic nightmares

i am not that

i am nothing like that

i'll tell you a secret

i'll tell you something beautiful

i'm your mother fucking poison

i'm your mother fucking cure

killing rings in tightening slings

i'm wringing your neck for answers

like bastards floating in bath tubs

and murderers drowning in your skin

I'M YOUR FUCKING POISON

I'M YOUR FUCKING CURE

i'm everything you miss to miss

to miss it again like silent lullabies

dropped dead to driving beats

it leaves these sheets damp with wilting sex

and foreign horrors

make

this

your

epitaph

i'm

your

fucking

poison

i'm

your

fucking

cure

Residential pre-eminence

i killed the calling towers

to race to days i find in between

pages of novels that were never

printed properly

because sitting in the sun

it's like tanning with acid baths

driven by itself to oblivion

these frowns are reserved for elsewhere

banish the thoughts that eat me

love like the pysche

and live like my stubborn skin

my eyes dilate in rhythms that don't exist

i am here

i am not