mesmerized, magnatized
magma flows below the lives
for the dead, reborn, alive, or those dying inside.

tides rise and tides leave me…
to expose the dinosaur bones and the teepees.

to release more smoke from the ocean
and open the catacombs
unveiling the bones, teeth, trinkets, and clothes
to jesus, as mithra, as krishna, as horus, as clones…
all turn to stone.
watch the gods fall from their throne, become dust
giant stone pillars that crumble and turn into us
salt pillar, the bust of Lot’s wife
dissolves into the sea when the tsunami strikes
Gandhi leads India, collecting the animal sacrifice
into the night
and new life
chew right through the rope
that ties colonies into the pope…
he’s doing coke in the vatican,
opium boats wrap the globe and then back again.
enochian ghost in a black magic accident.

…you are simply the bird nest
and when the wind blows through your bones,
the flowers will build her another one…

my hero,
your ignorance keeps us in war
and provides me with something to strive for.
long stride-soar…
the whisper’s a roar!
truth breaks the skin of your eardrum
the natives have banged before…
you were forewarned
well, i guess i might as well get on my unicorn,
might as well head for the door…

if the last man in charge was still here
blood would flow from our pores
but he’s not, sweep it under the rug, i’m a dinosaur,
here comes the asteroid…

scorpions dart through the library halls
orange dust mats all the walls
to a room you have been in before
…but not in this lifetime…

we slid off our faces and ate all our clothes
neon light, childish crayon scratch
swirls and explodes
from the place where i once served my pain
now it follows me everywhere, yelling,
“just let me explain!”…

i won’t let it back in.
there is no room for this pain to inhabit
the power of love becomes magic
and takes over those who will have it and let it…

my anger is pulled out of sadness
when things get pathetic,
my anger does not stem from hatred.
debate stirs the blood of old men,
i am childish, ancient…

asteroid belt, white noise…
sound waves wash away the castle
the wailing of Venus
the whistle of Nepune
the ravens in Saturn,
the caw….
the sound of moon dust under my paws…
felt like a cartoon but that’s all because
my eyes will pop out and i’ll unhinge my jaw
when i’m always in wonder,
i can’t believe what i just saw…

it was raw, it had wings, like the moon…crystal clear.
it was here, blink my eyes, disappeared.

the scent of a new moon
Egyptian runes
groomed sand dunes
lost tombs
bodies that must be exhumed
disinter, decipher
interwoven codes by the flame of my lighter
the pain from the bite of the viper,
it might be a cobra….
grab the gold from the earlobes and decode
before the poison takes over…

plugged into the mouth of an outlet
who let mother cerce into our house…?
electric eyes, the new air of a zodiac sign,
get her out.

jet black flames blaze the sky
what the fuck is god, anyway… did it die?
we’ll give it credit when time’s on our side
when it’s not, when it hurts,
we’re in church, in a circus, in cerce.

the thunder is rumbling
mythology passed down
arcade in the background,
bright lights flashing!
ferris wheel spins in the sky,
she grabs a napkin…
soaked up some black ink under the sleeve of my jacket
then squeezed on eve’s casket.

black ink drips down the sides…
punch through the phone,
release a fist full of butterflies,
blinding the beast, who come to seek me,
who’s come to eat me, ALIVE.
-first it wants to see if i’ll swallow my pride
but that just won’t happen,
i snap in, allign, with all animals inside my flesh
we watched manhattan die.

…now there’s no chance i will give you my mind…
i will feed you, but nothing shall eat me.
i will feed you, but nothing shall eat me.
i will feed you, but nothing shall eat me.