touch me
that's heaven
else i am
else-if i’m not
playing in a graveyard
with corpses
no more weakness
no more lack
the truth is

touch me god
must i admit
may i submit
the mind is only dreaming
else i am
always alone
always free

no more weakness, no
more anymore
only men
only love me
just for a bit


                  i remember a
                  bird ripped apart
                  blood, feathers
                  my own hands
                  soft, destruction
                  i was lost
                  not looking up
                  mute as stone
                  as a means of
           de de de depar tur ture depa 
        departure departure departure depart 
     departure depart no remember departure 
  depart departurei sky departure departure depart departure   
  departure departblood, torn apart departure departure  
 departure depart my own, selfdeparture depart departure
  departure departi was, destruction departure departure depart
 departure departure departure departure departure departure
depart departure departure departure departure departure departure



open call to
empty note

turns off the living

calm, remote

my god, my father
begat, bespoke

i spat your name

it made me choke

the foiled title
the word unwrote

states: am, becoming

completes the joke


Death is kind; death does not envy; death does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Death has no fear; it does not worry; death keeps no records of wrongs; never fails. But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part. But when that which is perfect has come, then that which is in part will be done away.

When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see in a mirror, darkly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known.


this is golden boy

he was found cold and wet and he was very afraid of people

we took him in and fed him and gave him blankets and lots of reward systems

pretty soon his optimism spread like a virus

and now his smile, color, and height

obliterate dissent in groups

it didn't take him long to learn that life could be good

he is very friendly and kisses everyone

but mostly he loves to eat and play

he remembers nothing of his original state

he no longer even comprehends suffering

thanks to the kind contributions of people like you


virus replicates
deer gives birth
wall is built
by whom

rock was
quasar is
being becomes
purpose applied
by whom
to whom

it's you
are you
you are
then not
not you
but are


"i look fat in this one..." she thought
dumb dreaming bitch smh

phasing in and out of extinction for likes likes likes
do the glitter of her death throes dazzle you baby
baby baby 👶 death death 💀 needs 💎

make god rue the day she rested
while the mad prismatic # of her sponsors
validates, rates, wails for attention
not shame shame shame but
#blessed to impress overtextz bluelit excessss


we are

we are synthesized
and soon realize
that time never gives back

we are created
and then donated
to Living, forcibly
to enduring facticity

we are loaned our selves
and we borrow death
or is it theft
some go to the light,
you choose right
i go left


Now isn't the time or treason to say yes or no when maybe is what we need. The joy of sex of gun and bullet, the curiosity, the cunt of it. The pain no gain and disregard. The lack of control smacks of control. Go beyond hello, a casual remark leaves no mark. The abandonment. What would you know, you weigh it up, but can't keep count.

They’ve got a way to fix it
I’ve been hearing great things but
It’s inexplicable and
Cost-prohibitive and
Do you want to look into it cuz
Your head’s not on right
Can you see that, look
Here, there
Is a thing that’ll help
Ask your doctor
If it's right for you
But it’s less a pill and
More a belief -
More like delusion
Than relief


my withered hands soar over water
across islands, born and unborn
from and beyond the dim horizon
i lay crystalline lace
over cooling magma,
mossy visages of rock,
living mortals,
and their dead gods.
i tire
but cannot leave the loom
while there is light in the day
there is light in my eyes
unblinking, seeking and making
the invisible pattern -
i make and am made


i want you to take
nice easy breaths
in through your nose
and out through your mouth
i'm going to put my hands



and place just a few fingers here



just feeling for specific areas that may be holding
negative energy
perhaps here



down on your chin
over here



moving up your cheek
to alleviate any stress
much of this tension appears
to be spreading

focus on the air
leaving your lungs
'til it begins to soften
i'll be very careful
you're in the early
stages of annihilation
feel my hand



walking runner huh
cut to down emphatic
heavy setback
i see it!

feeling expansive
missing you less
minuscule deaths

reach me
please will die
swaying so
eating my emotions
selfish shrinking
heavy fault

feeling expansive
a missing you inside
honesty sickness air
a funeral infinite
won't reach me

eating away
quietness quietly
laughing at