a cigar-store solipsist
stuffing towels in doorways,
i was crowned prince asphyxia;
oh, do not fall in love with
dead boys - you can't make
martyrs out of suicide drones.
specter boys have always looked best sinkinghe says,specter boys have always looked best sinking by counting-vertebrae
i want to count all 206 &
feel the notches of your ribs -
i want you, weary boy, to
phase yourself down while
you are burning inside out.
i will seethe inside your skull
like thoughts, like cigarette filters;
you will thank me as i molder in your marrow.
these bitter kids have sharper hipsoh, i am aching to pry apart this skull &these bitter kids have sharper hips by counting-vertebrae
meet the ghosts thumping at its insides.
i'm just pining for a rib cage like a
funeral pyre or a staircase;
i want to bloom from these
bitter bones & waste -
(until i'm the corpse
sleeping in the casket)
the way you speak through incisionsoh, disaster dweller, you werethe way you speak through incisions by counting-vertebrae
bone-ache blue & cyanotic.
we wore lonely luminescence
'round the wrists that held
our god-hands, but you were
livid skin & anesthetic to the
touch. a river of pitted veins,
you said: we'll all grow weary of
the rising of our ribs someday.
the dreamer type can only speak in smoke-spiralshe's got wasteland words drippingthe dreamer type can only speak in smoke-spirals by counting-vertebrae
from the migraine-swell of his skull &
down through the splinters of his spine.
the kid's a connoisseur, but only of
dead hands & phantom depressions;
he's more of a dilettante for
the spectacle called being.
shoe lacesit seems i haveshoe laces by half-pixieman
accidentally impressed you
too much you think i'm much like you
when in fact
i'm more like a child's attempt
at tying their own shoe laces
thickly wound with clumsy fingers and tied up
in double knots yet somehow always able
to fall apart too quickly
done up the wrong way
and i'm ashamed of you
getting to know
the real me
you might throw me out
like a pair of old shoes instead
ValerianScratch off the silverValerian by peachloaf
lining to show
the tarnishing underneath
Like peregrine stems
we work our way through
to start sapping spirit from trees