dreams

my pulse is present,
the same dark red,
i feel the cold keys
press against the current
quiet, warm and fed.
I'm quite okay
and I'm quite dead.

steel on skin
skin on bone
bone on soul
chaffing holes

true love's kiss
my right eye's twitch
the north wind's breath
my shoulder's stiff

close the blinds
dark and dim
i finally match
out and in

in the dark
im bad news
all dressed up,
like a gunshot wound

im harmless i swear
dont mind the blood
what is life
without trust?

kill or die
taste the fumes
gasoline
shady rooms

i remember the knife
i remember the day
i remember the night
i remember her face

i pictured her hanging
the rope was green
her face was lifeless
as lifeless as sleep

my heart beat faster
i touched my neck
my pulse forgot
all about our agreement

the sky split wide
the east was black
something like the sun rose
in the western half

the green fog creeps
it burns their skin
we carry our guns
and salad dressing

seems silly enough
to joke about
they pour it on wounds
to put the acid fire out

the acrid desert
the powder sand
im all dried out
from my medication

kill me now
walk toward the smoke
we crawl in our armor
im an armadillo

give me a shell
for my shell
complete me completely
enable my hell

I'm done with my home
on the shelf
i made this bed
for myself

idle hands
born of doubt
I'm your lucky day
your way out

winky face
hashtag rad
hashtag paid
flashback rage

razor blades
i kept a boxcutter
i was afraid
of everyone and their mother

I'm the gas
I'm the west
I'm the thief
Jesus blessed

ill carry my cross
till it carries me
what does it costs
to let me sleep?

3 more nails
leftover wood
they forgot me there
i understood