the commas in your words

The commas in your words.































There are commas in your words!
You are insuffering sistering system pitch black
The mind rotates in the line of the planets
To asteroid smash and star gaze to question?
Do you ever wonder what happens after you Die then die and die?
The answer lay forfeit to the reality feeling.
You cannot answer with sobriety, pure unfiltered thought….regret.
You can not fathom the truth you beguiled fly or nest
I will not give you the permission to poison parhelion
Puppet string eyelids, heart made of nets
Your corpse is either a bag or a sky layer
Catching the molecules, dirty to demonic
Yawns made of ground so your tongue—stick blackWith worms,
there were colonies of worms Mild in your head. But you are alive. Certainly breathing through blenders Brute bleeding;
and it drips like a Cactus in a Dali painting grinning.
I walked inside your bones and borrowed Your body,
that night you clawed the wall Until your fingernails were made of plaster.
I found a little bird that said“Lane, you are selfish. You will always be alone.”
In a knot of my organs.
In a knot of my organs, I was born.
To a mirror flashing and mouthing and filling my breast.
The ability to self-medicate, an instant success.
Then the rain came, and for an infinity It felt, and for a second it free
An effect. An effect. They sky was drunk off living—
The way air feels over the top of your head
Where your hair meets your skull and your skull Meets the air.
Or was it your hair to the air and your Skull to you head?
Giant crustaceans will forever walk the earth
And there will be no city of wallets and windows and dreamers and pockets
But a city of black.
Real thick syncopation to sound
Crustacean to ground
Synaptic stable to sleep for a body profound.
And all the dreams, all the recollection And SLEEPING TO DREAM
will mangle toTangle a web of disast-ric
Fallen, like baby angels from a cloud Of skin.
Bodies coughing like the wind.
All the nights I dreamt of the big wave And awoke sweating.
All the nights of the sweating I awoke dreaming.
The taste of my sweat, the taste of a pancake
And how muscles must feel under teethNightly gritting.
The truth is….. I’m hungry…..
In the morning when you’re tangled in sheets
I am a spider tangled in web.
The truth is, before your religion came I was a werewolf howling at the moon
When we had one.
You see, when I look into your future I see violets
But they float in the air and I’m not sure they’ll ever grow again.
I fed them pill bottles to fill in their blankness
And they turned into the land of plastic swans and tall grass.
Where the leaves fall like scabs…Or pretty snowflakes in a glass.
And we are neither here nor there passed.
Commas between dreams, commas between worlds, commas in your words,Commas in my hunger, commas, comas,Commas, I am cold, restless, I am cloud-clad Comma dream, coma sleep.
There is punctuation to your throat
And the truth is, I’m hungry.