i'm TEETH TAPPING ON GLASS...

what do you do do you do when you're happy?
a golden posterity mind's prize on empty.
a bird in a cage, a basement, a knife,
a naked wire through a window will not suffice.
i used those already.
spinning on pin wheels securely just speeding and dipping my hands in your body, i'm dealing.
the bonder untied me now struggle is silly
there's no flailing or fleeing, bleeding, or screaming.
i'm cynical!
i'm happy! - i hate itre-free me.
an artist can't swim in a sea full of breathing.
oxygen, oxygen engulfed in the nothing.
give me a jungle of flaming hypocracy.
sell me your soul with a barter on gravity.
i'd imagine the moon being pryed from the sky
and a black sheet without shape so i could be neverending.
what ever happened to shaking the ceiling?
an albatross city with nails pressed into the meaning.
the population demeaning, needing, and pleading
my hand in your chest, pleading, and kneading
full of ventricle dreaming.
why would you ever fear anatomy's being?
i want to feel your heart beating through your stomach.
press unto me like fingers to keys of a board or a hole
and open the ground that you walk upon slowly.
show me the medicine made for redeeming.
why do i feel that not a coffin could bind me?
that not even my maker could cater my programming?
picture my skeleton without the protection of flesh.
a xylophone staircase.there's haunting in beauty.
the grit of my bones against a medallion of organs.
the pressure of dying yet succinct in their healing.
all things in time?
when i die my body will be preserved in an aquarium of wine.
like the body of christ, you'd all have to drink me.
forced to pray upon something forgiving.
put your hand down my spine and i'll play you a symphony.
saturnine scaffolding synchronized dripping.
of a muse!
what's under my fingernails reflects my behavior.
mostly abuse!
of all things destined to depricate deliberately.
a commandment of delicate demonic dealings.
sucking and feasting on your animal instincts.
demons! there are demons!
basking in your misery.
clawing your eyelids causing the sleep.
swallowing fingernails, feeding your body your body.
kissing in creases, a naked monopoly.
have you noticed the way your skin looks in a polariod like humidity conforming?what you see is not what you get.
the mind is incapable of filtering the meaning.
what's the difference between white noise and the sound of the sea?
do we embrace the latter because our lightness is missing?
put your ear to a seashell or a dying child breathing.
you can't single out senses because you're a machine.
not in control of your planets rotating, this dance of the molecules, war of the miserables, nothing quite more...than a silhouetted routine.