my body is a broken flower carcass

we walked into the madness, feet scattered like doves
we saw hamartias, hubris, helis, and hell
or the combatents of silence
rather, a silent-film hell
pelee prison
decision to paint
sway stain canvas face
but fake and yet further remade and
displaced in a kerosene
combative molded mood in a vase
what remains-

today i listened to the radio
and laughed so hard i slapped my knee.
i'm saying i'm lonely
captain, i'm sorry
this ship has been tyranically lobbied
and the pirates decided they wanted to leave.
leave, leaves are breaking off trees
vitamins in my belly, cellophane breeze
sometimes in the shower my hair comes out into my hands
and onto the wall
well i really want it to shed into my hands
and onto your skin
i think that would be funny-

what is the point of a house if you aren't living in it?
does color have sound?
are you sure that you love me?
is your ear to the ground?
ABSTRACT ACCIDENTALISM IN THE AVANT APPLE ALIAS
GENERATE DEGENERATION IN THE APRES AKIN OEDIPUS

what the fuck is it about people's mouths
that is so very important?
i'm falling asleep in my chair
dreaming of severed mouth pieces
these visions are glorious
eloquent yet vicarious
visceral vagabond
entrance of life
vespertine violence
unadmittingly serious
and words are of great influence
and influence is of great disolution
and if words are like seeds
then we're growing a damaged garden
my body is a broken flower carcass

my body is a broken flower carcass

william burroughs says that even i must guard my knowledge
the architecture of my flesh encases something different
great displays of romantic love hail vast alterior motive
i don't believe in this single truth
i do not believe in a single truth
but of greater truths
because the pursuit of truth
is but a motive truth
and religion is nothing more than a scapegoat outlet
to plug in your sins!
you sinister sinner spill all your riches!

there are ballerinas walking through the night
like clocks winding, no bombs just ticking
like child prodigies like fireball dreams
of fingers tingling and houses burning
revealing a structure of infinity
time does not begin or end
energy is neither created nor destroyed
so ghosts are souls and ghastly are spiritual
or our souls are our ghosts and we're very afraid specimen.

i saw a man taking this long drag out of a cigarette,
it must have been half-gone so i asked
why do you do it, demon?
he said because "i like to pretend i'm in the 1930's"
before anyone knew what would happen?
or because we hadn't yet dropped the atomical boom
hysterical love of blood in the most capitalistic miracle
more bang for your buck, capulet
more bodies for your body
the ultimate perversion of energy
in the palm of our hearts
cancer, come welcome
we shelter the outcome

well, shelter my outcome.

my favorite shoes hurt my feet
my opiate is far from the masses
the drink is the snake consuming my modesty
long hair is love, grow drugs like grass
let animals eat them, let animals fast
the night is a greedy villainous prince
and we'll dance without movement.

my words will cradle you like a fading metabolism
but remember however fleeting the doves, i am still white light.
charm city reptile slithering underground
body full of bodies, spacesuits for the soul
with placid mouths and american dreams
saying "FUCK YOU! TODAY, TONIGHT, AND TOMORROW!"
and licking their reflections in a cool winter pond
"Hello" the pond says "I am death, what's the word?"
time! cry the people. we have no use for you now
but only to discriminate and harbor fear.
so the wind blows the pin wheels but they are not flowers
and they will not grow
and people are voguing but they stopped growing
in their treehouses and dollhouses and mommies and daddies
and marvelous kingdoms of righteousness.
I WILL POINT TO THE SKY AND IT WILL PART LIKE THE SEA
red planets will fall like empires into our advancing hands
and there will be no more wondering,
only tall flags to pierce into the ground.
prayers are selling like slaves on the white market
magic marvel, this is my smoke dream
limbs, phallic limbs, ejaculating hands- shake
pleased to meet you too.
are you alone or are you alive?
or is your lonlieness liveliness, lowlife?

babies are sucking breasts while their mothers
are thinking 20 years ahead like japan
mothers are milking and babies are expanding
so i think it's safe to say our lives sustained
count on primal consumption.
i am eating you, milkmaid wonder.
earth woman organic organ-mother
long live the criminal contraband circle of life
leverage is the devil's language, it is a currency curse,
but my mind is a whimsical generation.