Occuduct

they’re on the hunt for the last hermit on earth

he dared to shun concrete and asphalt for for dirt

he tried to run but the ground he walks is cursed

fruitlessly search theres no oasis in this wasteland

the dogs are on the trace his scent calls them home

they love the chase mouths boil over with foam

they know their place they know better than to roam

fervently loyal we could learn so much from them

i once aspired to be the devil himself

i so admired men hanged and locked in cells

we once conspired to drag this world to hell

but society beat us to the punch

billy corgan

what’s it take to get a hipster girl

who worships comic sans font

i met her at a shoegaze show

but she listens to powerviolence

oooh hoo you know it burns

ooh hoo your disarming smile

ohh hoo hurts my inner child

ewww eee eww i sound just like billy corgan

singing over isaac brock chords

i don’t care what they say about alternative

i don’t care about that

whenever i’m pining for rose tinted ninties

go to my record shelf

your lips are blistered walking with whispers

you need an audience

Bang bang rat in a cage floor returns my weary gaze

ooooh hooo whats a boy supposed to do

the killer in me is the killer in you

i can’t drain and I can’t kick

all living does is make me sick

hung down with the freaks and geeks and ghouls

we don’t care to shake the zipper blues

object oriented

im not object oriented

but i was designed

with you in mind

can’t you see i’m helpless against your defenses

so don’t be unkind

don’t be unkind

you need a whetstone to sharpen your edges

so you’ll grind on me till you grind me down

your fingers trace me like your last cigarette

smoke me down to the filter

till i’m all cinder

your ashtrays full and your full of regret

all things considered

i’m not bitter

you won’t stop until oxygen debt

take another drag on me
 till you drag me down

ship of theseus

the temple that’s my body
 could use some restoration
aspects of my personality seem interchangable
 scooped out chunks of brain
 along the perforations
so i could watch the angles forming angels
( don’t ask me why I’m here
 that’s too close to who I am
 and that’s a can of snakes
 one jolt and the thrill subsides )

or

(I watch the world collapse and I taste synthetic symphony

If I lost my empathy I don’t think I missed it)

that net they caught you in gave thanks when you contributed snow globe bondage in a flat world (you watched it all unfurl OR its part of you you’re part of it) and yes you may leave they’ll hand you blunt scissors and smile as you go cause they know they’ve got your ghost and as you grew you left notches and imprints in doorways and footprints in pathways and a cellphone in the snow it died scared and alone and those forks in your travels that force fed you possibilities are crusted with crumbs and particles of memory so you can scrub them clean if you’ve learned nothing from jim carrey.
 

halting cackle scraped from chimney lungs

my coffee mug a billows

cushioning embers that hazard to

smelt intention from the metamorphic assault

her meteorite inflection

i never read steppenwolf

but read the wikipedia page at least once

self implanted memory

of her a sundress,

I a warm gust too coy

for that particularly post coital september
 thinking

gunpowder! and the artist a hollowpoint round meant to vaporize upon impact with its flesh burdened audience

no, no, a muse is a muse is

stained glass, both cathedral and crack den
, the artist a cleric and fiend

her failing charms screamed in defiance
 to comparisons with wilting flowers and especially autumn

september was cheap, it was easy it was all to convenient to make yourself the hero, that last breath of summer

and you think I’ll let them hall me to the annals of tragedy without sending a few of them to a comedic realm less dante and more peter jackson circa 92?

you’re all the same in that way she said to my stoicism

hypochondriacs all and the only diagnosis you ever get right is when you call eachother full of shit

if you could discriminate between an altar and a whipping post or at least

at least. brief hiatus in the shower and I knew her hands

were dry like the cactus she forgot at my place

when she made a point of saying goodbye.