Adolescence

Her eyes are broken mirrors in the cavern of a tooth
They sparkle as the sun bursts and shiver in the winter
Her lips give birth to mystery and life to every lie
And now I’m validated like a liar’s valid truth

Clouds hang in the distance as the light begins to gray
She holds it in the emptiness and bleaches in the sun
The only children smothered suffocating by her hands
And in her womb I’m strangled like the dying of a day

The insects fill her up inside with parasitic sex
Antennae probing what she knows and what she will regret
With eggs that swell her stomach and the seed within her mouth
The innocence that she aborts and struggles to denounce

Saturday

The night fell static flat my children eating mother fruitful. You share eyes like winter air the days and wasted years away. The life unopened sighs but never the same like time over nothing in pitiful captivity an engine song unwelcomed by the senses. Inclusion he and them not me and us inside a melody just trapped like rats and other things that speaking of would justify.

Narrative: Autunno e Inverno (2004)

Daigle baffled composition musicality independence almost free. Mozart funeral freemason me inside her without a name faced mistaken nauseous held the ghost. Thriving decay collapsed my ignorance now fallow a wound that never heals. Anticipate and wonder the sun at how I burn in the eyes of Baphomet, disconnected wires telling of truths from which I run. My laughter ubiquitous that filled her lungs with "giornalista." Magickal blasphemies held inside a misery soon to alleviate; life disrupted steps of long division as I reluctant opened my shameful human eyes.

Father's Day

A friend is someone to be used until they are no longer useful.

Nascita Astratto Vuoto

Ascoltare sovversivo parole penetrare forte disonesta. Antagonista bugiarda dietro gentilezza contro mi seduto pietoso; disperata emaciata diluire malattia droga mutazione umano sessualita disgustosa. Ossigeno puntina paradiso sorriso capovolgere infanzia rapporti sessuali e stupefacente e rapporti sessuali e morte; sangue stoffa tempo chiuso comprensione scatola. Inanimato eiaculazione di scarto ingoiare intero, disordine disperato bella vomito sconosciuto cattiva schiacciante.

Senza Tetto

Lacrimale eremita impedire malinconica oscura suicido Messia. Morta poetico melodia ripetizione scarafaggio bestemmia puzzo femminile sconsolata puttana incubo dimensione schizofrenica.

Morso Di Serpente

Edgar: To what derived in time that pleasure forsaken in you my beloved nothing? Morose and bleak your heart had filled with pain that relieved for some time but again bears down upon you; what source be claimed for all your woe?

George: The devil spoke with a forked tongue, and from his mouth came dripping the bile of fairweather. In silence to suffer is noble but unfortunate, and exiled into me this pain which has no home.

Edgar: And what of severity? To advocate the empty has been your charge, and for sometime quite, for left is nothing traced to childhood happiness. To whom this curse be given must surely cursed be. But pitiful to see myself in you; you who gave me life and breath with clever strokes of ink.

George: But pitiful it shall not be, for deserving of my isolation I truly am. Abandon pity; see beyond these frames of worthless reality. Relative to each yet poison just the same, to recapitulate the days of woe that she who gave me life tore in promiscuity from my grasp I see in images flashing the same bleak days that lay ahead; like eyes that mock and pierce my soul.

Melatonin

Reached out feeling weightless and black; my arms like spider reveries ignoble haunted in my world of sleep. Lightless chemical imbalance aggravated me into myself but fear and never nothing nowhere not inside but underneath. Eyes opened to my television life; the people march and sing behind the frame; disillusioned me inside the bilayer; my face unseen I am objective alone in the dark black room with only the light of television that soft blue glare that burns my eyes and robs my heart; characters that come and go without consequence to me the objective viewer staring absently at the screen so eager to give my life away like public hangings on an empty sky afternoon; my life is not real the people have no meaning the birds will never sing the sky will never change the time will never move the waves will never tide the moon will never laugh the people have no meaning the lies will never truth the eyes that never proof the water feels like air the youth will never care the age will never know the children never show of daydreams in the night and never having rights will sit upon some mound not looking to the ground but groping at the sky the children never reach the people have no meaning the ants that move the dirt the sleep that isn't real the lie we never speak the real that isn't there the people have no meaning.

Patricide

Arrogance mistaken by him unwarranted but secretly bitter, when capable sirens exploding outburst from his hollow. Lips coated translation saliva revolting childlike desires immoral failure sinking further into oblivion. Broken will fat baby slobbering "Feed me!"

He disgusts me. Vengeance thickened; pulp forest by apathetic iniquity. My assailant father versus arcane stagnation outlet perforated by colorful laughter. Death I wish upon his breath serene lightless will benighted by hatred no other way. Dream, silence my desires forbidden in fruition. Fantasy, suppress my violence; my dark rebirth manifested.

The sleep of insomnia flowing vividly within my veins throbbing forcefully in anxious blue delirium. Eyes he shut in security false, and struggled me to restrain this murderous evil that filled my soul like a morning fog too oppressive, too dense for comprehension. Twitch the fingers of Edgar who by nature knows the path that indecision before me lay. "Hold me sanity! Purity! Reason!" Oh but strong in me the will for evil, it purity had become. Dead phantom voice of Edgar slithered "murder" into my ear.

Stone lay the inches apart adjacent shelf which took I by hesitation without in the moment's clarity to murder him as Edgar seized me; to murder him whose seed from lust had spawned my darkness, and fell with lust from high above him my hand now painted black by death. Numb and of him suddenly I am now free--the taste of breathing untarnished by my hatred; by my darkness owed to him.

Her New Life

Glass hidden eyes behind green shining mother passenger dead, battery life forlorn smile rearranged. God fingernails opposite engines red acid morning the hours fluidity shameless unbelievable without me. Sunburn spit mouthing "why does this matter?" Know nothing of the sort pornography imitation. Such a fruitless ovum cancer-eaten written black with ink, and face now a trip illness technicolor sky blurred static by the iris. School system's public demons growing out from within our two faces now hidden in the opprobrious dirt. What have we become?

Winston-Salem

My eyes trembled in the light, and surveying the field of weeds before me, I let slip my mental focus. I burned through manufactured glass windows with lust under the heat of afternoon and held my breath in ovarian thirst. The sky was as deep and blue as her eyes are exploded and green. I saw her face painted in cold reptilian frames of broken sunburst-crystalline as her warm sexuality crept slowly with penetrating fingernails along my already collapsed and mildewed veins. She felt raped behind my black eyelids; I know now that love is dead. The fetus will spread her legs in a dull grey melody to imagine shape within the hearts of insect colonies already chewing voraciously at the walls of another vaginal hive; deep, collected pools of seminal regret. Forgotten Robyn in this tenth-grade daydream--in such a bitter nightmare.

Disquisition: Love

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Contrition

You are nothing more than what I feel between your legs. So loveless in my distaste for femininity, I refuse with spiteful eyes those who spread themselves before me. Am I not the first to devour worth wherein you may have kept clean your skin now stained with human filth? To what great lengths I will go to force upon you this knowledge of yourself--am I not your only friend?

Allow me to elaborate upon what little truth--if such a thing exists--you may discern: You are not beautiful, for never have I beheld such a filthy and loathsome creature more worthy of contempt--more earning of disgust; I do not love you; for in consideration of the sewage to which your very soul owes its form and composition, why must I have ever been expected to? In warring factions our genders speak.

And what then of us, and of myself? Why, as you may justifiably inquire, claim fellowship among such base and despicable animals? And so it goes...we are but one, not two; we are the same, never at odds. I see in you that which I myself have always been: vile, corrupted, fallen, malignant--a festering stagnation of all things pure and virtuous; a human being.

Mike Tyson

Nothing left in here for me to feel. Noises wash terrible fluid catastrophe. She smiles down into my bloodstream cathode with urinal teeth; every love about me in hell. Torment leaves me not. Drool collected product of my apathy--can't even swallow. "Get to the point," it urges me on. Everything in upward blisters. Worm shivers in the silken temperature throbbing in the bowels. Anal sex into her distance nightmare appendage. Inside the animal rabid convex. Everything is ruined, dressed in ruination shit.

Nostalgia

Happy birthday, Paul. I've missed you.

Sarah

Her deep blue eyes glared vacantly into mine with that same blank expression still showing on her haunted face. In boundless masculinity I demanded that she put my cock into her mouth. Her eyes rolled upward as she gathered spit...

The moon grew smothered by October clouds, and from her mouth fell the fruit of sodomy; days wasted on blood and sex. She was a breathing egg, deformed and full with cancer. The sperm swam mindlessly throughout the alleys of Canal street, while Christ hung mockingly on a telephone pole under the swollen red sky--and the wind washed over the shit and piss of animals still clinging in lifeless terror to their drugs. I told her I loved her and put my hands to her throat...

Aqueous Nineveh

You have done a good thing for a bad man. She is an angel with come in her mouth. I love you, father. What lustful sores must I endure in tune with radio frequencies too audible for logical digestion? I have learned to multiply severity clocks that perforate the insect sentences, but feast so steadily upon her cysts that my seed is sewn as tapeworm maledictions; open walls coagulate when questioned. The ovarian rupture haphazardly ejaculated swarms of wayward eggs into my teeth. With bile producing stomach emphasis I stagger slowly into throat-consuming orgasm, swallowing her children in bright green ruination much akin to mildew.

New Year's Eve

My self
Center fickle
Vagrant narcissistic
Expendable relationship
Nothing

The day
In dispersion
Fruitless concentration
Inamorata revulsion
Silence

Arcane Verity

Wanton
Patulous mouth
Seminal ingestion
Irrevocably polluted
Cheap whore

Regret

Mother's backseat leather cold sky permeating our embrace. Wherein love eyes her on me never fixed; so full her mind with clamor lucid had I that been replaced. But stupid in idolatry ignored I of fears to proven fruitful be; known what of to come with her will for others bending, would never have I touched her. Laughter they scream when my way looking proclaim me the fool that loved a whore.