Taste
the turn off of nothing-thought
The
wanting has got me nauseous, lingering, spit-it-out
Cringing
at the idea of contemplation
Crawl
back into a drive-through lane
Feed
me the oils of vertigo
Far
away, far bizarre from tonight-today
Hell-fuck
bullets flying gorge a bite to say
Eat
the empty, the night is a noose
The
waste-away is scavenging the neighborhoods for flotsam
Alcohol-candy
and lung-sparklers, light up the darkness
To
bring in the hounds to devour the sacrament
Unction
in the nothing
Placate
the desire to be a face, a body, limbs and excuses
Chronic
byproduct of planning events into the recompense
Of
want turn the valve closed and drown in the brunt
Of
the deluge as the levee bursts and the caskets slide down the street
Like
surfboard stockbrokers collecting industry fear-mongers
I
want to drift into the surrender of the rolled-over road-kill
Opossums
and armadillo pestilence, greetings from absence
Soil
nocturnal speed-lump for trying to be noticed and sunk
Into
the blood crypt with the bodies of Armageddon-paycheck vigilantes
Doing
something noble like telling an adolescent about the frivolousness
Before
he becomes infected with the wanting
Sympathy
in the symphony of melancholy gentlemen of barber chairs
Cut
off the fashion and leave the hirsute cavemen naked as bankers
Parade
them in their liar’s cloaks denying who they are
How
far away from fire burning the world while money sleeps like a window-thief
Pickpocket
foxes and the vomit has gotten my bone marrow death cream
Bloody
with the try and I say no more
Let
me off the coaster and into the canyon for a taste of the craggy cactus
Eat
the spikes and pebbles, manic for the nothingness
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