TO MY CIRCLE OF DEFECTIVES  

I win
When I realize
The masquerade
Is not sporadic,
But eternal

And the splinters
Caught in my spine 
Reciprocate the open wounds
Fashioned as lovely expression

This microcosmic apocalypse:
Condemnation before contempt,
Judgment by blood puppets;
Maggots with cardboard crowns
 
An often muted 
Circle of defectives,
Only finding an exhausted voice
In the martyrdom of another’s words

Now your dried crops are ensured;
Fed by the dirty red,
Bled from an unwilling swell

"He who is without sin"
Was everyone but me.
(To the weak-minded assembly,
give my regards to irony)

These disillusioned
Mark a time they never knew;
A prophesy of larceny-
Pseudo manic lyricists

Sliced me into small portions,
Dropped what can’t be chewed.
Swallow it and make it yours-
The ungrateful cannibal crew

My hate’s a poison tab-
An overdose that I know is inside
The hardest trip we’ll ever have;

As I melt away, I watch you die.
 


TRUMP 15

This spine can’t be wrapped in white twine
And hung on the family gallows 
For Christmas time

This one speaks the anti-theist quote-
Carved like a post-it note
On cut neck and broken wrist-
Watch how pain and glory coexist

Armed with the witches mark-
Number 18 dilation-equation;
A promethean exercise in the valley of the damned
The moral-detox,
Inverted five-point program

But in his half-conceived visions,
Come dancing half-aborted children-
Bobbing for Adam’s apple on
All Shallow Eve
Paradise tossed and
Fallen from waste;
Connected to hindquarters
By their umbilical chains

Now he’s swallowed the rusted needle
That reattached
His 6 damaged wings,
And he stands outside the steel wasteland-
A thousand suns
Shatter at his feet



CON-DESCENSION

For a second, I flinched
The rays of luminescence beat me bloody
And left me for dead
On the spiral stepping stones
Outlining your poorly chiseled face

The indiscernible scars that spell out my name
Were somehow apparent to me for the first time

Like a toddler smearing finger-paints
On the ragged doll in the dirt,
I constructed a clay face mask that I placed upon you
Like a post-mortem theatrical puppet show

But in time,
Like all things most reflective,
The pieces fell beneath me; between me

Better to blindfold
Till the sun is swallowed



I.O.U. (EDU)

Idleness, Unrelenting;
Mind-benumbing consecrations
Empty-mindedness, Never ending;
Mindless leech life-extraction

Original sinning, Seven debts-
Half-forgotten moral superstitions
Dogmatic Death-list, Faithful Flat-lines;
Guilt-ridden euthanasia nation

"Under One", over-souled-
The monotheist stock exchange

Eulogy for the World
Watch and wait for this all to fade...

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