May
May
I’ll be the one to keep your brain safe
as your mouth runs off
digging up the history in books never written
I’ll be the one right next to it
with a shovel in hand filling in the hole
hopelessly trying to asphyxiate my love
but every weed needs its dirt
and every dirt needs its broken hearts
to stimulate the birth
to stunt the use
to stimulate the abuse
to stunt the growth
May
I want to…
I want, too
I want you to find me
I’m hiding in the peripheral moon lite
and the moon is light with dramatic needs
and the moonlight is dramatically in need
of a fleshing out
of a taking care of
May
wut?!?!
May
sleep fast once there’s nothing left inside
May
I got rhythm when I bleed
May
intrigued_bob
May
shadeM0use
May
modus operandi
have almost twenty new tracks ready to be developed into luscious fruits. with this venture, as opposed to the last record, I’ll be working on and completing more than double the amount of songs and only picking the prettiest ones that shine the most brilliantly to birth.
May
crooked circles pose
like the arms on the doll of your divorce
forced down the backs of throats
choking on the back of hope
crawling down on the belly
squirming and pulsating
like an aborted orgasm begging for another breathe
or like a path begging for another footstep
the windows are mirrors
peek and you’ll see only what you see
reflecting back
refracting
changing shapes
sinking and shifting
from mediocrity to something slightly less
from boredom to—
May
boating
May
the best you can isn’t good enough
May
the face of a being waking up having no clue where he passed out
May
this is the end
Music, &c.
