*|I CANT BELIEVE HOW DARK IT IS|*

The next best things got me wishing til the morning
got me blissing on a mission thats goddamn boring
so im sharpening my teeth down to itty bitty points
to get a better grip on me nitty gritty joints
but the sweats got me multiplying skulls off my mandible
from tedious to occupado cannot handle all the cannibals
and i dont recall the motive
in fact not sure whats operating
acting on the instinct
of every single living thing
building femur steeples
and fermenting my elders bones
little bird pierced upon the eyes of cats
that joker make up aint no fool
ya look like bitch sticks but taste like rats
herding back the pins into the grenades offices
while the c4 keeps its cool
the minimized files are grinning wide and riotous

after the apocalypse
will come the silhouetting of my closed eyes
my hands separate from my palms
sunk deep inside my pocketses
wombing closed the softened blows
that sliver of white light
now extinguished

and i cant believe how dark it is

my fretting teeth cant take much more
this is what it looks like
when they slink off beyond the tree line
to curl up and die
another color opens up
blooming huge
a horizon slut
the entire spectrum deluge
wobbling the apostles strut
this jostle only momentary
prostrate proverb
spilling like a secretary
the pilgrims home will not be denied
his holy book slowly coned
to accept the pouring fluids
sloughing off the meat of his given title
without a name will surely fry
not a monk and not a druid
the torque began to squid
spelling out the ocean ink
across the 42nd fathom floor
the writing on the wall spat up
and melted off the torn cloth door

a shadowy figure
hell must have been em folk that sent it
i welcome in the devil
shipped six feet of rope to the daughter of the princess
let their fingers stretch like cork screws
as they try to lengthen time

they know
that this will never do

wolves can take piano shapes

napalm from the mournings dew