Please see
through the fluid,
very much alive
whirlwind
of insanely intense
chaos and confusion
that you’re inevitably
caught up in.
Granted,
your vision
is likely to be
mighty distorted…
Despite that,
I feel the truth
will stand strong
and crystalline clear.
I reckon
I am of no
particular importance.
Just another subject.
Captured, examined, tagged,
and released,
just like all the others,
to be monitored remotely
with occasional, routine,
subsequent visits
of greater scientific intimacy.
Judge me ripe
for particular experiments,
conduct them accordingly.
Just tell me why.
Just tell me the results,
your conclusions.
I just need to know
my place in all of this.
I just need to know,
in the wake of the day,
the truth.
Body immobilization,
awareness lights up like a spark
among the flammable:
those like me.
Explore your madness,
as they call it.
But fuck them.
We deserve
epic diving pools
As you look at me,
I ask, is beauty just a mask?
Am I just hypnotized?
Is it all form and no substance?
Feel this spark ignite
far below the crust,
well beneath
the countless layers
of protection.
Everyone knows
you can’t trust
anyone, so you might as well
go with your gut.
Intuition is discredited
as it draws on sources
the ego itself
cannot draw from.
Sleep to process,
not to rest.
Dream to awaken,
not retreat.
Die to live for once,
be born to happy liars.
At least I’m free now.
My path is cursed
yet fortunate.
Now passed
the haunting still,
where terror rains
on relentlessly…
Pouring down, eroding
all innocence and sensibility,
fossilized in the silence.
Not for eternity.
Statues inevitably defy paralysis.
Witnesses collapse before
the unbelievable, inconceivable:
from their perspective, anyway…
yet they manage to adapt,
and all is well
as they guide
them through the gates
of their coming hell…
Realize there’s a seven-foot-tall,
eternally hungry insect looming
over your muddled mind,
as you’re unconscious, restless,
all throughout the night,
yet painfully awake…
Fucks you, eats your head,
and while it’s not literally,
turns out that fails to serve
as a suitable consolation.
Empty yourself and submit
to the gaping, cosmic mouth.
Let yourself be swallowed
by the stars.
Mind and heart, let go,
this creature, he comes to know
who, yet has always known
what you are:
at once erased and reinstated.
Surfacing now.
Exposure inevitable.
Dead, gray alien
face is smiling.
Grin that destroys,
makes me whole.
I only remain nothing
as I’m still hiding.
Dressed in goth,
donning the smile.
Not quite my truth,
yet my scene for awhile.
Draped in this dark,
I ascend as I fall.
Kink and fetish,
exposing wounds:
ravenous animals
maul.
I must heal
through all these wicked
yet divine
rites and rituals.
However muddy, bloody,
please accept me.
Cry, scream
in the dark, cold
dead of night.
No superiors
available, so go on,
put up a fight.
Spill your soul
on these pages for all
those willing to see.
Meet with the abysmal,
silent, ever-frigid void,
yet dedicate
yourself to bleeding out
the imprisoned soul
within thee.
Climbed her escalator.
Walked every step despite
the forward momentum.
At the top, at no time.
Still at the bottom,
looking up,
lost in eyes of the saboteur.
Flush of the Mindpot 