the taste

when the synapses fire
fueled by demented desire
there is some rearrangement that is bound to happen
when the colors take on a different meaning
the words don't smell like they should be
the taste, though, that still lingers
a memory wrapped inside a memory
locked tight, burning bright
a vision from a fever dream
too much would kill you fucker, a voice whispers
who's afraid of death then, the answer
to the question that was never asked
but all the cards on the table
everything on the line
and the mouth floods up
on the memory of a taste
a shiver down the spine
a sigh
a gulp
a thirst
never quenched...


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i could bite the face of god today.

sad songs and mad visions

some things are too sacred to write about
there is a risk that the magic
will leak out into the world

so i hoard the memories
like a jealous dragon sitting on a pile
of scents, tastes, and words

of sad songs that cut through
harsher than the bitter cold winds
of moments that slip through my claws

so i sit on this treasure
waiting for a glow, a sound, a twinkle
of a star in an endless night

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and then...

a song comes on the random playlist
something that i did not even know
that i wanted to listen

and the fucker digs in like a stake
impaling me to the bed of memories
to be repeatedly fucked

not saying that i hate it
but it's not the enjoyment i'd prefer

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let's scream together.

there is

there is a poem inside me
a virus, an alien thing
squirming, suffering,
seeking a way out
i close my eyes and i
can see this gargantuan thing
rise up from the seas
of my thoughts
like an angry god
that is pissed
at being woken up
from an ancient slumber
and now it slouches towards the cities of my mind
ready to destroy, to make it all one with the dust
or maybe it is just looking for coffee
one would never know
because this thing is almost here
slow thrashing wading through murky waters
yelling an incomprehensible litany
of mistrust and paranoia
shaking off dreams from the dreads
that are lodged like snakes
in its ugly head
it thrashes and smashes
structures to the ground
and the dust that rises
obfuscates my vision
my meaning
my dreaming
and i lie
oh i lie
in a fetal position
wishing it to be over
while it has only just started