Chemical Baptism

The priest wore a suit
on the day he baptized us
in the rivers of
southern Appalachia
and when we came up
our skin blistered
our stomachs imploded
The beauty of chemical religion
God shows love through
dehydration
filth
and he powers our lives
So what if He
made a mistake
and ordered our bodies
to tear themselves
apart
for His love?

Housewives and Hand Grenades

An abortion
30 years too late
sleeps in its grave
under six feet of plastic
and malleable flesh
Yet it is awake
to see the sun burn out
a thousand times
through the eyes of
satellites
Is it not moved?
Is it not amazed?
Neurons flash only
for the achievements
of lustful byproducts
They blanket the planet
like small pox
(pride in greed)
mirror the scars of ancestors
Mistakes breeding mistakes
breeding decades
of nothing
They will never
know how
to use the excitement of death
to offset the
boredom
of life

Colostomy Of Critics

We've gathered in circles
to pelt poetry
with bricks/grenades
and expect swans to
take up shelter
in the morning after
This is not a new thing
Hunger spins
in our DNA
for garbage writing/music/people
we
all
rot
The worst/best kind of life
throwing dynamite
at the dancing bones
Watch them splinter/break/crumble
Such amusement for us
transients/gods
watching burning zeroes shine
like the devine light
on our tattered jackets
and the perfection
mirrored on our
dying eyes/genitals

Gurl

Been a long few months
since your perfect form
became black fog
and drifted away from
my decaying limbs
Now
I'm sifting through this
encyclopedia of cliches
trying to crack the blank
sky
while your lips touch
the heavens
with someone who
(probably)
wouldn't draw his organs
on yours
like I did
How sad that
I'm still writing these
things for you
another worthless
poem
for another
worthless love

I Hate Poetry

I hate poetry
I hate how it
flies just out of
my reach
like a butterfly
with chemical wings
I hate how it
sits in coffee shops
discussing its own greatness
sipping tar
and performing self
proctology
I hate how
it builds walls around itself
so it won't have to see
the bitter sun
or the breathing grass
And I hate how
it left me so abruptly
at the end of
a line
of meaningless letters
with no punctuation
or closure

Gravity

When I think of how quickly
you
walked away
from the tactical nuke
that fell on our home
I can feel the weight
of Jupiter
as it plummets on
my ribcage
I could write some kind of
apology
or
plea
with the fragments
it leaves behind
not that you would
read it
not that you would
care
So sad
that these weapons of
mass destruction
and even
the solar system
are falling all around
and all you can do
is smile

The Warmth Of Bridges Set Ablaze

I find it adorable when
you carve your opinions
into the clouds
and expect people
to record the spectacle
and use it as
pornagraphy
as if you were more
than just suburban skin
All those blank picket signs
you keep around
"just in case"
I pissed the letters
W
A
R
on them
so you'll be honest
for a single moment
You
of outdated fame
with the idiot dodo
nesting in your hair
carving break up letters
into your thighs
then smiling
with the blood in your teeth
will one day reach for
the hand that gives gold
to every passerby
and pray it will touch you
as if
it could ever relate to
you

A Romantic Evening In The I.C.U.

When we ignited this
body of concrete
and fluorescent lights
we didn't strike the match
in a shroud of fraud
or as an
act of revolution
No
we only did it
to light up
the flash
in our eyes
and to dance in the ash
We thought the flames would
extend to the heavens
and send it collapsing
at our feet
but they just died
in a thosand mile downpour
of tears
that left us crawling
sick
to any sign of life
but our own

Mechanic

All the things you
could never teach me
fall from me
like so many
angels
I've spent years
carving your face
into mine
with your old
rusted knives
and it doesn't hurt
any less
now
and it never will
The only thing I
have ever wanted
truly
is for you
to save me
from every
molecule
and for you
to hug me
and tell me
that I am worth so much more
than the rot
growing
on my heart
all these years
without you

What A Drag

I've been
dragging this corpse behind me
for so long that
I don't even remember
what it looked like
or why
I'm even pulling it
Maybe
I'm looking for
a place
to bury it
or maybe
this is just
what my purpose in life is
The only things I know
are the rot
that has permanently etched itself
into my nostrils
and the lingering taste
of apocalypse
on my crumbling tongue

Disease

The Old Child
bandages a few cuts
on his thigh
before a grenade
detonates
in his guts
He places his hands
over the gushing hole
as He saunters
across concrete
forest
plains
ice
and ash
while His injuries
trail behind him
like a lost
child
When He finally reaches
the desert
He is reduced to a
glacial crawl
a highway of blood
stretched for miles
behind Him
Before He dies
a serpent slithers
across His outstretched
stained hands
and wraps itself
around The Old Child's
chest
gives Him the deepest kiss
He ever knew
and whispered
"Fate Is God"

Decoming

It's been a long time coming
As humanity turns
into piles of pink
sludge
before my eyes
they'll speak
in grunts
and beeps
like rusted nails
into my ears
And the air
will become water
And the water
will become magma
And I
will no longer belong here
I
will launch myself
into whatever lies
beyond
and whether it is
filled with perfect days
or decomposing like rats
it's got to be better
then what is becoming
now

No More Memories

We deserve
nothing more
than to be buried
under 2000 feet of
nuclear winter
where each flake
resembles
our disgusting uniqueness
And we deserve
nothing more
then to have our
accomplishments
carved in those graves
Assault weapons
hanging trees
bent bodies
bloodied chambers
brandished crosses
in front of our dead eyes
forever
Yet we deserve
nothing less
than to be loved
the way that God
loved Job

...In All Walks Of Life

I ripped out
God's vocal cords
tied them around
my neck
and leaped
from the sky
As I
was falling
the clouds turned
sepia
and rushed into
my nostrils
smothering my organs
making them gasp
for anything
When the
cord snapped
a crimson serpent
slithered up my
forearm
and tightened
before my obsolete body
plummeted
to the callous planet
below

War Fetish

Long sleep
for the American
dream
Camouflaged children
led into bullet storms
and watched over
with covered eyes
inside empty suits
They barter
in blood
and poverty
and sing the opera
of gun fire
explosions
and screams
but the
infants
are just happy
to take part
This has always
been a win-lose situation
these arid nations
drenched
in bodily fluids
because there's a downpour
of limbs and bones
and intestines
while we're left wondering
if God is weeping
or if He's singing
in the rain

S.A.D.

I have long related
to the cold death of
Autumn
My organs fall
as the shattered leaves do
and the fantasies
of hanging
like an old vine
from a naked tree branch
never seem to leave
on these days
and the leaders
I have followed
for eternity
have drifted away
like the waters of
a creek
and I am left
directionless
as the pollution
within those plodding
waters

Haiyan, Oh Mighty

We tried
not to inhale
the sweat
pouring from the arms
of Death
We pushed against
the crippling force
of the Devil's breath
Our limbs ripped
and scattered
like the remnants of
our lives
This mass
liquid grave
half ocean
half tears
that we crawl
out from
reflects our lives
flashed before our eyes
Nothing to go back to
nowhere to go
except the barren fields
where the rags grow
like poverty

Cured?

When your arteries
widened
like dynamite
in the earth's core
I withdrew
into my own
And as
the angels
strapped on
their jackets
I knew
that we would
fall together
Those machines
that kept you floating
might as well
have been breathing life
into the apocalypse
So i ended it
all pain
all misery
all negativity
with the salvation
inside of a
steel shell

I, Plague

My flesh
has sublimated
into sepia fumes
A slow
boring
process
that's left my senses
numb
but filled
with feeling
The jesters vomit
The gods empty
their bowels
I would laugh
or cry
if I could
because it only shows
that just a little
sickness
can force humanity
into the stagnant arms
of chaos

Moldy Tangerines

Cold air rushes
through my tangled hair
bounces across
my cracked skin
I smile
for the flash
of moonlight
on the river's
surface
but the metal
on my breath
rots the
enamel
like love
on the brain
(Splattered against
rubber walls)
Blood is
measured in nano litres
now
splattered against childhood
photographs
erases my face
from everything
I laugh
at the black comedy
of twenty five
years
spiraling the vultures
before a tiny splash
of the imploding universe
fills my head
with the beautiful ambiance
of nothing