...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

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

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

Mr. Sunshine

Tracing the cracks in my flesh with my tongue

I regurgitate pain

in a rusted pail

sprinkle it over my naked body

Maybe it'll wash away

the graffiti

Maybe it'll make

me sick

I used to worship the sun

as a lover

But I see it's an orange tumor

that keeps growing

and growing

until the blinding ultraviolet

is all

that I know

Split Myself In Two

     I split myself in two today. It was a euphoric experience on par with inhaling your weight in marijuana and shaking hands with God. I remember My First Half went to a street corner and started giving out money to people, all the while preaching about loving each other and the virtues of non-violence. The populace spat on him and hurled insults too vulgar to recall here. My Second Half sneaked up behind him with devils in his eyes and wrapped his arms around My First Half's neck. As My Second Half squeezed with terroristic rage, he laughed while My First Half's face turned blue and regurgitated his insides to the sidewalk. When his victim was dead, My Second Half stood and smiled. Then the people, who were just wishing death upon the man he just killed, started jeering him as they did his victim. They called him a “cruel murderer” and threw everything they could get their hands on at him. And that's when My Second Half exploded, leaving nothing behind but a small baby, crying to be respected.

Black Comedy

The final exclamation point

to 25 years

wasted

my used vessel

twisted into an epitaph

and read by the illiterate

Yes

there were a few crumbs of sunlight

spread throughout the swamp

but

obviously

it wasn't enough to dry the infection

in my arteries

It's just something I got to do myself

I watch the women of the world

spread their legs for paper cuts

while ignoring euphoria

I watch those in power

piss on the poor

and jack off for nuclear orgasm

I watch families torn apart

by magnetic erections

I watch the living get autopsied

by self-appointed surveillance

These things just make it easier

to shove my disease

down God's throat

and laugh as He/She chokes

.

Because we all need to chuckle

sometimes...

The Redundancy Of Redundancy

I sliced my forearm and bled a rainbow

I hung myself and grew rose petals around my neck

I drank arsenic and pissed out a blue sky

I swallowed a handful of pills and shat out a second sun

I stuck my head in the oven and inhaled morning dew

I injected heroin into my veins and climbed Mount Everest

I shot myself in the head and splattered gold against the wall

I provoked some cops and they shot autumn leaves at me

I jumped off a cliff and fell straight to heaven

I smiled and my face ripped itself in two

If Suicide Were A Coward's Way Out This World Would Be Filled With Ghosts

There will be a brief calm

The hum of a fan

The flicker of a light

Raindrops pause mid fall

Metal will extend from fingertips

Past the tounge and the tonsils

And then a brief silence

Followed by a loud BANG!

And the world resumes

In it's chaotic dreariness

And the organs and bones splattered against the wall

Will be someone else's problem

West Virginian Book Of The Dead

One the day I burst through

the guts of a stranger

they snapped my photograph

and put it on wanted posters

hung in strip clubs

where the attractions

throw knives at the ugly picture

and giggle to themselves

Meanwhile

I am chased to the ends of the Earth

by some army

whose soldiers all look like me

So I hide within my skeleton

knees bent to my hardened cheeks

and wait for the red skies

to take me

where I started from