The Abyss has an iPhone 6

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 8, 2014 by unsensible

When you look into the Abyss, the Abyss maybe looks back into you.

Unless it’s busy.

The Abyss is busier than you are.

The Abyss has an iPhone 6.

The Abyss creep cams you on tumblr.

Nine-Dollar Cover, Third-Circle at 3 AM

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on October 2, 2014 by unsensible

Lewd body dementia, fits and shrieks
Blacks out the detritus of untouched night sky

Your Jack Daniels speaks in tongues regardless
Stupefied prosopagnosia drags you from stranger to stranger

Sweat an impermeable glue
Between the math of pressing bodies

Third circle simony burn the feet of Seraphim
Too footsore for heels, too rough to fly

Shoulder to shoulder, knee to knee, thigh to thigh
In a waste of jabbering prophets dank corners
And ichorous baptismal fonts

Fair and True (A caution)

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 2, 2014 by unsensible

May you never know the cold, calloused working hands of a Fair world
An impartial view never seize you by your scruff
Or principled and dangerous never turn dread eyes on you

May you never the horror of the Fair and free, my fair haired child
Or Necessity scrape your soft palms to the hypodermis
Picking agony through connective tissue for subcutaneous Truth

Truth?

Fair is the remorseless predator
A falling of a blade in a machine with no known purpose

Truth is an alien horror hiding deeper than bone
A lusus naturae you never speak to or invite in
Fair comes and goes
Truth permanently resides

Cabarets

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 18, 2014 by unsensible

The moon burns hot
And your a liar
Swear you’re not
(Tongue’s on fire)

Painted mirrors
Naked skins
Streaming horrors
Breathing thin

Watch photos
Blood on camera phones
Sleeping solo
In beds not your own

Skin sinks fading
Like dying Mondays
Stringing pearls
Of gentle shadings and short-engagement cabarets

Honestly, literally

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 12, 2014 by unsensible

There are two kinds of liars
In the dizzying spin of celestial deep

Liars
And those who lie about it

Neither should be trusted
But one should be respected for their honesty

Can’t Wait (to late)

Posted in art, artist, artsy, creative, creative writer, creative writing, creativity, dream, fall, friends, original, original poem, original poems, original poetry, originality, peace, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poetry of the day, poets, suicide, think, writer, writing on September 11, 2014 by unsensible

He didn’t have time for new friends
He didn’t have time for the friends he had

He didn’t have time to talk
To think
To dream
For music, work, sex, or future

Like a religious ascetic on a serpentine esker
Casting wishes off like little stones
Glittering in the sunset
Tumbling and receding

To put it all behind him
To make the end of the ridge
To collapse without comment, thought, of fantasy
He couldn’t wait for peace

He couldn’t wait to fall

No good deed (and no miracles)

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on September 11, 2014 by unsensible

He who flinches, loses trying
Yearns the greatest, hardest failing
Tries the longest, perish drowning
In fetid shade of breathless tide

No good deed’s beyond suspicion
Miracles called insurrection
(Pseudonym and rationalization)
Mercy makes an open heart and
a pinkly naked, bare backside

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