Torn apart, Serviced by the storm. I feel like a feral animal wrapped around the vines of the chaos of birth. Disorder and my spirit is soaked in sweat and the rain will never cease. Spirit portal spirit portal what is this foul smell.
“My son it is garbage day eve in this humble working class neighborhood, and some people don’t separate that shit…it’s like a fine cologne, an ambient piece of rotting music that only your ears can perceive.”
“Ok, thank you, do you think that the devil understands me a bit better than most. Snakes and ladders and politics. Mutations of humanity all gorging on my flesh. Soul travel, ticket punched, bones hollow. Days in the overcast plastered sky. the trees creek and the water flows, but my intentions are to disappear and write poetry again, fall in love, make car payments. I don’t know life is short and death is without end. I am doomed to walk without a soul or guideposts. Withered pages of drawings, hen scratched poems, rantings and addresses, love letters, lyrics, the foot marks of a life lost.”
“You’re just a Bad seed. You are mine now, the metamorphosis is complete. You are disconnected, banished and doomed beyond any redemptions, so relax become comfortable in pain and accept that you were born under the blood moon, a bad omen….the trajectory of your life is lost. You must accept that chaos and suffering is your new occupation.”
(Monotone narrator) Inserted back among the living, to walk amongst ghosts and pretend for our sakes to be human. The DNA indicates that he is of alien origin and not the cute little grey aliens, these are mutated fierce blood thirsty aliens. The human experiment is failing, weneed him back. Earth is flooding and sinking, twisting and heaving. Where the fuck is Superman or fucking wonderwoman now.
“You’re all backwards, inside-out and upside down, your fucking deranged circuitry is all wrong, it’s not completely your fault. It must have been the Years of isolation, and all the unkind words and beatings and having your whole life thrown into turmoil. You have to accept you are in exile. You have become a reptile, a serpent coiled around your own legs.”
Poetry excerpt fr the black book
When the earth grows dark, I see the backs of my eyes. The day is done, and I try to unwind. One eyed and slumping into my chair. How can I play it if I don’t feel it? Blues turning Black. Wiped into a frenzy under the full moon light. Under Azazel’s hand. Bone witch with the sermon of second sight. When I get the blues, I get ’em bad. Mean hearts don’t know anything about love. Well I did love many times. That was before the shadow’s shadow became my lover and friend.
Smudged ball point pen. I read the invisible message done in lemon juice under the lamp. Sent from somewhere else it read..”The place where you live is occupied, occupied by everyone except you. You are now under the command of Samsung and Samsung owns you, do you understand?