babies burned alive 

to bury old men in gold

statues of the bomb

rhythms of decay

a knocking in the graveyard 

dead bodies dancing

my eyes burst open 

pierce the room looking for dreams 

so swiftly, escaped 

peasants ascend hills 

climb them with kings on their backs

knocked back down by thrones

in the cocktail of life

music has always been my favorite mixer

and i have always known

that you have to drink up

because the ice is melting 

leering stares of death

focused, ever-present gaze

never looks away

when rain starts to sing

rhythm sections of thunder

this storm keeps a beat

restaurant bosses

passive aggressive hellscape

on our labors, feed

when the words use us

tyranny famed as triumph 

language of deceit 

ballad becomes dirge

only so much time to hear

all songs reach their end 

all of us, stories 

painfully written to life

pathetic fictions

to play is to lose

you win by walking away

when bullies pick games

tears upon mountains

by eyes of fallen angels

volcanoes are born

the magic of time

these terribly short moments

a vanishing act

the world lost for breath

earth is a choking victim 

humanity noose

from where the tears come 

sadness forever gazing 

my eyes are dirges

prehistoric youth

hunched over a dinosaur

the fossils of dreams 

from void and stardust

drifted into this body

a dream dressed with flesh

i race with no storm 

my skin is my umbrella 

a forecast of will

dimly lit windows
russet gems of the city

electric night sky

You Are My Fucking Light Source

i was a dead planet 
without a solar system

 
aimlessly shooting through galaxies 
with nowhere to go

 
then 
i wandered into your orbit 
and now i am flush with life 

water 
birds 
n' trees 
n' shit 

where was there was no breath
now there are winds

where there was once only night 
now there are days 
afters days

-for Jessi Curtis

skyscrapers of shit
failed cities effluvium
these piss soaked downtowns