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Though we are Alive,
i am Dead.
Walls still slither
Tendons reach from the brick
Manholes watch me from between
demon automobiles, worshippers of poison.
They belch their evil
In snaking scrolls
Novels written in the sky's blood.
i smell rotting flesh
Clench my throat
Cough up dead brain
Slowly chiseled out
Replaced by sweet candy,
Lies drenched in 7 flavors.
23, They count my neurons
As calendar days until
The sidewalk ocean drags my decay
Under its MTBE octane surface.
Veneer walls
Burned mossy by showers of acid
Imprison me in suburbia
Where We live
And i died.

Bedroom of Planet Un67
3 aliens cocked, and one aimed from the pistol on my wall. HR Giger drew his gun, his violence, my dwelling holds it now. My dwelling, where hell screams from my stereo, a discus named Hypocrisy, summoning world-death and government alien lies. In a voice envied by Lucifer, they traipse in death and pain with electric nephilim. My hellspawned housemate screamed pain upon me earlier, wanting to nap the death of dreams, now jaunted to whatever dead-souls club the lost and unburied frequent in search of a new lay-me lullaby, hoping to offset the onset of the pater noster final rights. I glance from the ink my pen bleeds in artistic agony, to the tormented dreams of Howard P Lovecraft, set in sci-fi typeset between Heinlein's outworldliness and the drugged psychodrama that John Shirley plays on my knowledge tree, where the hell-stereo sits, brooding and biding the coming of...

Underneath a Forgotten Bridge
The sand here is not flat and smoothe,
Is not Saharan, golden-blown and burning,
It has shoe treads and leaves,
    branches and fast food debris,
To mark a thousand juvenile trysts.

The pillars here are not mossy, decrepid trees,
Are not Victorian, proud-standing and ancient,
They stand straight, angular, cemented and stark,
    They whisper ghostly tales in spray-painted arts,
The marks of a thousand juvenile lives.

The brook here is not silent or stagnant,
Is not swamp runoff, a mosquito hive,
It flows gently and scientifically,
    Ancient wisdom it grants aquatically.
The jovial remembrance of juvenile earth.