Saturday, March 14, 2015

lit alone

the world is
falling                                   apart
around me.
the pukes are                        puking.
the fucks are                        fucking.
the design             is in             time
                  with      the            static
    and       the    souls    are    erratic
absorbed into,  drawn into,    alone.


it is as it is another day another drag

it is as it is
                  another day
                                      another drag

it is
       as it
               is
a blanket of neurosis.
psychotic, symptomatic.
there are too many ants in the anthill.
              hallow.
 it is as it is

the current is the future.  the future is past.
drink me dying
drink my dying
this is the future.
the future is bleak.
merry fucking christmas.

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