Month: May 2014

  • The Rebirth of Mothra

    as the daylight lengthens its tendrils
    into what was once icy cold of night
    our skin slowly peels and recycles
    in hopes of a better you stepping off
    the sidewalk and into an expensive
    price tag of industrialized machinery
    wheels peeling off the face
    to reveal a rainbow of spectrum
    exploding from its central origins
    the smoke coming into the lungs
    diffusing its particles into the
    blood of another crying dog
    hungry for food
    its 6:00am
    wake up
    or rather lay back down
    close your eyes
    forget about whatever this all was supposed to be
    but now just is
    as is
    is a word of insignificance
    so are we
    throwing ourselves
    against the golden thrones
    of random luck and ingenuity
    in this particular parallel universe
    with one constant free
    but complicated
    lustful
    vengeful
    bigoted
    isolated
    violated
    love you
    love you
    love

    to just say something for once
    my mother once slept with her sun glasses on
    oh wait that was every day of my life
    while life happened all around
    the brain stewing for simple answers
    simple storylines
    romantic trash novels
    read allowed on the international space station
    it is a lonely place
    that space
    i tell ya
    ladies and gentleman
    we are here
    tonight
    and only tonight
    before the sun crashes into
    the earth
    after mish mashing the moon
    into volcanic
    particulates
    like waves of cold pacific oceans
    its dark secrets
    what do they hold
    nothing close to history
    millions of years
    of infidelity
    we have been cheated on
    by the ideas of our Gods
    their truth used like the pen
    as a sword
    billowing thru the human consciousness
    becoming idealized
    patriotic idiot
    machines
    sitting in the background
    scenes
    reading their phones
    their words
    they mean so much
    they mean so much
    these words
    and then its sent to
    the public
    for judgement
    judge well
    prejudice well
    or say not
    a thing
    because nothing
    matters more
    than the jury
    over the justice
    closing eyes
    the wind
    blows my eyelids
    to activity
    and REM
    takes
    over