tidalMother of pearl eyes lookAt you, dear sirShell-less and nakedClammed through withSalt waterIf one fallsThe whole ocean will come too
final stopThankless nightSpent the last of myMoney on my failed transmissionThis and last month's water billMinimum payment on three credit cardsBut shit, money is nothingI've been unhappy so long-The moon is really gleaming tonightLike, I don't think I have seen itThis damn bright in yearsThe road is clear and the viewIs beautifulSo fucking beautifulWhen I drive over the pavement markersIt kind of sounds like a trainRattling over tracksSounds like I managed toCatch the last train homeAnd then I let my car derail...
daily grindDisposable peopleToss inkless pensLifelong serviceOn rotating shiftsPay day endsDue date beginsFan me, slaveYes, master
LoomThese pieces sewn togetherBy my hand entwinedFragments of knowledgePatches still bare and poorly stitchedGood and bad qualityThis warm, threadbare blanketBut how was I supposed to knowThe truth
benedictiona town that smallgets ants in their bloodlike the devil put its handon their shoulderand whispered
party pig / marrano muertoen el ranchome tapé los oídos.manchas de sangre corrianen la placitadonde el cerdo atadocolgaba de los piesgoteando. tomo dos balazosy la garganta degolladapara matar el cerdo.nunca olvidaréaquel grito.-----------------------on the ranchI covered my ears.blood stains streakedthe courtyardwhere the bound swinehung from its feet,draining.it took two gunshotsand a slit throatto kill the pig.I'll never forgetthat scream.
don't forget to wash your hands on the way outshoe prints on wet tilesit's definitely the smellof baby shitthe talcum powder scentlining thegrout with urine and toilet watermight as well take a chanceand piss outside
Bukowski's on my nightstandgetting blackout drunk atparties or real fistfights where I left a bruise like a purple sunof the gut of some nameless------fuckeror when I tried a cigarette inan abandoned house for thefirst time when I cussed out my rival I knew I wasn't hardthe real pain of magicwas when the adultsweren't watching I'd go to sleep andthinkwho I'd be tomorrowand not do it
route 66deep in the desertof enchantmentthe bosque caughtfire and createdthe smoke miragea djinn came outof the red sand
On strengthA sunlit cobweb -only the spider knows how many times it broke
It's okay to be differentFitting in's a trap:they put you inside the box,and then close the lid.
.what doesn't kill youcomes back with something strongerto finish the job
.i'll keep you locked upin my house made of bonesbaby, stay with me
.i take my spoon, crackthe sky like a creme brûléeand the light flows out
Static Apneaeach time you leave,a darker shade of bluewashes over me and I stay still, willing to learn how to breathe underwater.
Katuatagoing out with herwas like World War One, exceptit was over by Christmas
.i wanted to bathein fire; for the amber tonguesto lick me clean, pure
.listen to your heart;it is the one that knows bestof the inner dark
on BeingThey say sell yourself,but don't brag and be humble.Why be anything?