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DEATH ASCENDS

the vast amount of nothing said and better yet the least amount of words to say it speaks a


language i never understood beneath the summer sun's lightly drifftt the silences within to


many complex sentences to count beneath the summer sun's heavy heat hot as the touch


to gold drops dripping at the liquid thought of revolutions round house eternal towered


stairset counting stairs then for stars then for drifffttting off nodding yes sir thank you yes


ma'am no problem shake hands wash your pants somewhere there is and somewhere it was


we went and somehow it just wasn't again but boy did it hurt, it did, couldn't lie to spit roast


the burnt turkey leg crutched beneath the summer sun for gnomes home grown temple leaf


broken heart bleeds golden dripping drops from blacknesses ingrown toenail cut boy it twas


a fight it twas dig in beneath the skin deeper than a dead mans skeleton bones for smokin


roses petalled toss and twirl stepped on probably more than twice heel toe heel toe side to


side drriifffftttttttin in the midair toss and crack the batch for the crystal's glow mirror broke


at the sight of the sonnet from the drip gold ink writing blasphemy beneath summer's burn


hotter than a hell curse and smoking on the course and can we just say goddamn to deaths


fucking voice and crucial the position of the standing death's two headed serpentine tongue


a true snake's real fangs leave marks one for every chakra blown one for everyone who does


go and go and go and one for the bitter most goodbye slit throat would have died if i tried


twice which side is which and the stories they listen when i speak and when they speak i am


one to believe never a second question beneath the summer's sun blistering shoulders thick


skin shirtless lifting concrete broken from sidewalks longer drifting foot walking for the sweat


of an armpit licked i apologized for it we were tripped kissed the goat and tipped my hat to


her mom at the exit hallway glimmer and ribbon throw caught on fire when i sought to burn


and burn and burn, fearlessness or ignorance or complete disregard for happenstance was it


trusted lips to kiss and be drifting off beneath another summer's sun somewhere else with


someone who it was ive never known where it went i wouldnt know how to swim i barely float


sinking piss in the basement of my brothers home on acid for the first time looking spiro for


spiral of two cokes and when happened then i couldnt explain because i dont remember it


all i remember then standing on the ledge of the precipice with outstretched hand for winds


listening to M83 on headphones with wilkie face deep carpetted sitting on the driveway after


smoking cigs and building firepits to smoke from homemade pipes til somewhere there the


thing was smoking something more plastic more fantastic more blasted i havent seen one be


never met a man like me on the way to complete nothing never met a more fleeting thought


a mere mortal whom doth thou speak of when thy tongue trips for consciousness and what it


is where have we been what were you thinking I'm being honest because I'm looking for just


one excuse but it doesn't exist and to all the written manuscripts I couldn't begin to explain


they just happen like time just marches on like burning trees with arms for palms giving alms


and liquid lunch church bells ring out beneath summer's beating sun like whiplashed necks


for crashed cars everytime everyone sleeping so i move on and on and on and when was it


that I thought i knew something when was it that i tried to show thee the gold dripping for


a bleeding heart, to eat your last, and follow then, white rabbit, plucked strings from guitar


practice what for and for when and for whom and for what did it have to happen for im away


im just far far away from what something is and further than what you thought it was better


never guessed a more rotten john i remember on the job grooving block before i could walk


i remember being caught and i remember laughing it off and i remember every second hand


death walks with no man for no promises i swear it hurt for time well spent for whom justice

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