Devil's Food

its like i saw the beautiful face of grief

in the naked image of the mirror

found solace over worn out shoes

with caked courage smeared on red bottoms

like velvet for footsteps 

and fork-teeth for footprints, 

a layer of arrogance covering

my sugar coated flesh

like salt on slave wounds

an X across my back 

raspberry blood drippings stain my ancestors

devouring another slice 

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(Brothers)

a piano with blood keys

blistering thy fingerprint 

like fire eating wood rings

a pastel tokyo resembling afghanistan

the oblivious disciple ruling over 

knights armoured guards kings queens

day and night

whilst badgers weep 

he spots a poor man - creep

unworthy of bread crumbs  

as if he has no torso 

share thy ribs with twin 

for so he wouldn't be king 

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Animals

A cause would cause change within

This cracked hourglass of echoes

From September's Children 

Screaming everyday and every year

A millennium approaches 

With every swift step

A cause would cause change within

This fucked up mind where 

The live can't live 

And must bow down, forgive... 

Like dogs, they'll survive 

From sunset, an epiphany 

Of joyous equality 

Deserves to stay in the penumbral

Yet a sunrise is picket signs 

Murderers and shouts from "Heaven"

That God hates fags?

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Armistice

just as smudge on teeth 

a Black with blue eye 

condemned to fuzz on peach.

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Solo. Duo.

Acid splatters against walls 
Made of straw like brains 
Brains cover these 
Walls made of straw 
Brains expand and stick 
Like the result of bewildered 12 gauge


Not one, I, two,


I crave the terrific hold of your bare skin 
Forced (without sin) 
The night turns grey 
Shouts from beneath my pillow 
A love like rain 
Useless words making impact 
Pouring like poetry, 
Coming down, 
Saliva drips from chin 
Mixes with thyself, I killed for,
The taste of heat and solid wealth 


Spine on a plate 
Eat the only support I have 


Therefore, I, hate,




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