iridescent sustenance

[iridescent sustenance]


[nightwatchman]

fifty seven faces
fifty seven faces
your code is invalid
you speak in the tounges of infidels
your code is inailiable
your code is invalid
bleeding quartz eyesockets
pushed holes into the liquid crystal
you speak in the tounges of infidels

[flat accidental]

mauve concubine
encompass the concubine
because the plants saw in between the cracks of this great web of lies
why must they burn so slowly
in the magnification of this glass
your code is inailiable
your code is invalid
fifteen metatarcels shattered
in the magnification of this glass
forgotten, unheard
left out to dry
where i wait
stuck outside of time
gesticulate, throw the first stone
grass stains on your eyes
cast this light on my unshamed head
lasting this final moment
all covered in a layer of dust
cough up the final copy
and spit upon the draft
left it all out
with the structural defect
confess this hunger
this hunger for lust
of a thousand different shakespeares
impaled on burning flames of forgotten lore
covered in a layer of dust

[lead defacto]

i saw all their faces
begging to be lost
dying intraveniously
their matters scrambled
covered in a layer of dust
left forgotten, fell behind
in this ancient plastic garden
opiate gas seeps in through the air ducts
ringeng bells
screaming children
i forgot the taste
whats that smell
i was brought up
in the tumbling of this weed
A THOUSAND DIFFERENT LIGHTS, EVISCERATED
MASTICATED LEDGER OF THE BROKEN AMP
you can taste
the liesons on my skin
they are carbonated in compasition
taste the peeling of my eye
ringeng bells
screaming children
i forgot the taste
whats that smell

[wristbanded over the swing-set]

ectoplasmic voids fill the hole in the bullseyed fountain
for ambidexterous are the waves that found my home
i was lost but need no saving
pushing against the tide
the sound's fruictose lantern
causing disturbences breaking windows
preambulation is not the one course of action, retorted the general
never was i so caught up
but always was i lost
away from the bullhorn
its vastness caverned
like a cataract in my pupil
a splinter in this nail
lumbering toward me
its screen read "insert credit"
as the theatre burned down
yet this suffered tiger still wears no clothes
its pores inflaming the once-loud cannons
overbearing nuicance whispers "this is for never"

THE GRAVE OF CARTER WINCES AT THE THOUGHT THE CADAVER BROUGHT OUT OF THE BROKEN BURNING WAIST-ROCKETING TOWARD THIS MULTI-SPECTRAL NUICANSE AS TIME FLYING BY CUTS ME INTO PIECES

[greetings kommisar, i have your key]

after-hour trenchcoat is burning on the scene.
shread the comb's teeth embedded crystal sheen
reiderated
reiderated
fire burns movements into pliebian guardians
so petty are the leafs
poisen tasters fall in a circle fashion

[soapbox cartel]

landfill cowers in between the earshot replica
stuck in a junction, burning
white on blue tacets spinning through the hallway
steam trips you and it said "its too late now"
spotlight frightens even the most jaded ruin
hurry on now, hurry on now
it burns a pink flame
striking even the most jaded ruin
wrong side anticlimactic
paper wing flying down the dark brick cavern
it said "ich will zu danken hellmacher fur meine kuchen hause"
"and this rose is not without its thorns"
"vor mein radio ist kaputt, und ich bin eine jelly donut"
HURRY
HURRY
HURRY
HURRY
disguised as a lamp without a cord
i can see through it
disguised as a lamp without a cord
i can see through it
low blow, strike
disguised as a lamp without a cord
i can see through it
low blow, strike
disguised as a lamp without a cord
i can see through it
low blow, strike
HURRY
HURRY
HURRY
HURRY
(like an iridescent sustenance, glowing with fetal ruins)

[faceplate concubine]

jet-lagging deafaning falling darkness
and the ground welcomes me
down into the stream of flying-
hard to see
eviscerated ocular
painted this stable bright red
oscillatory breathing jet-lagging
lampoon this morale for it was compramised
sheared jet engine in the hanger burned
on my face
the ground welcomes me
and i need to familiarize myself with this peculiar destination

[thorn]

i can still remember the colors
exploding into the sky covered in paint speckles
not to worry
it dissapeared
unfamiliarity
reality bent by simple mechanics
if only i could remember
the pin pricks in my mouth
as i slowly emerged
from the comatose tomb
all because i forgot to breathe

[screen burn-in]

a resonant thud
causing dull pain
i should have known
too many colors
but only for ten seconds

[tan 747]

have you waited out the days in which you waste
counting on your hands lacking compassion
they robbed you of your face
as they danced with rope-burn caress

they waited for your neck to break
disguised as a perscription for euthinasia
the sky disembarked from drydock
struck down with machine prescision

the concubine disintigrated
disguised as a running joke
(the straw that broke your back)
chivalry judge the judge
(did you build rome in a day)

(rope burns incindiary caress)
the crane's neck fell from the sky
(engulfed you in flames)
and your face was stolen
(the straw that broke your back)
they escaped with the final copy
(fidgiting in machine compression)
the final copy was the rough draft
(did I build rome in a day?)


[I am with the Pinpricks]

my face is broken
as i wake into darkness
noise can be heard
fell to the belt's carress
impacted on familiar ground
the many faces i see
it all makes sense
where is this darkness
my pain seems so distant
a million miles away
reality spilling in
my choking is without witnesses
i forgot to hold on
and this is the price to pay
a purple light fills the room
and i am laying upon the floor
crimson covers my face no longer
i am bleeding from the
is your mouth with the pinpricks
can you hear me at all

[nightwatchman]

quinquaginta septem visio quinquaginta septem visio vestri code est irritus vos narro in lingua of proditio vestri code est inailiable vestri code est irritus crudus vicus oculus sockets pulsus foramen in liquidus crystal vos narro in lingua of proditio