Blood screaming for a living
& for all else
Letting sudden silver sucking
breath tapering
I hereby profess the lunatic
hack me now
–LM
AUTHORS NOTE: Inspired by the Northman
Blood screaming for a living
& for all else
Letting sudden silver sucking
breath tapering
I hereby profess the lunatic
hack me now
–LM
AUTHORS NOTE: Inspired by the Northman
J’adore a good sense of humor, especially tar black & dry as sandpaper. Make me laugh in bone rattles.
You came upon me like a nuclear bomb the shock was radioactive. Now I’m reactive. My semantics are dithyrambic. We’re smoking Pink Lemonade, with which we can touch the sky. I’d love to see your scars pointed out, knowing no amount of bitter will smooth them out.
I know where your fear of heights dissolved
and it’s not so difficult to reconcile. Gift me your voice.
It’s dust once you realized
you had wings
We need A.I. to write our plot
–LM
Freedom is just a street name
everybody is only supposed to live on it
& be pleased
with the intimation
The jungle we’re allowed
is concrete & graffiti’d green
lost like millennial children
they’re both overgrown
all unraveling
these scars
on my hands were intentional
one is a testament
to my grandfather’s sitting chair
blue like Breaking Bad methamphetamine
but drenched in scent
his shaving brush
whisked away
–LM
I’ll expose
my throat
let me have it
Lessee if your fame will match it
if you can stomach black magick
I’ve seen it a thousand times
There are no compromises here
unbeknownst to the uppercase
trending instagram worthy faces
with terrible transitional filters
this isn’t Twitter or TikTok
there’s 4chan gore
between my mattress & the frame
I’m skating by with
a blacklight
revealing the rot
under
neath
–LM
charred; deliciously carcinogenic
for the tease of acrylamide
I think I can
I think I can
hitch a ride with the cops
tasting aluminum & soap
dropping dimes for a lawyer
the thinnest layer
of withering skin
dormant
I’ll never know you
I can only be grateful
for the experience
–LM
on hiatus. it is my hypnotist’s wish.
[do not reassemble
the picture is unremarkable]
Cauterize the wound
of an imperfect body
then
watch & wait for the moments
the sickness bleeds
into my personality
I’m satisfied none
–LM
One of the last survivors on planet Earth, losing my legs to the ethereal. Shutting my mouth so you speak, bored to bacon bits with the routine.
I understand in darkest moments why the people you trust hide grenades in mental lockers. Only the best pull the pin for others. Duck & cover. Whisking away their gifts in an emergency kit. Waiting for an inevitable result.
I suffocate my need for confrontation. Tracking where you fall short like reading your internet history. Everyone knows you’re a slave to your senses. I couldn’t care less. They pull all our strings beautifully & beauty is timeless.
–LM
Why does everyone I love
yearn to become
someone else?
Forfeit the walk-away
lay your head
on my thighs,
close your eyes
& sleep,
anyway/if it’ll help
The dream you have of yourself
where you conquer this world,
was never fictitious, nor over
across the abyss of dark matter
tuning your light
to human chords
–LM
Glassed over an’ fixated my gaze can’t traipse after your fine act, can’t blindly pause this obsession, incensed into hysterics from droll mistakes shortstopped by a smartphone. I’m always on standby. You keep me busy. I’ll try to make this worthwhile.
Technology is our lifeline doubling as my supple noose. Pull the lever, I’m falling up, anyhow; I make love with my executioner. He showed me how to die. It was the last thrill of my life.
I befell him multiple times, always a random character build. Singing gold bird box on the mantle, gothic tortoiseshell and porcelain worth a fucking fortune. Somewhere between reliance and reliability like caring for a useful antique —>
more & more I’m too close now
to tolerate being a moment too late
–LM
The light is too perfect,
& I’ve lost days and nights
searching for you
the finest conclusion
is finding you’re not an illusion
my Yarborough
the mind loses itself in
replicating soundless
rhetoric twenty-four/seven
reading nuclear waste phrases
roosting in hostile architecture
sipping paint
& toxic water
I didn’t need to see the bomb
to know the effects of its radiation
I did not have to see you
to fall in love with your focus
–LM
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