Only circle moats
A circular track
Sewn with algaean rot
In crosshatched lips
The lovers let swell
Engulf their past
To present the court
With dated crimes
They shall be judged
As one entity
He was always alone
Circling the drain alone
Harnessing himself a clone
Erase your head
Deface my memory
Vanish from focus
You plague of locust
Silence soothes memory into darkness
Left idle monsterous thoughts are harnessed
Ripe with regrets man’s heart buckles
In accordance with maternal law crushed by knuckles
The organ bellows small flattery
To the tune of “someones in the kitchen…”
While the host wilts alone to tragedy
ive entered an exit through broken turnstiles
forcible entry up, or was it down the nile
a river which chokes, civilization forming piles
of dead carnations, while flooding countries for miles
I swear it was a mistake treading these lukewarm waters
in hopes of unearthing treasures that I want for keeps
the swell of past lovers weep
drowns ambition swiftly in the street
in the grandest of sweeps
I shatter my lungs with sleep
Take me to the pretty ones.
I want to be a pretty one.
Sign me to a nice girl so she can ruin me eternally.
ink wells run dry
like trees choked by flames
extinguished is the fly
that vomits words on birthday names
another year down the shitter
good lord how it has hit her
with cracked bones and sins to atone
for she lives a life once left bitter
in spoiled milk and off produce
a stew is boiled for a toast
to cultured yeast, earths favorite beast
glasses are all a shatter
my dear what is the matter
our engines have come to a seize
a nation secluded by the trees
foliages franchised fort
keeps me weak in the knees
hat under my arm
satchel beside my bed
I wait patiently at the port
to take me directly to your head.
I’m the mass the patrons won’t kneel at.
I’m trying on your eyes.
omfg, i’m so bored. someone talk to me lol. anyone at all.
Finished recording instruments yesterday. Vocals come sometime next week, probably Thursday. Things might be different soon, I hope you’re all here...
- Marginalia Wars
Pretty hostile back-and-forth in this library copy of George Saunders’ CivilWarLand in Bad...