Extinction Level Event (Ask Your Parents)

 

Is god real?

i painted a skull on my face using Pat McGrath’s Sublime Skin Highlighting trio 

it was a divine coincidence 

My living quarters and existence 

Were that of a poverty-stricken gorilla caged at a zoo

 

the same beggary my teeth hold at night 

A meteorite could hit me 

I’d drink tea and my grin would turn to glass

Then finally I’d shatter across the globe

 

Why run from disapointment

when you can throw yourself to the tsunami

DIE IN MY ARMS 

 

if i were to lean in close and whisper in his ear

i’d say, “You forget

you don’t have to lie anymore 

’cause you’re an adult 

 

 

Feudal Mutations & Meditations

 

At the very least 

music offers 

some of the freedoms 

I have left 

 

At the very least 

bits and pieces 

of my own mind

 

Remnants of a liquid 

left in a container 

together 

 

with any sediment 

or grounds

 

 

Oh, to give myself to a black hole

 

Evil won’t ever forget you once you welcome it into your home 

It Blushes in the dark 

I Disavow my most unwanted part of self 

I, danger 

 

I’m Really excited to show you who i am deep down inside 

 

My language faints 

Maybe you can catch it, who knows 

it’s foreign to you, yet you feel it 

in The gravity

that causes a single tear to fall

And trickle own your tender bitter cheek 

It’s precious to behold 

 

when i dream, i have power 

and stray from evil’s poison 

deep behind my eyes:

Two blissful 

black black holes

You look in me as countless worlds arise 

suddenly I am responsible for them all

 

But in a good dream i don’t have to care,

So goodnight

 

in sleep i can at least hire someone else 

To be alone for me 

To be awake 

To swim on the edges of another’s long deep gash

 

In our eyes 

Many dimensions of time and space recline

An odalisque in confident attraction 

To what is truly yours:

The language god gave you

To always speak in true love 

an emissary of another’s universe into your arms 

 

Oh how i beg when i find an instant i cannot keep:

“Say It is so”

“God, please do not betray me once again”

but those unrelenting anxieties 

Of wasted time and trust 

in one’s society 

Something pure and colonial 

Annexed part of my soul 

Like an analog radio dial stuck between two stations