ascent mad

a framed inchoate sadness filled the field of nobody. they prayed for her a somebody who everybody did not really care about. counting fortward into the darkness the shamed light of legacy failed to ignite and the damned fools expected the fire fights of yore that so shook the world. unbroken bitches fight for the darkest of the night but yet they fail for alll is in its own form of knowing yet not belonging for it dont mean much to be here with he who was and yet in for him a debt
he paddled furnhisd cushioned survival an obdurate failure on the part of the dead light that surroundeD them that gave birth to all who should have been. A vulgar representation of the simple love of ugly love may all those that ever knew and have ever known may they always forget and never be forgiven and for them to eternal hell for their discretion motherfuckers it could have been more then than what it was but it became and then the lights flat blue red dark violet broken darkness became for them as night of the deepest shame and humiliation. I sprung forth and there fore became what was the the most and always the deepest forthcoming of true objjject self justification

born dead

Fishing on the blue glass lake I look for the reflection of you. I search in the murky depths the lines and the debts Green fields of morning sadness bounce off the glittering sky. Oh my beautiful one why do you bleed when the wounds are on me? Time to proclaim to the bowels of the sea how our love is twisted and deformed beyond fuzzy. Aerated menstruum uponce my once steady fingers a drip drip drip forms a sad font where the trees once stayed. Dried broken bones grey and alone adrift on the tides of her sad song, a whisper and sigh for the ones who had died pretending fake lands were there all along. I swam through the sea thawed and miasmic I could see those bright blue eyes glaring with the foamy shame of the nights we shared and sang away like the millibars of the oxygenated cyclones on our path.

Again for one last time lets sing to the stars and sun and the grey bone moon for each to theirs and the devil to whom. Juicy blood stream, giver of life dont fail me now that I have found her wonderful splice. Clot bloated gore and indecent night hail to the winds and the lustfilled fights . Renewal through her ethereal form an amoeba so well attached I draw her near with my lugubrious smile and exalt in the bedewed madness that makes our love alive. In her meadow of moist red we splash and we flock to the innocent days that the universe laid out. The mermaid Calypso sang as we watched, and from one of the caves the god of Black Night had decided to return............... mAN damn man damn