Man In The Radiator

  Devoured  Tell me That you hear it too, The infernal clicking and shifting  Of our cosmic gears Movement of broken, time-seeping limbs  Crucified on the circulating primordial clock Counting down, And snuffing out the light left  Dazzling through our veins, Marking the glorious and overdue end To this failed age of man.  Is it just me?  Feeling the shadowed caress  Bony, creaking fingers emerging from nothingness Digging into our shared exit wounds  Closing in on our rope-burned necks. Life is leaving you, I feel it  Screaming its way to me Through every night Summoning some form of mutual cataclysm While my head slips off your spine, Your eyes liquefy in my sockets  As our tied-together tongues coil and snap  Into shrapnel,  And your kisses painfully depart  The bloodied canyons  Dismantling the landscape of my wrists, I know you can feel it too,  Sorrow has our house.  - Now in the shining hollownes...

  Untitled Sickness The Sickness is Building  - I yearn to be nocturnal  To shift into a disembodied ending Scrawling my epitaph  Into the night’s domed vacuum  Of birthing unclean stars. Dying, reforming, dissolving,  Forcing cosmic legs to part For the heaving ugly extraction, The creation of  My pained entanglement of dreams Ready to flood my insomniac skull.  I want to watch with eyes peeled back  As my last, meager grasp on reality  Ruptures and oozes away Ushering me,  Naked and protoplasmic, Into the new fleshless, Formless melody Of my atonal final song.  I want to shred away this ashen skin  Siphon out my chemical disease  And every reeking, malodorous prescription  Laying waste to my bloodstream, Uncovering a new shattered wavelength of apathetic force Tunneling out my brain.  Take my unjustly corporeal Razor-highway body  And reduce it to wailing uselessness, Now absolute and vestigial I’m le...

  Unclean Sinking into the vortex of my bed The ritual of mud piling up  Floor flowering and crackling open  Like a third-degree burn Sacrificial dolls and mangled puppets With their heads smashed, eyes replaced with slivers  Of empty light, Clutching tarnished mementos, Worthless, hollow keepsakes; Crumpled bus tickets  Pools of ruined mascara  Smeared across matted, burnt stuffed animals  Fragments of my skull Embedded in the holy mortar Holding up the bombed-out pulpit Where we stripped each other of time  And I drank deep the cracked chalice,  Caked with your serotonin-scented lipstick  The divine dismantling, Our marriage to each other’s  Lonely descent.  Ancient serpentine symbols regurgitate A flow of anatomical rearrangements  Memories cast in amethyst furnaces Rekindled into a carrion army Carving out bygone pictures of you  Out from my waxen epitaph Fading pitifully At the bottom of the world. I still feel y...