a stain in the mail.

 the local paper got his name wrong

most bar the keen skipped the page

in the flow of everyday slog

owning to the deficit minus percentage

in account for a waste of potential, probation

strike the tab awash with the struggle

good men ARE sent to war afterall.

make no haste for plans are hardly complete in thoughts easily taken

to feed the meat grinder that fattens the fire

of ambition, assumed lunacy perpendicular to taking sides

us against the enemy, united, jointed at the chained wrists

'this cannot be happening to me'

ever tighten, like a first love, suplicant and naive. criss-cross overlapping

a mistake to lie.

recognize the status of emergency. straight for the egress.

hand in hand dodge the falling timber, ignore the cries in alarm

far from a soft blow, picture brain and bone mesh

in a non gentle stew soupy mixture, vomit inducing

should cannibalism hold the vampiric proprieties of immortality

all hell shall be unleashed when we get to know

and the unfolded zombie apocalypse realized.

they found you: run for your life. 

hunger

the commital to tear flesh from the bone

off the sacred sacrifice and become satisfied with sated breath

held in holy memory to those buried under the hurricane

rushing towards open windows, annihilation knocking at the door

moaning 'bout it so unbecoming and quite frankly, uncivilized

monkey see monkey do, as speech impairdement have me at a lose

condeemed to be dead, for the dead unloved, for the living labour

break you fool, bend to tune of the zombie dance

is the season for shattered bones and mirages

beaty blossoms in heat 

it appears to me such a tragedy

once the drop occurs

the leave does not penetrate the ground

to reach the other side of gravity

elevated upsite down, surely

for the chaos has to be accidental

and the knock-on effect unplanned, unfortunate, unrelenting

steadfast to hope so you may too try to belong to the other side friend.

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mutiny, fires adrift

this raft was doomed to the sea

a misfire propelled from desperation

faced upon a bullet and a threat to life

prayers alone cannot save us all

for the ocean cares little for whose bones

shape and age alike they are embraced to the depths

united at once to feed the fishes, back to the cycle that betrays

stealing breath and regaining land from the ground

they make a mockery of our costumes

I reach for the pillow to better smoother and be put to sleep

so them may share in the bliss of silence

spared the troubles of mispeaking, the harm lengths unbound

frail minds tick a tad wider and the mind crashes, caving in

pouring out blurs of reason, a massacre to the senses

infections that demand a pronounced painkiller

be it coke or caffeine, a fix-me-up before I wake up ready to face another day

numb to the struggle, nodding to let the dust adrift 'till it is all over.

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I have contracted sin

I have enough to spare, 

have a taste and grill alongside me,

if I tell the truth they distort it

they weaponize it against me

bourne reached, implode

the very last song I will sing

will be for a hand to reach out

a contraction that denies

fleeting, I hope my tome of fire

confined to the halls we learnt from

 do you not understand the camera lies?

so go ahead: smile as you take a bite

leave a hand behind you lose all control

in it I hold the antidote

the thought alone confort

despite the moral panic that walks besides

the crush of bone,

the sight and nerve

of being devoured semi-whole.

does everybody share this disease?

a bath of crushed flowers consumed alive

in this batch we testify what ails and laments

protest louder

prod, twist, ban

perk up from a swift nap

hashtag 'at least there was hope'

confirming the span and timer

the framework we came to waste

upon the rot of a silly defecated cadaver

stinking the goddamm space.

the wrong shade of white

discoloured bottles disconnect agony

from pain as we try to get better

days fly by-a-bye carelessly

disfigurative memory construct me a bridge

to navigate this ocean of hands in the push and pull

the core of the question does not translate in my mother tongue

I remain a dirty imigrant and my status paralyzes my actions

for I drown in the excuses lent to me and therefore I feel bitter

as I lean, coasting with padded breath towards my conceived brothers in arms

the antidote is just so dull and bitter on the tongue

chop off the script the fucked up bits off TV and that just might be hella' entertaining

as long as it does not imitate me.

true defience is holding truth in silence because violence has me awash with shame;

a nerve made plain, ashore and on display

second best and in compare

half-whole, shared soul

bound to turn sour in sinister

insidious ways, walking calm

collected, impending felt

doom: like children, heard, never seen

a tale given a tall spin

to cast a spell and dart the darker times

asunder, on the lap of the elder storyteller

for he had kind eyes and a gentle voice

and just about all that will suffice in my time of need. 

flea, flee, fleeced: (a different colour indeed) free

compost grants rebirth from seed to bloom

so you too can rise up from being let down slowly

may hope amper your fall

sympathy can mend what time shall restore

if we hang shoulder to shoulder mayhap we shan't feel as lonely

certainly not lost to ones that mean us harm

in band we throw at the warm ashes what occurred ages ago,

cheap trills off games that soon consume what we can barely afford

to abdicate willingly, fool those that cannot spare a tribute or sin likewise

to be stolen and taken forcefully in time of need

the timer is set at the resolute hour of confrontation

bound to meet personalities rather challenging

if not past the alkaline, the silver in the mirror

cuts loose the illusion provoked by drink

instigated by futile desire

aging hands cannot forever contain

a child innocence in a basket

protected from all the nasty shit about and around,

truly I should get a puppy for confort but I am so darn childish.

full of blood, shit and cum.

even the tab townkeeper,

pawned my past and spent the coin

it did not take long.

limited vision, blurry

given the weary weather it is

mere luck we can afford to commit,

the very same mistake that soon lead us to our grave.

whoever been keeping score

was a poor mathematician,

can hardly afford to recall

no time to whine about,

shan't regress further

let us roam this ghost town anew,

a saint in paradise won't tell on us.

brackets cannot contain

nor repurpose the merit we atribute someone

who draws close, closer perhaps

or so we hope,

the link and bounds we bind ourseves with

are truly magical:

alive and at that 

second best

stepped on shit 

cursed the sky

I meant well I guess

inhibit malice on the weekend

bend the bother otherwise

we live in torment

we live in hell,

folder inspected

hands behind my back

on trial: get it? get it?

have you tried pressing retry?

a new leader, decapitaded otherwise,

buried alive before his spirit rottens.

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another stranger crossed your bed

back turned to the dividing paint

'best be on my way out'

words can break silence

in such malicious ways

spilling what once was fortitude

all over the murky floor,

a rug with broken edges

hands outstretched towards the being

we imagined we saw in you

coming true in need ever dumb

save a prayer up above me.