Monday, September 6, 2010

Empty slaughter

Frail moment at the beat

Pinch of the heart

Half seconds long

Short of breath

Run and scatter

Emptiness the cow slaughter

Pouring out liquid cornstarch

Each wound

Together

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Culvert-lyrics

I can not culvert into the world
Stuck inside a flood about to overflow
Into a space unknown
A king of backwash I'll overflow
It doesn't matter now
The rush pushes me down
Toward the dark I see so often
Across my knees I bend
At my needs of panic
And fear when I can not transform
Into a human being
Of attraction or affection
Or anything un-empty
I can not pull myself out
the backwash deformity

State of borderline flatline
Blue skyline dry grass against the hillside
Bland cornflakes in nonfat milk in a cereal-bowl
Static gone clear on the television tube
Doctor forget to call on the cellular telephone
Pills go empty from the pill bottles
Circular movement array teeter-totter
Convulsants erratic dancing unwanted
That is the end ,sorry no story intended