In honor of one recently fallen, may you have found the peace you searched for in life.
Twitch, twitch again. Twitch, twitch again. Fumbled up the crack back, didn’t do it right, left loose diamonds pooled in starlight. Chewing on white whales of smoke, dense enough to consume morals and hope. There’s no platitudes to offer, if you’ve been inhaling at the holy altar, just bow your head low for new atonement, merciful gods appear if you stay to own it.. Twitch, twitch again. Twitch, twitch again. Ceaseless movement all around, darkness clutters so shapely where beasts abound, nightmare creatures from shadows are made, do what you can though you can’t be saved. There are monster deeper then mind or skin, you called them forth hoping to let them in. Twitch, twitch again. Twitch, twitch again. Begging for slumber at the end of 10-days, get along now sanity we’re deep in this haze. A misbegotten attempt at revival, turned the mysteries of the past into present survival. Let lessons be taught in the way that they are. Sick and gasping looking for the end not so far. Twitch, twitch again. Twitch, twitch again. Never again, he said. never again….
Hat trick pony across the line, shepherded wisdom you felt was fine. Triumph and fall away don’t presume your sacrilegious idolatry on me. Priming pumps at the Chaos Madcap shoplifting tears having a panic attack. Raze the Earth come all blue destination choke back for our school. Anti-hero rapture chord in flight pulled on so loosely now cinched up tight. Bargaining with soul to sell minister no more hearts and regrets in hell. Hardcore stomps and tromps on you confinement time in a human zoo. We’ve got no more noise but slaves to quell freedom squandered, no one spent it well.
Supple supplicants, their lips all red in hue, bound down to sultry appetites so rigid and so few. Clasping tight a night bound pen, it’s nub a point of twilight glen. We never got beyond this spot, where shear cast moons broke down to stars, eternities gates and Pandora’s box. We never got so far, As to chase the mystic rabbits beyond, Seek out the mystery the hold, Ones for the tykes–the other the bold. Feeling tracks into the ether, Its nebulous now this fucking thief named Peter, We’ll tie him down in briar hot, Filled with thorns and a boiling pot. Unlace his skin again, Drunk full of life and his lovely sin.
Note: having a bit of a manic weird day when writing this one. -S