A Sleep

The shining line screams a melody of neon rainbow light, in pairs of the starkest contrasts; black-white, violet-pink, brown-beach, blue-...red? They radiate too far outwards, towards my field of view, invading the corneas of my tired eyes, penetrating my soul with a blinding radiance of happy feels and blissful tears... why am I sobbing?

So I stroll along the sidewalk in the most fuck-all way, lips bursting open into a sparkling grin, boasting the privilege of having wide... teeth? I mean, sparkling teeth, wide grin?? I feel the wind dragging my hair backwards, like a rough tug, and I pull back and I am now bald and shiny and naked. The Lord Sun melts my pointy head. I am now a candle being lit. Waxy me.

I seep through the metal grills shielding the sanctity of roadside drain, so now I am an acidic substance in a green, slimy sewer, drunk from love and attention. I ponder about society's expectations. "I will have to call in sick today...""why""I'm a melted wax in people's underwear, swimming in my neighbor's dogshit and fucking roaches..... .""so what""." brother please chill and swallow ice"

An icy wax I am, with my greatarms pedaling down the esophagus. I am a porridge, neither human nor thing. I am a stable system. I surf along the peristaltic waves, as I hum in sinusoidal pitches, mm mm mm i'm a singer of burps and groans. She moans with a low wavelength, like an ultraviolet ray cancerously analyzing my baptized heart.

I chirp to the dancing tune of humans chattering, spewing treble clefs from their bass lips, their sixteenth-note pitch masking their whole-note tongue. I hammer their xylophone teeth and they told me, "more, my friend""     i am pure and kind and i love myself"I vomit black goo into their paperwhite silkthroats, flattening the bumps and curves, 3D to 2D to 1D

And when I look around me, I realize, I'm drowning in a sea of one-dimensional puppets; the strings on their shoulders and knees and necks taut as the chess pieces jump and murder across the earthly board. 

An earthquake. 

Every

thing f

all

s a

par

t

as I

fall

A

SLEEP

The Lightless Field

Disregarding all attempts at
trying to walk the same road as others
as our twisted hallucinations of those
colorful smoke
rises and vanquishes
these rainbows are vomited
from the empty eye sockets
of those standing lifeless bodies
with mouths wide open
and their hands hugging their own chests

Well, this is what we are seeing
nothing much, nothing else
the world spins yet we are
trying to stay still
like a withered tree
witnessing the slideshow of the starry sky
dark, cold, yet glittered with hope
but we will never get there
forever rooted to dirt

Just curious
how are we supposed to know who we are
if all we do is melting our wooden selves
motioning this... stillness
to occupy the holes that others have dug
for themselves, by themselves
like a defective raincoat
the holes are worn over us
as the storm presses down onto us
squeezing and shaping us
until we can barely fit
until we can exactly fit
the depthless hole
and like the hole
we become nothing

Stinking putrid scent of a skunk
vomiting into my nostrils, now I've debunked
the myth that all
our lives are in pain
the world is spinning
so who are we
but this fantasy inside our minds and souls

Shivering in this broken concept

day after day

night after night

our lives are broken in this

hated prison
trapped inside this room of cobwebs
three gray walls
and a row of steel columns
blocking all light from seeping in
as we fall deeper and deeper into this
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