Yo life s**s, gypsy moths out my stomach
My life has 30 percent of life, it lacks arms, strings and a few bu*tons
I commit suicide at 65 percent, f** it the kids will love it
I'm disgusted, art at the present is only self contained construction about which there is no more to be said of it
I drew mud slick, drop of blue tremor linked to the ground by a magnetized gaze
At dusk, snow over peaks of a summit
Cotton wool-like, in my narcon encrusted blood pumps it takes the page when I cut it
Catching inks with pots and buckets
Beneath root flower and stone, I group a coven
I lurk in fire damps and coal pits to canoe out the origins of your pungent
Vein weeping at the focal point where your guts sit
I diffuse elation and whatever sunlit
What is rugged, this cuprous fertilize metal rusted
I post up a collection of my life's work in a gallery to make it easy for you to pa** judgment
My tongue drip, low-tide polluted bay water, salt spraying aerial like seagulls spit
Eyes upon fisher, duckbill gullet
My happiness is a mask under it
I generate misery to sulk in, brilliant depression
Ascended to music like Scott Walker sullen, slow and sluggish
I kick Suffolks, oil spill tanker boat tugging
Diluted water propulsion before punch ins
The crowd nailed me to a cross
I am emotional numbness, nocturnal vampiric dust drift
In a dim lit cafe, this beating it downer, writing to the ludes tank
Punch rap's balloon face
I figure evolution before I lose face
Stone carving a new slate, digging is a mutate
And carry my two hemispheres in a suitcase
I told watch the nerves, like a paper knife endive in the noose frame
Me and this game as a razor blade in a fruitcake
They're all poets, writers, diplomats, and dress makers trying to move brakes
I k** future art with ease
sh** I'm on causes black suited narcs to creep
I drop cellular metals and of cryptograms hysterical paranoia starts to seep
Rush surges of melting face images under the bark of trees
I litter state parks with crystal meth shard debris
I'm sulked in depression with a pad, the artist weeps
Dead tired but off the charts asleep
Spider crawl filthy cerebral saliva, wash brain's harness leash