Jettison the Stowaway

The sun is up.

Wax and Wane for the Runner up

I'm raising champagne and making shade for the gutter slugs

I'm Unwell.

Spending Autumn in the Nutshell

Malice Unchained punching holes in your dovetails

Bored of turning sleep into two-a-days

Four out of Six baby ducks in the sewer grate

The Bastards

No longer fast as my attackers

My belly's too big I wear my backbrace backwards

Hiding in the backwoods

Cutting phone lines and forgetting all my passwords

I'm off the track getting abstract

Omens on the daily crossing paths with the black cats

and pitfalls

I've been waiting for a big fall

Zyns on the dash, thirty yards from a brick wall.

Neighbor still the enemy

God is lost in revery

Fade into the blotters plus a shot or two for settling

I'm soldered.

Poison in the waters (point em to the slaughter)

Plus the poison at the retail

eliminate the wildlife forget about the details

what is left to eat when the raw synthetic meat fails

we rally 'round the family with a pocket full of seashells

Bracing for the finisher

Pulling back the limiter

By candlelight

I'm Trading cash for the Tannerite

Styrofoam and gas, Holding Mass for the Parasites

I'm great at this

Isolating till I'm dangerous

With No signs of life in a ten mile radius

I'm Zen baby

Just a lamp and a pen baby

Pop a couple holes in the box for the vent baby

One two

I got no homies left to come through

I'm Coming up for air maybe once in a blood moon

Untethered

Cut loose by any measure

No pull to the fold if the soul is already severed

I've been seeing lots of patterns if it matters in the framework

I'm feeling something badder pitter patter something major

Me and every cat who can't sit back ignoring danger

See the broken path and keep a strap behind the manger

Thoughts getting overweight

Heart leads the motorcade

Never had it anyway dunk the brain into Novocaine

Load the freight

On a train to the lower bay

Copping out of a slow decay and jettison the stowaway

Slowly getting stupider

Easy work for lucifer

Spark and fade

Light the fuse and then dart away

Nothing else lives except the roaches and the tardigrades

It's end times…

Pocket book full of spent rhymes

Make your appeals to heaven I forgot I never Sent Mine

I'm meddling

Plus I'm moving on to better things

While the Cats still chasing rats and the dogs will bark at anything

My Brain is full of bees and scattered pieces of the Pottery

empty hands on my knees are you receiving all my offerings

I've never seen a thing I couldn't complicate impossibly

What if it was worse and harder to envision honestly

Sitting in the field eating meals under fleeting cover

Looking through the past at the collapse like do you see it brother

Tripping on my path and doing math so I can blame the others

Self Inflicted thank you, yes you're welcome do you need another

Am I dying or just cynical

Hallucinate the visual

May have Lost your mind but very lucid in the interval

Chanted moaning rituals

Becoming truly minimal

Dive into the hive mind forget the individual