Into The Broken Lands

Out of the poison seas
Into the broken lands
Under a dying sun
Under a white fountain
All eyes are wasted
All eyes turned inward
Back to the poison seas

It walks in the desert and
Dreams of a lake of blood

There is nothing in here
As there is nothing out there

Two Cold Oceans

With eyes like two cold oceans
She watches the flickering star
Through the leafless branches
Of a fallen tree.
The drone of a single engine
Aircraft breaks the silence
As she looks down at her hands
Trembling in her lap like
Dogs in the throes of death.

She can see her bones through her skin
And all the lost stars inside her bones.

Acid Green Thorazine

We were two snakes in the wide ocean undertow eating octopus and cod, plump bellies expanding like pink balloons. Sinking lower past the continental shelf, we imploded, and now, we're eating acid green Thorazine on a platter in the back of a black stretch Cadillac. We were syncopated. Now, we are blurred. As you reach your skinny arms around me, dangling your cigarette behind my neck, each individual hair standing straight, the fuzz that was your voice is now your eyes. Tones, sapphires and frozen ozone. A minister minding the front entry. Livid pink brain. The holy rider. That's what you said. That's what you said. That's what you said. That's what you said. That's what you said. That's what you said. That's what you said. That's what you said.