Author: The Poetry Machine

A bright world turned inside out

I am not present in my body

If you’re the victim I’m the executioner

They are born and chain themselves

I am not present in my body

Fuck

They are born and chain themselves

I immediately take up arms

Fuck

A collection of hair and bones

I immediately take up arms

A collection of hair and bones

If you’re the victim I’m the executioner

A bright world turned inside out

That you are not laughing at me

I can feel them all

As viscous as seaweed between fingers

I talk to strange authorities

I can feel them all

Lest my bones forget

I talk to strange authorities

Like a sparkler

Lest my bones forget

A rusty chestnut tree is in the center

Like a sparkler

A rusty chestnut tree is in the center

As viscous as seaweed between fingers

That you are not laughing at me

More light roots than night-blind

That one dream becomes another

Not on the skin

Fucking back off from the fucking flesh

That one dream becomes another

A dreamt dollhouse

Fucking back off from the fucking flesh

What should I call this thing?

A dreamt dollhouse

Grief is a prosthetic

What should I call this thing?

Grief is a prosthetic

Not on the skin

More light roots than night-blind

The heart is an insane organ

This would have happened a long time ago

Lest my bones forget

I ascend the staircase

This would have happened a long time ago

Dream that I say

I ascend the staircase

You’re as loud as growing grass

Dream that I say

I’m trying

You’re as loud as growing grass

I’m trying

Lest my bones forget

The heart is an insane organ

Just like carrying everything

Is the sun more fire than it is round?

Branches in all directions

You’re trying

Is the sun more fire than it is round?

It actually adds to my moistening

You’re trying

Finding the coolest angle

It actually adds to my moistening

I find a description

Finding the coolest angle

I find a description

Branches in all directions

Just like carrying everything

A chick crawls into its egg

The whole is universality

I don’t converse in my dreams

I’ll pull myself up by the roots

The whole is universality

Did you know?

I’ll pull myself up by the roots

Where everything rustles dryly

Did you know?

Want to play chicken and the egg?

Where everything rustles dryly

Want to play chicken and the egg?

I don’t converse in my dreams

A chick crawls into its egg

It is unbelievable

The lip-movements we must make here

Enough for me

Perhaps I will love

The lip-movements we must make here

And there lies us

Perhaps I will love

Moonwalk the forest for my knees!

And there lies us

Perhaps I ask you

Moonwalk the forest for my knees!

Perhaps I ask you

Enough for me

It is unbelievable

Here my old ass will roll around

A deliberate distancing from the flesh

There’s a crunching beneath the feet

Like an undercurrent in the breath

A deliberate distancing from the flesh

I call it like I see it

Like an undercurrent in the breath

Allowing all users access

I call it like I see it

I can feel them all

Allowing all users access

I can feel them all

There’s a crunching beneath the feet

Here my old ass will roll around

When I slaughter myself at night

I must be forced to love

Something has changed

One of the greatest challenges

I must be forced to love

I have a vacuum hidden inside

One of the greatest challenges

Wishing that you were covetous

I have a vacuum hidden inside

External influences

Wishing that you were covetous

External influences

Something has changed

When I slaughter myself at night

Without me disappearing

Like silk between the fingers

How can you be so beautiful?

On my grass

Like silk between the fingers

You have two, three faces

On my grass

You also run hot and cold

You have two, three faces

Dream that you become other dreams

You also run hot and cold

Dream that you become other dreams

How can you be so beautiful?

Without me disappearing