goodnight world.

I live in a high-rise town. It's the kind held up by stilts. The cold air creeps inside and eats me alive. You might never find me here. Stars rain down on the blankets of snow. Underneath my lack of traction lets me know that I'm alone. Descended from isolation I get ready to freeze to death in this home. This ongoing struggle to comprehend has taken me on parade. Shackled by ice, it feels so nice to freeze in this high-rise town that I hate. Underneath this frosted layer, I can see I've become frozen through and through. There's no warmth, love, or compassion that I've got left to give to you.


You're a shattered plaster alabaster bastard caught in cobwebs, crawling faster. Claw that brick, you silly prick, before the spider inhales your body, grins, and gets fatter. Soft-release, don't you know? I'd beg you to stay but then you'd probably go. Your skin's as smooth as plaster. The light beats down your alabaster. Did the sunlight let you shatter or did that spider shatter your shards? It's ominous, you tell me. Save your lungs- I already know. Close your eyes and witness soft-release. It's something I'll never know.

Fill the temple to the ceiling with seductive forbidden fruits. Deny all your transgressions. Play the tape, stop it, and loop. The most sacred wars are fought in the temple of mind. Lay down, relax, and close your eyes. The time's come to unwind. The incense huffs and puffs out sweet perfume. Sunlight singes my corneas and the world reels and looms.

Watch me raise the status quo. He'll snort that blow. Just watch him go! Moving at the speed of sigh, light, and imploding sound. Beautiful bloodstreamed mountain ascent lifts up, and throws back down. It's an ugly cavern behind beautiful lips with hidden stalactites forming drips. All four limbs seem sense-deprived. I feel what you feel when you're barely alive. I think it's a shame when you're destined to crash. Nobody can tell who you are if you collide with matter this fast.

The child is mantled in the cold dark wound. Only a fractured shield holds his mind. He is annointed with his own blessed blood. He's a hornet who stings things with his spine. Anchored in a state of altered memories, all his attachments fade away. The child's split mind is a fragile eggshell secret, splintered and left to face the day.

Last night I witnessed the slaughter of Christ. I saw it played out on my bedroom wall. Open-eyed, I stared for hours and found no divinity at all. I found no human traits, in fact I'm not sure what he was. I saw stages of decomposition; maggots, mold, and puss. What besides a living creature can live, die, and decompose. I guess there was a speck of life caught in that dying bloated rose. Stretched arms so hypodermic poised to numb, love, and sedate. A butchered savior nailed to my wall stared down until it grew late.

The lake had frozen over and everything seemed quiet but there was a black hole in the ice and I tried like hell to burn it shut. Have you ever wanted so bad to sear away that pain? I've got a feeling I could fall for miles if I fell down through that ice again. Shredded to pieces by glimmering icicles my escape was poorly plotted. Underneath the frozen lake my face was lifeblood blotted. Somewhere I heard you calling for me to stay off of the lake. The lake was wafer thin and my boots spurred burns straight through the ice. I drowned in obsidian waters, but such a long trip seemed concise.

My ears are reeling from the constant bother of the telephone's rings upon rings. I try my best not to care about such little things. I can't even enjoy the peaceful dinging of faraway cathedral bells. Soft-iron giants makes me cringe. My temples sprawl and swell. Menacing creatures have dug their claws through my shadows. They follow me down into my own little hell.

Is this the end of modern history? Is the world's end bound to commence? Perhaps this is coming dawn of a new world born with eyes shut. I've got to ask you a personal question; are you a godess or a slut? Choose your next words carefully. I'll build my life around you. Let the words flow like honey off your tongue. Come with me as this new world turns. If it starts to burn, then we will run. Sky on fire; the infant cries saturated with tears in his all-knowing eyes. Blot out the sun. Blot out the sun. The ravens clutch columns of smoke and beg us to run.

I met a stranger in the harbor. She was shrouded in the mist. I dived in through her dark-brown eyes, fell so hard that I nearly missed. She guided me to safety, led me away from certain harm. There was a feeling words cannot describe when I held her in my arms. Ships were docked in winding time and all clocks quit ticking except hers and mine. Our feet seemed sort of heavy rooted to the ocean floor. We were Atlantis statues and we made love; the sort of love that burns to the core.