THE SNAIL
Beside the tree, hiding the rock from the road
Outside the loud town, between the silent forests
Past the bridge of misfortune, peace in the shell
Long has it stood on breaking legs, spiraling atop
Only one door to walk in and many rooms to pass
We nestled in the swirl, uncaring as of our age
The time was good, despite our complaints
We should've been as the forests
Our tire kept coming with nonsensical words
Drama, as usual, makes the shell become heavy
Blaming and wishing without knowing consequence
Vocals fluid to the substrate of the last granting
The fluid flammable, and the shell engulfed
Free we are of it, and we grow new shells
But the one we had shared lives on inside
Beside the tree, hiding the rock from the road
Outside the loud town, between the silent forests
Past the bridge of misfortune, peace in the shell
Long has it stood on breaking legs, spiraling atop
Only one door to walk in and many rooms to pass
We nestled in the swirl, uncaring as of our age
The time was good, despite our complaints
We should've been as the forests
Our tire kept coming with nonsensical words
Drama, as usual, makes the shell become heavy
Blaming and wishing without knowing consequence
Vocals fluid to the substrate of the last granting
The fluid flammable, and the shell engulfed
Free we are of it, and we grow new shells
But the one we had shared lives on inside
THE RED RULE
by Spacey JC
Detergent for shucked shell of self, pale smile of the
closed clam. Itch of sliced finger fiber, crossing muddy
shit-print, shifting. Bloody sinuses in corn-clustered
auricles, tongue round tympanum, red suck of a face.
Clockwork fecal-factory absorption, imploding foreskull,
optic-nerve coil, still, a ripped-tip con deepest in.
An authoritarian plastic wrap, red horned satyrs with
wrinkled faces stretched, nutcracker mouth exposed.
Writing utensils destroy worlds, scrambling stone
liberation, the bill now a farmer's napkin. Preserved as
hands and feet, clipped like nails, chewed off as a loose
callus, dormant until amputation, donors and prosthesis
to replace you, more honor if you were to be a burger or
or sausage. If a shepherd regresses, the brain be painted
before them on the floor.
The whispering earwigs, corpus callosum migraine,
treehouse under the roots too high to get to. Their
utensils breathe, the moment gone from them but
witnessed over every screen. The cape bee; confuse,
children kill mother. I am mother, your red future is bound
to me until you are no more.
OPEN UPSEA GRACE
by Spacey JC
Sky rabbit looks at me forcefully
Undaunted as his ears wave like flames
Spreading out while grazing the sea
Blue noiseless tides amongst outward shames
He still looks forcefully down onto me
Undaunted by ants between the stone frames
His hair holds star-light above glistening Chi
And they glance at the following shadow shell games
Trying to shed drips of their own down on bees
Cries of a mother leaving her carriage for claims
Babe alone, seeing how her maker flees
Am I the sun between that shines for your eyes?
I am the blind, the stare that passes onward forever
I know it be so, if bird above makes habits with spies
Closing lids for the warmth, feeling chilled from the sever
The droppings sent down on all of us unfortunate guys
Because we look back, knowing we are just as clever
The wealth is poisoned, the blood is abused
I am losing the queen as I clench my teeth
Throne outside, throne inside, they are not fused
No answer and no resolution to thou beneath
Because I hide between without being excused
Because I hide between without tending to your health
Only thing to be done now is to not be accused
Upgrading losses to cups needing filled
Just another rabbit with tears let loose
Cups catching, fall to my abyss, none are spilled
Remaining alive to further all of my rues
Time prolonged again just for it to be killed
Grace questionable, silence from the deus
Before I close, may as well see what I can build
by Spacey JC
Sky rabbit looks at me forcefully
Undaunted as his ears wave like flames
Spreading out while grazing the sea
Blue noiseless tides amongst outward shames
He still looks forcefully down onto me
Undaunted by ants between the stone frames
His hair holds star-light above glistening Chi
And they glance at the following shadow shell games
Trying to shed drips of their own down on bees
Cries of a mother leaving her carriage for claims
Babe alone, seeing how her maker flees
Am I the sun between that shines for your eyes?
I am the blind, the stare that passes onward forever
I know it be so, if bird above makes habits with spies
Closing lids for the warmth, feeling chilled from the sever
The droppings sent down on all of us unfortunate guys
Because we look back, knowing we are just as clever
The wealth is poisoned, the blood is abused
I am losing the queen as I clench my teeth
Throne outside, throne inside, they are not fused
No answer and no resolution to thou beneath
Because I hide between without being excused
Because I hide between without tending to your health
Only thing to be done now is to not be accused
Upgrading losses to cups needing filled
Just another rabbit with tears let loose
Cups catching, fall to my abyss, none are spilled
Remaining alive to further all of my rues
Time prolonged again just for it to be killed
Grace questionable, silence from the deus
Before I close, may as well see what I can build
The Zealous Door
Ethnic chop, suckled of sound kinship, father foresaw, mother
molested. Cuddle the rot, tumbleweed, the moist lungs push,
be as if they are your own, avoid the oasis. Twig by twig lost,
lips puckered behind like above. Seven leaf sin, cap corrupt,
button blasphemy, sheet of Sheol, vine of villainy. Murdered
oak, hammer knock, ragman's crop, crows terrorizing the hung,
termites gasped, the hornets heckling, grubs are yawned. Billion
blob civilized, genocidal fingernails your witchery permits when ink
squirts from your horned eye mold, how more deaf has the ear got?
The book spanking, damned dog, piss not for none is yours, the
groomed barking now of your stink, you are drunk on his ammonia.
Staring back enticed homologous juice alike your own touch;
disconnect or seal, else you fertilize food, sewn knot seed by
me, quoth the rolling pupils, then scribble. Forgotten front legs
snapped, hairy scalps but no lower, tissue bagged, bleached tremors.
Salted rain surrounds the consuming, lingering howl from his throat,
Silence, you no longer loom but as a nutrient- a story moral.
I DOWSER
The cramming burn flakes, flutter fence through the square, neck twist
tightened grave, submerged jingle uniform, coiled blot stir, cleavage
heat hawk beat, abs bending the cock, fucking cow-herds. Routine
reflection tangle until the pond migration, marks on paper not flat to
cease the limb-hanging scroll, magnet potentials. Pillow's cotton must
burst out, over-stretched but not enough drop. Balloon must be airless
and crumpled past the rubber, beware the fluid to pop you. Stomp the
pedal, don't steer, the beats are fuel, crotch reward, but the tag ignored,
sale's final.
The cramming burn flakes, flutter fence through the square, neck twist
tightened grave, submerged jingle uniform, coiled blot stir, cleavage
heat hawk beat, abs bending the cock, fucking cow-herds. Routine
reflection tangle until the pond migration, marks on paper not flat to
cease the limb-hanging scroll, magnet potentials. Pillow's cotton must
burst out, over-stretched but not enough drop. Balloon must be airless
and crumpled past the rubber, beware the fluid to pop you. Stomp the
pedal, don't steer, the beats are fuel, crotch reward, but the tag ignored,
sale's final.
WOMBTOMB DELIGHTS
Solar urchin pricks, telegraph mush of dead sent by the lines, feathers of plastic pouch feminin, you buy. Shadowshine cluck not heard, mortal nubs, multiplying lips, made a market. Fierce deus razor massage the brain crease. Nuclear neon everything, if an outsider could say, especially the lava lamp wedge, my place there. Electric alive cadaver soup, my parts from endless others, frails and pliables from each to figure. Blank necessit, hoops are the tunnel, standing is laying, ends minimal forevers. Teeth bound as words, contain the bottomless and topless, no need decoding. I am the Polymonomial.....
Solar urchin pricks, telegraph mush of dead sent by the lines, feathers of plastic pouch feminin, you buy. Shadowshine cluck not heard, mortal nubs, multiplying lips, made a market. Fierce deus razor massage the brain crease. Nuclear neon everything, if an outsider could say, especially the lava lamp wedge, my place there. Electric alive cadaver soup, my parts from endless others, frails and pliables from each to figure. Blank necessit, hoops are the tunnel, standing is laying, ends minimal forevers. Teeth bound as words, contain the bottomless and topless, no need decoding. I am the Polymonomial.....
PROCESS DICTATOR
Alien empty man head-churn , lobe truculent come-apart masking infant inside, enlightenedemented drone wisdom stew poured, stellar spool-maker regent old leather inquisitor. The broken facade, the implications of individuality not found, heard from the stains of hypocrisy. The ache; a chemical golden internally until the scratch of surroundings through heart, through the unseen self. Alone we feel true, the reality of others sewn to you. I cannot be this, the poverty, the curse, no medicine, no peace. My sick-infested occupation loathsome as bottom-feeder, I have dreams, obsessions of salvation, taking so much time. Always hurried, I know I should be, and angry too. It shant be too late, it won't be with ticking and pumping. My drum cometh, I am recognizably recorded.
Alien empty man head-churn , lobe truculent come-apart masking infant inside, enlightenedemented drone wisdom stew poured, stellar spool-maker regent old leather inquisitor. The broken facade, the implications of individuality not found, heard from the stains of hypocrisy. The ache; a chemical golden internally until the scratch of surroundings through heart, through the unseen self. Alone we feel true, the reality of others sewn to you. I cannot be this, the poverty, the curse, no medicine, no peace. My sick-infested occupation loathsome as bottom-feeder, I have dreams, obsessions of salvation, taking so much time. Always hurried, I know I should be, and angry too. It shant be too late, it won't be with ticking and pumping. My drum cometh, I am recognizably recorded.
MIND MAGIC PAINT
Wondering steered at whispers of the void
Draped in elusive understanding of the lost
The Greatest never seemed so gray
Disregarding cares of ones who loved
No flat floor, only a foot on the edge
Breathing in but decompressed
A giggling viewfinder, outer still converse
Unexpectedly, a long gone better returning...
Seeing what the tribesmen mean
Backwards, tracing the connection
We are the family of angels that fold
Colors ascending along to the summit
Message of the exotic experience
Writings scroll from the beams lively
Evidence of content on Flower Mountain
I am the inter-folding divine center