suicide's my kin

mental health goes
only so far

until it
rolls back.

sane reason cuts both ways

& i've put fine

edges

       on that blade.

civilisational peak

the stink permiates
along every coordinate.

erectile disfunction is hillarious

anaerobic mode
breathing phosphorus
ruber smoke,
a reall quality show.

suffocating fent calm,
stalls on contact
inoculates the sounds.

      that's better.

pry out the vagus nerve
soak in organochlorides,
that should stint the fallacy
of getting what's deserved.

    a pinch
of Parkinsons.

the clown sttuters and drools
a toluene seer
teratogenic joke.

   laughing my fucking kidney stones off.

fuck history with no place for Makhno

strictly speaking,
it is not impossible,
that
somewhere
some student
is doing an esay
on dead dear Nestor.

he will forget all about it,
as soon as he
grabs the life by the scrotum,
or vice versa
mutatis mutandis.

just as all you oxygenwasters did.

entropy

dust specks
borring through the skin
what a shitty design.
malfunction has outlasted it's usefulness.

tuesday holliday

.80 gauge
a fine caliber,
as long as it's fresh.

artificial colors,
aromas
& presevants,
it's all good.

or so I'm told.
amazing,
considering the death
toll.

never the less,
it's been a while,
& it's happy to see me.
knocks the breath out of my
lungs,
shuts the lights in my eyes
fuck,
you're beautiful.

nostalgia

first time for everything.
including blood poisoning.

this fucking fixation is getting tiresome

I liked it better with no dreams
whatsoever.

irritating
little
pieces
of
rot.

20 cc rigs
&
going for the femoral.
full frontal nudity
completely asexual.
        " what's it like
          sifting an artery?

          you'll know when
          you hit it."

pH short of 3
but, ain't gonna waste,
better waste
a pipeline.
        " went burning red
           from wrist to shoulder
           & stung like fuck.
           but it's ok now."

tools blunted out
ragged edges to the
delicate tissues.
200 grit'll fix it.
        " it's moving about
          but it doesn't hurt
          unless i touch it.
          you think it's a cloth?"

a long day with no past or future
&; hardly any present.
inside-out
the ghosts don't age.

the red blooms

vascular system in vacuum
rats in marrow,

frenzy,

the mirage is aroused
amused
the red light won't show.

butcher probes the meat
hand still
& purposeful,
calous.

a pig merchants touch.

the ironic metaphor
of a collapsed vein
&
absces.
the marrow.
gangrene
butterflies in gut
red.
rush.
beautiful.
in fractal motion.

the mirage laughs
& 
so do I.
the contempt is mutual.

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spent
discarded
or
pushed in a corner

centrifuge

the silt

statistically average base
average statistical misgivings

the silt
has a mind of its own

all blunt
kinetic packed
blind

the horrors i've seen
and forgotten