CakeProphet

you're a commodity personality: the terms and conditions of your use interests: the futures that will liquidate your skills your only tangible asset always market yourself you, the good to be sold your mind the pennies and nickels traded on the floor by the shareholders of power as they say, another day another dollar the ticking seconds the compounding interest of your borrowed time

; split my atoms with your fork- tongued stabs at soft crevices, folds of the mind creased as bleached unhung shirts; put your spark in the fibres, weakly woven by neutral neurons (arachnoid weavers in a weary web); short them out with your violent voltage, a potential difference too great for my rusted wires; flood me over with your waves of insight intuited, influence from lunatic gravitation; make me whole with pieces picked from my twisted path, decades of branches long decayed; put them in your earth to grow.

my racecar has a mind of my own; pumped-up and scrambled-egg -- tasting amphetamine in water -- limbs of the limbic system as withered and unripe as the toddler forgotten in your car(race to the next goal). my brain heat-stroked between lines the lightning-forked cracked skin splitting the vinyl seat cushions. my atoms no longer I in this untranscendent universe the mind now (dispersed discordant) outside its spectrum its sparse chords resonate a sonnet inharmonic.

and again here I am, bleeding my heart onto these pages while dry walls crack open, and the crumbling paint lays leylines where the seekers and the wanderers drift wearily along ridges and vales -- the brief eternity of their existence. and again, the grinning mouth of the past will swallow our futures whole, just as we (with salivated lips) long to devour our children's. gluttonous eyes gaze hungrily at beauty unborn, lusted luxuries forming fat under thick skin, yet unable to insulate from cold without (and cold within). and again here I am, bleeding through the fickle fabric, woven with the hairs seeping from scalps of dead patriots, f

--past-- an attracting force bound us in motion, childlike lust for serrated scars. a molecular tether devoid of devotion, i sought the substance but you drank the atoms. our connection bound with brittle fibers was severed by time and difference of desire; i was shell shocked with sorrow from sudden disconnect, stillborn torn from an umbilical dream. --present-- wired together, you and i: speaking in glyphs with tongues tied. perched as stone-faced gargoyles, we gaze at each other from our ramparts. never will we connect another way: our thoughts, blood through electric veins. conveying emotions in low resolutions. words through static;

How I've missed you my restless thoughts, my only friend. How much we've shared, lost, lied to one another. How I wish I could forget your paranoid preoccupations. How I want to ignore your vicious vitriol. How I wish that we were the same, you and I. How we both wish that we were different.

slipping through the cracks go my thoughts one by two count to three I melt away dissolving slowly but sure of my lack of purpose of time of meaning.

wet life:    while waters,    weak in seconds,    wear away years  of rock,        calcified    hearts stiffen   with every    thoughtless heave;        a rhythm of  regrets                     remorse                     resolve                     renewal.

Waiting, on a ship in the water, frigid sharp air fills my nostrils; you will find no hope, here in this desolate sea.

paint the machete red before skin grows too thick. ripened hearts don't grow easy ripened minds too fast to rot.