Tear away at what you’ve been taught
The clothes on your back
The words in your mouth

Learn from the absence of teachings
The skin on your bones
The air in your chest

Tear on,
Tear on.

21 years

(pulled from a larger manifesta)

... and I am by no means grown up. While I do have moments that account for (catastrophic) epiphany, and I further pursue my education both academically and expressively, I know that my views at this intersection may have a shelf-life, or may push me in directions I am completely unaware of at this point… but I have faith in the unknown. I trust myself and this relentless nagging to veer off into the unpaved, and come out (or perhaps even never) with newfound perception and conception. I have been met with a rare kind of love and crave to be thrown down from the highest moments of pity and pride, maybe even find myself vanished in throes of indefinite land and words of comfort. I demand it. I am not afraid to be undefined.
I am hungry for self-revolution.

I challenge the ‘me’ to demand all of my energy and spirit into a cause big enough to shatter myself. Dare ‘me’ to take on terms of humanity - contribute to the earth.


And then come help me breathe it.

to the mosquitoes in my room...

fucking RAAAHHHHHHHHH
you insolent little beggars

i have birthed bowel movements
more well-behaved than you


RAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

dogged verse

all that is wild in me calls out - "i am, i am"
and all that is bourgeois cries out - "common sense!"
and heaven and hell and humanity
are newspaper stories
riding on the heels of something
bigger



all that is free in me calls out - "i am, i am"
and still futher,
"i am!"

my

cracks have been fixed.

On Hospitality

something i wrote a little while back.
dont know why i never posted it




On Hospitality


When she plans to entertain
Jealousy can be quite the hostess.
Invitations from her
are usually written in first person
folded
and placed in an envelope to match.

When she plans to entertain
the guest list may seem
quite extensive.
Good friends like Sorrow and Fury
know her place well.
And although not welcome,
Truth may attend
sparingly.

But

what she may do
(on occasion)
is extend her invitation to
a
certain guest.


and when he arrives
in his full-bodied glory,
Jealousy
will even so quaintly
with tremulous glee
show Blindness
his seat
at the table.

i cant sleep

so ill write instead

stream of (un)conscious
unedited and quick
this is everything and nothing in my head:


inter- di-men-si- o -nal
practice after practice

and i could bite on
sand
for a while, now
and wouldnt you like to
rip
down those curtains
or maybe just listen
to that

i need to sleep


stand on the snouts of
rabid hounds
and go for the hunt

you freaking fool!