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Razor blade rape Razor blade rape This holy crusade, I partake Dried blood black flags, their claim shall stake From darkness, joy will replicate My love, blades, I facilitate Sewing pin miners pick and scrape Xacto knives upon skin skate Veins begrudgingly reshape Bedsheets house enchanted red lake Gooey icing on midnight's cake Transcending euphoria, I create Aftermath, gauze pads and tape Benevolently, over wounds they drape Stainless (NOT TRUE!) steel, there is no escape        -December 2002

Awoken by an onslaught of squealing bats jaggedly flapping through my inner ear canal Bedroom was aglow with fluorescent green haze Emerging from the gothic nebula was Emily Bronte Donned in an ostentatious Victorian black dress Drowning in the destitution indicative of middle child syndrome From paisley patterned porcelain china she sipped English Breakfast tea No sugar No milk Sauntering to my bedside She took seat at the mattress' edge Hours she sat Back turned to me Yet giving a morbid glare over the shoulder Such unease percolated through me I found it burdensome to return gaze "You look upon me as one would v

The television in here, if gutted, is large enough to be used as an emergency coffin for these girls (Most important, considering that Death's cold, misty, minty breath is a stationary commoner on the Eating Disorders Unit) Such a postmortem penthouse would solidify the stardom these anorexics always wanted Just imagine: Fresh dead girl skeleton Wedged into the tube A personal limelight Body image plastered in the glass picture Broadcasted over every channel The TV supermodel she always wanted to be       -April 2003

There was reason for his curiosity Curled up in my chair I fit the role of a disturbed millipede Meeting me in a small crowd for only the second time (not even acquaintances), My posture during the panic attack must have seemed peculiar Nobody gave him an inkling of what I was He probably assumed that I was on equal ground with all the others Assumed that I needed a prosthetic chemical to prop me up out of reality He questioned my sobriety Asking me if I was on drugs or just reefer Drugs?! The past three nights I had evaded the mountains of Seroquel and Pamelor which were meant to be scaled The void of psychotrop

Q: When does the will     to survive     make an abrupt semi-circle     to become a Death wish? A: When docile hearts implode     leaving a residue     of dried blood and arsenic     When the disposable film     of joy erodes     from the bruised brain's archive     Vitality degenerates     And the unkempt mole     returns to his bedroom     Sleeping to veto reality     When fate conspires     with negativity     And amethyst segments of the soul     are dissected     and adopted by the Bermuda Triangle     The remnants parading in shame     as the Devil's puppet Everyone knows that toxic spores become

Recollections of dusty scenarios are but chunks of scrapped pig heads My perception of those moments serves as the pickled gelatin binding the meaty morsels together Forming a loaf of expired deli souse Sliced up by the foolish, rash, crudely constructed, and self-catastrophic decisions of my past       -May 2003

-Earth's ocean tides will be subserviant to a warm sun, revolting against the cold moon. -Cows will barbarically eat wolves with rabid vengeance. -Saturn will lose his pimp rings to Mars in a poker bet (didn't see the Ace up the red sleeves). -It will be discovered that the yellow crayon eating schizophrenic is correct in his perception of alternate, hostile dimensions threatening the human race. -The Grim Reaper will barter away her sickle in exchange for an albino peacock feather.

I do consider myself lucky.  After all, few people receive the privilege of getting their arm groped by the last surviving member of an inter-dimensional species who is the last defense humanity has against unseen forces bent on annihilation.      I distinctly remember the way Keith pressed on my skin.  Softly, like a declawed cat pawing delicately, almost curiously on a crocheted blanket before settling down.  And those schizophrenic green eyes, like elm leaves saturated in the summer sun.  How inexplicably clean they seemed, despite being chronically shitted upon by omnipotent and malevolent hallucinations.      "The pattern seems illegib

They would punish us for the reprobational crime of removing our hospital issued identification bracelet Repercussional response on their part entailed demoting the offender to the subterrainian cockaroach lair of Level One restrictions As a dog owner, I empathized with institution mandate No master would want their escaped pet running loose on the streets Without a name, A proclaimation of ownership, And a means of returning the confused beast to its loving providers       -April 2006

Last week, sickness reminded me of the micro-terrorism a 23 year old body can succumb to I lay in bed: Cataract over a babushka widow's left eye Dorm room felt more like a mama marsupial Her pouch packed with smouldering coal/ice cubes Me, a frail Joey, nursing dextromethorphan milk curdling into snippets and stints of freeze/melt, shiver/sweat sleep A week comprised only of sleep, wake, piss, sherbet, soda sip, sleep Time stirring in ginger ale fizz I lost track of am/pm, dawn/dusk, sun/moon, As hours/days grafted into each other Time no longer bore an archbishop's sceptre Last night, Eastern Pennsylvania's first