(0247) circumvent the odds

i knew this was here, but in the back of my mind, i forgot where it had been when i needed it.

and like a comet stretched by in the corner of my eye, i felt the sun rushing in to fill this vacancy.

and the cast i had worn reminded me of a born-again christian who promised me endless suffering.

just then, the hurricane came in, and with the flick of a switch, we were floating together; side by side with our common curiosity.

these impossible hours give me all the benefits of a shower without wasting one drop of that pure, essential chemical.

i think if i was to die, i would be the last one to cry, but i'd secretly hope that you, soon, would be following.

i comb the oceans for clues, but it doesn't seem like much use... a shuttered lens has retracted its offering.




and i awake from this dream, faded delusions and all... thanks to morphine and the pills that i keep choking on.

this too will soon rot away. there'll be endless fields in which to play. sixteen stitches were only the start of it.

i can see through my head a mix of pesticide and lead that will eventually bring me down to a lunatic's paradise.

the garbage overflows in these streets. there's not the slightest feeling of heat, and the birds have all sang their last, rhythmic melody.

a cascading collapse for the billions who have still yet to pass through this twisted and unusual portrayal of manifest destiny.

they'll say it's still up to you. you can choose what you want to improve. but all the while, i'll be sleeping in silence.

"you can go as far as you'd like. it's just a matter of how hard you try." what a lie. what a scam. what an attitude.




they'll rearrange all your bones until the broken ones are fully exposed. there's no night. there's no day. there's no decency.

so i'm here in these words crafting something that's almost as absurd and obtuse as this affectively flattened and tired face of mine.

and i'm cutting through trees with a blade that's so hard to please and the pleasure of seeing something that i've personally damaged.

one day, we'll be free from this contagious disease that we can't seem to shake even if we wanted to.

so don't look in my eyes. it burns right through this disguise, and it makes me feel weak without my parachute.

the electrodes were placed in such an arrangement that traced out the origins of my fear and anxiety.

and now i'm a walking cliché, but all the words that i say will have new meaning once my hunger for understanding is satisfied.