I see a bad moon arising.

Fragment:

I gave our rings away

I wanted to throw them into the creek

but then they might haunt my new house

I hope your teeth fall out

Don't get me started on promises.

The Next Transformation:

I will not let anyone take advantage of me

anymore/ I'm gonna find me a reckless man

I know how to pick up the pieces, badger.

I've got whitecordsrunningthroughmyveins.

I hate photographs.  

Gravity, its got me down.

At night when I sit alone in the place that I should
barely call home,
things keep falling from the high to the low.
And, I am feeling more and more like i'm becoming
one of them.

When I look at the sallow folk
the shallow folk
the dark ones with shadowy face
I find the proletariat
to be more lovely everyday.
Protests have never made a difference.

Each customer that sits across the bar has a story to tell
in the marks on their skin.
I yearn to look beneath.
I can see their privates
through their clothes.

I can read you
like a newspaper.
The feeling of the dirty dailies
is much more tangible.

in the new year,

one day i will be free of this skin.
i will have no feelings once again.

The Points are Growing rougher.

Without a freeze, there was no extermination.

The vermin run king.

Anatomical explorations.

I, with corkscrew intestines that
lead viciously to black-hole bowels,
would love to be able to shit and piss
like
a
free man.

When you have fucked so much of
your life away,
it's hard to be able to see the future
in a cloud.
A new Caesar will be crowned,
with toilet seat laurels.

What special level of HELL have we found?

Level 3
  

i'm so disappointed in my fellow man.

back to the florescent lights
that make your eyes feel like they have been rolled, like dice
across a dirty floor.  There will be no millionaires tonight
even if there were it'd all be gone tomorrow.

Back to the burnt smell of translucent souls melting into the dust the dust
with each footfall.  no more daydreams,
with splashes of joy; not tainted by desperation.
In the nights where I dream,
the spooks remind me of the world we just lost out on.

Level 6

the four horsemen walk into a bar+
today a ghostly hand grabbed my ass.
The people scream for their meal, mouths felled open
waiting for the mother bird to drop flesh
=they are so angry, because it is the company
for which they pay.

Here comes the mother's milk.

Here comes the mother's milk. 

Such splendor lost, in the fall
of our men.
The demolition of a house of cards
that owned no gratitude to blueprints.
I would no longer lounge within the vaulted halls (under ceilings)
a king of kings.
Now I lay long nights, eyes open inside a roach motel
in a ghetto,
not only the sounds outside my slotted window reminding me
of my weaknesses.

I knew now what it must have felt like,
when the angels were expelled from heaven,
and Adam and Eve evicted from paradise.

She got to stay, as mothers were often allowed trespass,
because without them there would be
no life to live.
The myth of creation could take many forms
all curled cleverly like a snake.
She had said that she only wished to be freed from his father,
even if it was the him she saw within his son.
While most would coo and caw,
You sat stonily like Pontius Pilate
as the orderly wiped away the blood and the sweat.
It is a wonder that there was not poison laced into
your breast milk.
It seems to have made me stronger,
mother's milk.

I only wish that I could sleep and dream,
but I only have nightmares here. 
As soon as it is time I will drag my bones
out into the wasteland,
and go about my work under the buzzing lights
serving those that are as heartbroken as me. 
In the diner, where I work inside the picture window,
the only devils that I meet are the ones that order coffee and pie.