pushin

80
hope to outlive
amber waves
undulating from clockwork
mechanisms not bound
to organic processes

and fluid displacement,
bile production
muscle contractions
souring taste buds
spots that have nothin,
nothing to do with liver

pulsing on timers
whirred and clicked
into motion based on
weight sensors and
magnetic rendezvous
with metallic salt rusted cadavers

maybe before the dead-line
beat of red flashes and sticks
to your wheels to
cell reproduction
maybe just pushin 80
i could sneak by

tail pipe snapshots only a blurr

metaprose at 23

I wrote this finally for
myself
- as in the self that needs
to have
convos

about nothing
going
somewhere - but in your head

ya'know?

'fore you forgot
it was always about
public confessionals

&

the art of looking
artistic
under microscopes
given out for free (so, so free)
at your first
spoken word ..jam..

and -
it might as well have been a literal, edible, delectable, empirical, jam

a stream of consciousness
into ...............time
.......................time
...........................time.time.time.
(use up it's meaning)
and/or
ry, ry,ry.....th, um?

thatfitsbetweentwowallsin
awayfrommicrophonesto
eardrumswewishwecould
awrittenitfirst

saying in seconds what
it took 23 years to brew

restraint

under bedroom canvas

Taught like the shear
Whining wires of guitar
Pluck (ed) in motion for response
In re(verb)eration

Rumbling through catacombs
Of thought about sound
He was rushed to answer his own
queries
Of morality

In cast spaces lined of ancient
Scar – ridden vesicles
Slowly to carry like
A mule in desert
Without water, without
A smile

Lacerations tempt a thinly shadowed moon
From protesting
Marked graves in a vast corridor of dusk

Slowly to tear thin membranes
Tear think tanks from crowded rooms
Tear a hundred soapboxes
From under

Consistent characters pace the scene
Line call
Line call asshole
If only a sermon had been prepared
And he didn’t have to improvise

With God’s WORD

Restraint from tearing

like a tear duct let loose in dim
alleyway cats lick it softly
like water but with milky sweetness
“these aren’t like tears” she said
"you changed the beat of your heart” he replied

You
from mind

Here ye, Here ye

Hey all, as if any actually checks this site out anymore. well, anyways if someone happens upon it,
i thought i would throw up the link to my myspace, cause ive loaded some of my acoustic noise thurrr. Thats about it. Enjoy. And dont eat meatballs, cause once someone found a fingernail in one, a cow fingernail.
.jesse.

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