infected with the larvae of one million gnats…

I'm calling today to let you know;
The awful reign has just begun;
The reason I collapsed my lungs;
It has begun.
So here I am, my love;
Trapped in the quagmire.
By the morning, it'll be all over;
And you'll wake up with the sun peaking in;
Spitting its flares, bathing you like it's your first day on Earth.
Next time you see me, just ask.
I will try to explain.
I might be at a loss for words, but that's OK;
Everything I say is meaningless anyway...

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the cedar lake

floating in a lake.
night. dead quiet.
water is a sheet of endless black.
cradling brown cedar clinging to skin.
slide beneath the surface and fall asleep looking at the blurry moon above.
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<<< come >>>

So, your eyes are closed. I'm proud of you. Perhaps if you ate the fucking bark like I told you, you'd still be able to look at yourself. I never wanted to fuck it all away, but the distortions made it painful and orgasmic. Well, welcome to hell, you rotten fuck. I hope the trees tear away from their roots, leaves screaming for water, coming for you where you sleep. And crush you. Blind you. Murder your lust and lick your wounds. This is what you asked for -- so allow me to shoot myself in your mouth. What do you think of your filthy God now? Lost and twisted, celebrating your desire for things you will never have. Punished. Slightly melodic. Totally hypnotic. Under those trees you see above, I lie naked, bruised and wanting, breathing shallow and hard as rock. Come find me. You'll be sorry.

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the birch in the woods near the dry lake in which i drowned my sense of belonging...

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arch street

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the barking of dead dogs

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eye...

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bush house hotel, quakertown, pa

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self

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asleep at the wheel

... yes, it's true, i'm asleep at the wheel;
longing for attention and a decent laugh.
yes, it's true, i'm tortured... so what?
take a stab at this, stab at this.

and to think it's all come to this;
one blinding flash, and the horizon is gone.
sink our souls into the swirling black,
and inhale as if we even had a chance.

yes, it's true, i'm asleep at the wheel;
dancing and laughing in your headlights.
hit me once again with those eyes i love;
and run me down, run me down.

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moon. trees. house. november 2005...

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