Postmortem Remains: Interview with Writer and Artist Adora Lee

Postmortem Remains: Interview with Writer and Artist Adora Lee: "When did you start putting words together in the form of poetry and how would you describe your writing style?..."

Stand up Japan in a grotesque, goblinesque cabaret, far off and far away

All across the universe
 Stars splatter
My heart is the matter
Not knowing when to stop
a function, a promise, a purpose

Allegories, allegories
Piety, piety
We all fall down.
In my imagination
the universe is my vocabulary
Science is blasphemous
the conscious is astronomy

I looked into the eyes of an advertised shaman
Yellow pages, 'c' for "candy"
can pure imagination feed me?
A cached on personality
Indulging in bizarre business
such is life; and reality is scary
Who is innocent that seeks out adventure,
who is the smut that kisses off as a seerer
why pioneers go full throttle
it doesn’t take much if anything at all
if paying in sabotage is the toll
to help oneself believe
to see balance in what used to be a hole

Retracing what began
And ending it again
i live by the plur, for the plur, with the plur.
A snail like evolutionary pace
Puts practice into place
man was not meant to fly
Dimensions suspend within the holes of my eyes
Whispers withdrawing to unheard of loneliness
I play phunky fresh
spunky, hipper the hip.
A hispster straight from new hampshire
if you ask me a question
this is how ill answer
howd you get to be so sweet
my little buttercup
stay awhile
enact the oldies
hold me!

A given sense of entitlement and possession that isnt feminist.

I wake up in the mornin
set on doing nothin
dont expect too much from me
but i ask you at lease call me, mr. adora lee
I am human,
I am a mess,
you can call me a reck or a masterpiece
but i just want to be
mr adora lee.
I walk like a tragedy, talk like a tragedy
I walk like a tragedy, walk like a tragedy
I talk like a tragedy, talk like a tragedy.
Miss me, Ms. Me, Miss me.

Boo Hoo,
Hobo,
Wow Woe

She knew her left from her right
she knew how to put up a fight
she wasnt afraid to hit the bulls eye
she was known for her beauty
or, rather, famous for her insanity
she was just a girl
with a saw
and no one saw
aint no body to see

My momma put a spoon to my mouth
she taught me how to feed myself
Then I learned how to feel myself
I am nervously not nervous
with my delicate nervous system.
I am an empowered sexual being.
I am made of amazing things,
I suffer my faults,
I keep my tension in my neck
and my heart explodes shyly, recklessly, half hazardly, smartly all the time.
And my mind would rather be elsewhere
being the desensitized cool kid.

The crass challenge, the lure,
the finesse of the lore of innocence

The earth gives to me
I give myself to the world
I am Ms. Wall Flower and I miss will power.
lips lead us around from town to town
CLAP THOSE WEARY HANDS
Going to elevate & break the silence
STRETCH UP Y YOUR SPINE
The day marches on, let’s approach without mercy
A CONFIDENT BACK BONE
A decisive moment, heavy with empty 
THE SUNLIGHT ENTHRALLS HUMANS
The lingering  confront what is holding us back
WHERE ENTHUSIASIM COMES FROM

What have you met
when silence meets
My pupils dialate for an angel
I eat my own words with no favor leftover
to flavor to savor for my savior
I blow smoke up skirts
and dish out ready to serve

Heading nowhere bound
Molding the lace into a frown
Ribbons drooping down
A frown that sink into the ground
I don’t know anything
But the direction of confusion
Where have my bones gone
How do I hold on

I play hide and seek
On an  isle of longing
People don’t know what to do with me
And neither do I

The close end

Empathy
My shades
of lighter green
And of a darker blue jade
Embrace into the heart
Ying and yang...

Centered in-misaligned middles  
A birth, a bloom, a befallen petal
in yawn
the onset timelessness
in end
the dawn again
Just not done In
...to begin the surrender.
There are wars, my friends, to ponder

For backwards prayers, for innate wishing moments bygone here... 
who produce pollution, what education evolution, when peaceful solution
where planetary escapism, why seed asphyxiation   
hives are empty
how honey is disappearing. 


The childishness of zen, tolerates knavish ends
Circling naivety, accepting
Meditation on common sense

Welcome within
nervous seconds of rushed comprehension
adapt, ascend
and host unexpected changes
Polite manners help upright the scatter
laid once concealed, on a back burner 
by my strange ways.
 
This Schizophrenic tongue of me Astronomist song
cant form sentences
it sounds like
impartial indifference, enthralled bewilderment
overthought insanities, not philosophy
Young, genious does not become me
Here is the Universe
pushing and pulling
poles of magnetism interfering
The chemistry of fear and excitement fucking
there is the unknown
It is here morphing time
With revolutions beyond eyes
Priorities changing, chasing
open to interpretation, in the end intimate with that moment of place and time;
c'est la vie...the meaning cared to acquaire a mere dreamed remembered.
It takes biting a lemon to create.

Healing the pieces of the whole hole

Ask at the right time
With the right words
and  then
darling
just tend
to hope and harmony
Cause, baby
I dont know when
the perfect time is.
I have a mouthful of wrong words
So, dearest
Be a doll
and recall
I am not the fairest of them all.
In my fantasy
We begin,
to tend to hope and harmony
We end,
tending to hope and harmony.

Inward volts, inner faults.
Sit’s the frail heart
Committed to feel.

In the dirt my veins banded
there was the sound of ancestors pushing up daises
In an age of procrastination
causes and effects
reality and indigestion
Im going to harness on rockets
and teach discipline
Im going to breathe and listen
only misadventure is reliably available
Arrested and imprisoned, I didnt die on
I just sang a song
and got fined with non violent resistence

Oh my, this boy
said hi.
And in my dirty mind,
oh my!
but i was shy-
If I kissed him he might be traumatized
But I shouldnt need to convince him otherwise.
I'm bound to satisfy...

I'm not so care free
My body a timeline diagram.
The contours
the ins and outs
the ups and downs
Although healing is known to be slow,
Death’s pace, in comparison, crawls.

I was kept
I did not learn to keep
I was denying chemistry.
Basic simple,
Natural things.
You mutate eight arms just to manage time
and forage through makeshift forests
which mirror genious.

My heroes dont know who i am
I wish you luck
I wish you love
I wish you solace
I wish you sweet sleep
I wish you dandelion wine and fine burgandy
I wish you were dead
dont dissapoint me

With an out of sync patron
we're without our victory
with just bare strategy
with merely meak energy
we are feeble companions
I salute them
the words that dont want to be alone
the stories that want to be spent time with
what a vibrant moment
what an explosive experience
im left afterwards without wit
I am docile and distant
I fathom atrocities
impolitely prophetic, mystical politics
ends returning to beginnings
I lend you an impersonal narrative;
like a mirage off 'escapism'.

Work thy hands and keep thy goals

Cherry is the oak frame of her violin
A solo orchestration , she is a symphony. Conducting a flux of notes into bar codes. "Take care to be safe, you deserve it, you owe it yourself... there is a significant difference between loitering, responsibility, civility, and recklessness. This frigid world can't caress what it doesn't possess...but it promises to welcome you home."
In Brazil, Ideaz spread
Speaking innocent speech
Through Portuguese.
The day begins as a protégé
But proves it’s will
It’s protruding heart
Redeeming light to
Your shying face 
cooperation is the new nuclear strategy
I accept you
I have accepted me
I’m learning
How to bring imagination into reality
like the wind
Here I am and there I go
don’t trust in me or them
Ask questions
And be a terrortist
Manifest your destiny
Or else fate
Will carry you off
Up up and away
The beucratic role
Of being a remote control
Itself, is remote
Removed
Fairwell. I bid you to embetter
The ill of fate
I rue the lament at hand
In good company
I mend.
The same but different person

We go out of the way to get in our own way
Fairwell. I bid you to embetter
The ill of fate
I rue the lament at hand
In good company
I mend.

People Travel from society

Existence is
An inpatient pulse
only wanting appreciation
From my unknowing insubordination and speculation

We stroll
with hidden presence, open silence.
Obvious utter control,
Seen with complete non expression as our talent. 
The  common world was never enough,
it took too much

In this space of need to convince
I am prey

I am ambition friendly.
Eyes soaring backwards, taken by your good words.
The sky is your canvas, splatter upon it.
Don’t question it, don’t be so shy
to survive is to manipulate those close by
Use them tools, use your eyes.

Taught to suck it up and be quiet
If only to be barbaric…
Initiate, invoke
Provoke
Straight forward straight ahead
Straight from the heart
Intuition streaming from head to toe
Here I am and off I go
Immersing into something greater.
An eminent emergency
is greeting the difficulties
of over sensory.

As eyes reach out in a roundabout vortex junction playground dysfunctional mannerism
Full of awe, for the enthralled equation of existance
I dig into basic intuition to feel out the present options, like brail, to solve these blindening bones to pick.
One by one.
Manifest your destiny, because you are the greatest and most challenging in all that you will seek.

Theres an acknowledgement that exsists in silence
a private mantra amongst the public.
At last
In remorse, i kneel
in startiling acceptance
to what i cannot heal
In the fray of this arcade game
Pill uppers; tongue receives show stoppers
Tether up make shift balance
I don’t speak the language
Of your subtle hints
we are genuine, we are general, we are sincere, we are original.

Time suspends
Depending on the science
of wondrous slumber

Separating string beans on the plate
anger, violent green
I am what there is to hang around
And I hang
He is the trash in the dumpsters
While he litters his good luck
He has gone far, that shooting star
She is the smoke that she inhales
She is invisiblee as she steals-
Our breath away

Small panthers running,
Up and down
lost and found again
Lyle and lee
roam to and fro to be comfortable
Neither here nor there
From now, for now
Where do you grow?

Going 2 harnesses  rockets of discipline
Mubbel mubbel mubbel
Im a gubbel in a puddel
I can be anything that’s anytings
Cause that’s my way

Call me bohemi
With a lower case b
To emphasize subtlety
I met the world, clashing with its persistent dread 
A mosh of hate, to pit me in
Innermost ambitions collide with the vegans, prostitution, and infallible powers
I was drawn to the dearest, unfaltering Adora.
And found a home to enter...
have the decency to be there
Use me like a stepping stone, but i am not a skipping stone.
I was pleased to take advantage
got my confidence from freshly aborted teen age girls.
Stole my sex appeal
from pin up burlesque stars
Thought the dealers were philosophers.
I won’t deny I’m so bitter, that you can blame me for your failed life,
That I won’t even make the mistake of mentioning I don’t hate you twice.
Organic and unique
No clues, all expectations
We hurry fate, the nothing that’s coming
Punks cope as misanthropes
i'd tattoo the soluntion on me if i knew
how to save myself
from ruining this world
looking for answers
and marketing god as a game

Today is now toamrrow,
I am still unnoticeable,
I am still right here

Young
unsolved
adolescents
creep through this time warp of gender bending and dancing
while we whistle tons of tones of toons to the birds
All past maps were wrong
sent to bed, punished to live
life without bread
our rags will beat their riches

our strongest frustrations will fix our wrong fixations
Full of win, lessons lessen children
The twirl of lips is something so precious
Restrained in deep exhaustion
Kidnapped my youth by sleep
The sheets feed the tiredness that eats at me
Boredom robs me
when I dream I’m flying east
if I lose confidence I fall to land
People live
to not dare

inherit the footsteps of sheep
we read, feed, and hope to free them
their meals are them

If you have the wits to quit
then you'd wish i'd give in too
i get to kiss the obtuse
When corrupted little girls like me disrespect all authority and run wild with gas masks on the street
Helping Beggars and others to start to breathe
my shotgun can meet
and greet the tv
i dont quite have the wit to quit
as you can quickly witness

The U.S. has cracks for people to fall down, that depressing loss holds no shackle over the families who have nothing to gain or loose. Lucky bastards

You will never find content people, because they travel.
clearly in denial and must escape the local landscape
neither professional or pretty. I am a billboard of mockery
while your aloof in back alleys without allies
no survivors, no suprise, no pity
the doldrums are no fun
Music is Amsterdam, Holland tolerates it
Pink goggles and disposable clothes, I am a model under my veil.
Women and men don't smell like flowers and taste like lollypops, but I get daily reminders of how merely beautiful insignificance is
adored from afar
disease riddled boxes with rare infections

I see our souls traveling a case of stairs.
Don’t get me wrong, no one has to… stay there.
Jumping off the railing just may be better then being forced to be dragged to the bottom,
But the choice soon becomes choice less and its something we’ll all share.
I’m not living in the moment, because I haven’t built myself that way.
You push me down, you push me down, I’d rather live for some other day.
My mind doesn’t rest, but it rests at the next step.
I yearn to take the next step of my next step.
None of it has happened yet, but I’m there;
And I’m looking down at myself with a persist stare.
My friend travels one of those spiraling stair cases that brings him to high and low places,
He sees his own downfall, but he’d rather be reckless then push himself against a wall.
I see our souls traveling a case of stairs.
Don’t get me wrong, no one has to… stay there.
Jumping off the railing just may be better then being forced to be dragged to the bottom,
But the choice soon becomes choice less and its something we’ll all share.
My best friend lives for the moment (I envy her)
She hasn’t moved from her stair, and she doesn’t even give a fucking care!
She doesn’t know where it goes, she doesn’t want to know,
She doesn’t know where it goes, she doesn’t want to know,
She must be happy there, but she only thinks that’s as far as she can go.
Some figured I was a drifter,
A drug dealer,
A shape shifter.
Cat calls cracked, assumed me as a tramp.
They consumed me in a trap,
I was homeless.

Billy sang with heated lungs constricted
his yellow stained teeth and lip liner marked up jowls,
perfectly so
 leather gloved arm upon one red fishnet covered hip
sneered
headed off, tiptoing in six inches of stiletto heals
quickly leaving punch drunk crowd, he saw an old aging man,... utterly alone accept for the wrinkles that always accompanied him and his schizophrenic tendencies.
Pefect companions in crime?
He reached for the razor, and with his feminine touch pressed a kiss up his arm... fatally passionate
he staggered forward
Freshly fucked beautiful
And tried to strike a fiinal pose.
A mass vareity of exotic behavior in the pyre

The sunset aspires to rise

I know where my hands've been
In gods dirt digging
On this earth, far far away
I know whose hands will pray for me
I'll make a foreign scene
A home for me.
I  know where my hands been
up in the trees
Picking.

im insistint on consistent wishing
persisting that i will be
a better person,
but im not.
What can i do but offer
but to dwell further
on what my love can barter
Have the good in me fostered.

Arizona is mellow
I am the luckiet girl in the whole wide world.
I could just put on my straw hat
shade my eyes
hide under a blanket
rock back and forth
and wish i was dreaming
but I am wide awake and jittering.
And although spelling in this state
cloud be quite atrocious
i am s i n g ing
superfragilistixedpalidocious
Arid, Arizona is is rid of mellowness
superfragilisticexpealidoscious

To wake
With hope
When its known
There is no...
No humanity left
Not a spell
Nor a spec
So I just smoke on this cigarrette for the lord I repell
And just as well
Shoot this godless gun
And sing this pitiful song
Because I don’t repent yet
No, I still don’t repent
I live with necessary regret

The clouds are a perfect time capsule,

i need to look up more often to say hello

 

rays radiate from my stance,

moving upward and out of my hands,

from the a.m. 

till the day is done at dusk

and then all over again.

The mindfull pointless repitition

is a similar tradition

practiced by creatures of less

habit, worry, and obsession

 

All creativity is based on quantum leaps and uncertainty

a universal collective consciousness

 

 confront the recognition that I am being seeing and seen from, observing and observed from, a particular and localized point of view
face to face with the unknown

I obey by the fear, and the force of desire that forgoes having to make sense

i preserve a choice that voices me to vote to let go

Comfort is bliss but so in confidence

I have a duty, and god dammit its not romantic or poetic, its realistic not phrophetic on a scale of one to ten, it rates a moderate 5 on being pathetic

I am full of awe, for my awefull mistakes. My awefullness is just silliness, I dont have words for the great works taking place...

Walk, like it’s the coolest burden
And its traumatizing to see any lack of compassion
My heart has love to be loved
And has room for expansion
But my love is an inadequate extension of expression.
Je ressemble à un chiot perdu sans vous,
mais
alors je me rends compte que
je ne suis jamais sans vous.
Je ne sais pas quoi d'autre dire, ce qui peut je dire, il n'y a rien pour dire, mais
c'est la vie.

I WAS BORN ON THE WATER
BUT I WILL MOVE TO THE DESSERT

THERE ARE STILL MANY  MILES LEFT TO GO
BEFORE I REACH THAT TOWN-O

WHEN I AM WITH YOU
I AM ONTOP OF THE WORLD
For the sake of romance
I am beside myself

Haunted
the time calls for maleviolence
but we are still and silent
our adrift ship from loneliness, has sailed back again
we are but somber sober sailor friends
ultimately without point, in end, meaningless
Beautiful, but for a moment
Niave Naive, is every disappointing dependency

Dont rely on me to be complacent as a platonic acquaintance.
I shall not stay around
to tend another
boring observation of outlandish navigating.
Ego is
the fowl downfall of me
I am fated for what destiny seeks to jade me wtih
Almost entirely choice less as to what mistakes
Will be repeated
Let's go
Let go, we echo
But you will always remain to be
just A little bit of me
You’re a vulnerable man in a nutshell
I am but a unconfident woman with plans
When you see the traces left of me
I know well that it gives you hell
When you think of my life now, following a path in the sand
I hope it gives you hell.
You did wrong when you did me wrong
how right of you to do such a wrong
I dream of you almost every other night
and its not fair
no its not right
because you dont desrve my time.

to the woman i love the best
i wish i got to see
her pink secret

to the man who taught how to smoke ciggarettes
he made his pink secret
so obvious

chico has a pink secret
hiding in his pants
I am a whole lot of woman,

I am in a firm positon, to not makte this an easy situation

I believe i am at least a good friend.
I dont want to see you again

 

as far as a sole concern, i am holy concerned
with not being put in a corner.

I am bent on intent, and its obvious

 

that worry on your face
is common place
the worry that i face
when we're in the same space
I just want put it out
i cant spell it out

well, we'll just sour
we're just so over sweet and demure
the over powered senses can't be ignored or endured
and we're nothing less then romantic
and i promise there is nothing to it
its gone further then a magic trick.

And all that is perhaps judged as bad,
the times were still the best i'll ever have.
How is everything little thing?
Every pink elephant you carry,
how is my prononciation of pain coming?
It sounds like ive lost my diciotnary
for more primitive sounds.
You have such good memories coming
the hermit found a family finally.

I had a dream
where you and your new family could be seen
in front of a large crowd on the green
near a story teller, reciting
and I was far in the background

I am so tired of being me
I just want to be in hawaii

I dont feel so hot
i've had enough of all I got
I am the pink elephant
I wear the dunce cap
and I dont know whats happening
in where which direction I am going
i cease to exist in a stalemate of ignorance
I stretch and stretch into a more ackward position
without balance
I am water underneath the bridge. 

I go the places I go 
i now know the people i now know
because of you,
you own all the credit
for the junction you've developed and broke.
I can't make my own home
where i stand alone.

I tried az and california
and haven't stopped trembling since.
I sing the songs that were inspired by our love
I got any job done
because i was convinced i was cherished.
...and when i doubted what was good
and perhaps judged it as bad,
the times were still the best i ever had.
How is everything little thing?
...every pink elephant worthy to carry?
How is the pronunciation of my pain coming?
It sounds like i've lost my dictionary, and left all the answers that won't be
For more primitive sounds.

You have such good memories coming,
the hermit has finally found a family.

And i'm more alarmed then at peace
I want to be connected, intametly, with everything.
Instead of polyamory- I now have nothing.
I can't soft sell self love on my own behalf.

Well now
the time i started my day was ah 1:15
& she was 15

with taxes, the reciept was $2.15
& she was 15

the cost of the lawyer was ah $315 and the fine was $415

& she was 15

the date was five fifteen
& she was 15

The crowd numbered itself 615
& she was 15

I took a nap and went to work, the clock said 7:15
& she was 15

She was On my mind
815 times 915

& she was 15

I am an I
you are a you
and we are us,
surmounting to an elevated artform.

All I have known of art and love is gone

Its an
adorable incident
when my heart panics.
I would kick my ass.
Problematic zig zag patterns
I am a lunatic at large
with complicated communication.
In an intstant
I compare past,
inconsistent instincts
With comphrension enhanced
by some small percent...
buts its not enough
to accurately trust
Who doesnt deal with abuse
by clinging to what theyre used to

Is this as good as superficial sex gets? Cop a feel, does it appeal?
I've sensed your ruptrued breath.
Edible laughter that tastes of the past, culture, and insatiable joy
I've not found a bell whose sound wouldnt ring.
You can realize a lot of things if you care too realize anything at all.
Anything can be realized, if you care to realize anything at all.

Mental Health Trauma Zone, where wellness went further wild and recovery was rabbid

The girl who thinks too much
Never thought enough
To think just enough
Opposite tones, clock chimes, questionable amounts of time 
How to even begin
to date a begginning?
My mistakes, my confusion abound!

A perfect decline
molds the day...
A constant slope of dissatisfaction
an explotation, an overdose, an intention, an exception
An unrecogizable, artificial
Modern dilution
A pace away.

Down again
Up plights, polite commerciality
Vulgarity becomes the pretty little pitiful me
So sweet I wanna throw it up
From grey lips, a parade of cartoons explodes in a the math of rainbow puke
I am the child of  Woody Allen and Timothy Leary
My mother was ink and paper fathered me
My family is the company who deforested the legacy of truffala trees
Autism is the norm,
I was warned
A road to independence
wilted innocence.
My doubt is rooted, collected as a toy trophy
I am pinned to live in surrender to the blossom of chaos
To be ripened bittersweet.
Encroaching soft moss
crossing my chess, choking my throat,
Bathing in ash.

I never was, but have been like a child
Like a innocent ghost, an age aged, housed in suffering
Encased by the mode, of an encoded nation. 
welcoming shamans to a war zone, to step in,
Abundantly well equipped, with love instead of binary transcriptions.
Fueled tragedy, ruined me
following a path in the sand

Buzzards
Who invites such vice
of panic and pain
Its the flute played
by the green skeleton, in vain.
Remember the fee of philosophy
neither one, won or defeated
I am restless, in a cemetary of intimidating concepts.
Unfortunates 'welcome adventure'
like luck is a changeable factor. 
...an corrupt era as hollow as ever.
Mine graceful gratitude, the sincerest endeavor.
Happiness shines like failure.
You no good, good for nothing.
Residing in insensibility
A advocate of validating hapless
Helplessness.
The loss you have, does not leave.
Pipe dream, bigger then a Cadillac.
Blank except for vanity.
that begets loneliness, befitting the choices
Preserving anguish.
loosing a chance for peace.
Speckled with the filth of poverty.
Slowly,
Growing quit sewn
in a quilt of silence
Fabricating violent voices
set for riot!
Purity pursues though,
Reality, less then acute.
Suspects set the stage for a vulnerable play.
Redialing to call forth insanities, and select a few stains to clean.

Ask me how I took my coffee yesterday…
I took it personally, I think I’ll say.
And then it’s fermented tea till nine, a drink too divine to swallow…
I plan this loneliness ahead till ten p.m.,
though the unexpected rush eventually sets in.
Today isn’t special,
splattered by coffee despite my attempts to not be sloppy.
The hint of the scent of cigarettes
all over my body,
that’s the kind of smoker I am.
A few precious hits, and then it’s time to split.
Walk through the rest of the day…carrying these stains
with no hopes to get them out.

A bullet called scify is my reality

I wake up in the Morn'n
Set on doin' nothin'
Dont expect much from me,
Just ask me to be- Mr. Adora Lee
I am Human,
I am a Mess
You can call me
A reck or a masterpiece,
I just want to be called
Mr. Adora Lee.
I walk like trajedy
I talk like a trajedy
Baby, I dont even know what to do with me...
I walk like a trajedy, I walk like a trajedy
I talk like a trajedy, I talk like a trajedy
Miss me, Ms. Me, Miss Me

It is what it is...
It is, It is, it surely is
And its nothing
thats what it is
who wants to be nothing?
who wants to be it?
We surely were something,
we was, we was, we sure was.

This is where I left the isolation
Choosing between truth and fiction
traveling in friction...

I need direction to perfection,
refusing logic or pattern
0 and 1 over and over
in constant abstract expression

I pilgrimaged to see
the intangible things behind a static screen
And I was saved on account of my lack of safety
My speculated disease
is my tongue in cheek
priveleged opportunity.

I am an adult void of proper foundation, school standing, or financial backing.
With a reckless resume, filled by days without an account of point or responsibility.
Some ambition to nuture, here
some motivation to volunteer, there
I was a trauma survivor.
Anti this, aeithist that
failure is just one hat I wear
under the average american standard success...
Happiness equal to self mutilation and obesity
Its only opinions and philosophy, only desire and injury.

Its all inspiration and no tact,
meeting the status quo never changed someone's status
ive been aware for awhile
Now, is infinitely pivotal.
Unconquerable time,
hasnt the claim to be sentenced,
prior, for later.

All the ackwardness present in all that I'd do,
illustrates concept
not tricep.

My sanity is married to unfaced, subsurface dreams.
Life's made me a dyke.
I'm left with breathless laughing and gasping sighs,
and that how
why at this time
the essence of my conscious
hides in high favor of comfort.

Just to just cope,
to protest the unavoidable
since indifference didnt bid the lonliness away.
In indecent descent
pierced, punctured, and akin to the likes of waves
akin to a momentum,
as caring as to be carried
off into the distant
with the prescence of music as therapy.

The same old clouds,
the same as the rest.
Just the same old clouds,
the same as the rest of them all.
Sound check,
I hear an echo of vibrations repelled back
This is the universe's soundtrack.

Repelled by a somber not sober sailor rebel friend, Alone with Drugs

A hand
enters into mine
and holds it.
Oh, Owned by the handling of narcotics
a blessing, two bridle balance
to my petulant, pestilent stance
The thrill, instantly becomes me.

Miss mere observer
missing her far fetched relief
Dissapearing under summersalts of chemistry
ABC, DMT, THC, LSD, X Marks the Spot, And I dont get any Z's
Under the pulse of
heavy inhumility

Gasoline is my cup of tea and
If you ever hurt me
I could burn it all down
Unintentionally
It'd be jerk-knee.

The wild rocketing idiot of all of Bohemia India
As stought as a totem pole
As straight as a rainbow

In a state
of Checkmate

...fleeing under the footsteps of Furheir’s dance!

...Sent into another caffeinated
realm of hell 
Roaming, in hunt for god
With golden gloved fingers…
Un-innocent...
All happy trigger.

Big ole’ pupil eyed girl
Got the vision to view...
The whole big world.
See into the tares, the empty holes
where sockets casket the corpses of eyes,
Observing the convoluted view
Of vulgar compulsions, staggered motions
A sickening struggle, a glimpse of
The eclipsing internal turmoil.

Clearly,  miss taken with the aid of ridilin.
Constant quiet, discrete dissatisfaction.
I can shape shift a makeshift candle out of this city’s gravel piles;
Like a hopeful seemed smile.
Some grit to suspend the high highs, low lows.
Beside the yonder toxic water
At night in a curvy brick corner
Leaning on a cement pillar of a car bombarded bridge
Under the artificial lights
That police station as watchtowers...
oh, thankful fright.

Fear is anything that unravels the established,
Fear nothing, if anything.