I Attempted Suicide And All I Got Were These Lousy Medications

I have exhausted the limbs of salvation
By doing absolutely nothing with everything
Grandfather clock coughs by the seconds
We shall harmonize, he and I
Burning cancer to choke out desperation
Freight train in my guts derailed from the smoke
I shit out steel and bones after every meal
And then cut myself on the remains
This world would be dead if I wasn't drained
But the western hemisphere is going numb anyway
None of it really matters at all
These pacifiers in an orange bottle I suckle
They only delay the digging of an honorable exit

Deocoding Organic Material

Nothing to say. Searched through the sewer with its bone pipes and gray matter waste. Most people can form ideas from memories of past events they were never involved in. Call it a major religious experience, epiphanies gained from CRT and binary deities. Oh yes, they are all in on this conspiracy. These gods hide behind radiation pulling the strings like some mythical NWO. Their flock graze suburban fields and chant pop songs mixed with indecipherable acronyms. You could say these followers are "graverobbers' but then you wouldn't be any different. Neither am I.

Let's Get Silly!

(...motherfucker)

My eyelids are stapled to the ceiling

Like some conscious-torn cartoon character

Floating over lesser obstacles with apathy

Boil my brain in water with some NyQuil

It smells like so many serapphim

A Call To Flabby Arms

Here we go. I'd give the time and place of this writing but none of that really matters. All that's important is that we are here and dreaming with our eyes open. We are told to believe the world is rotating when humanity remains in stasis. Politicians and celebrities scream “progress” while forcing us to walk backward. We follow with a smile and a veiled insult, hypochondriacs yearning for freedom but too terrified to bend our bars. Some of you our probably saying “Yeah, he's right! When and how do we start the coming revolution?” And the answer is I don't know or give a damn. I was born into this afterbirth like all the other dead cells with nothing but my crippled motivation and tendency to complain. Life is an asylum and God is in all our heads.

Carnival 2.0

(...you're a wretched pig)
I am lovely
Content with defective blemishes
(they stick out like bloody stumps)
And at peace with celibate weekends
(you don't even exist)
Though doubt melts to my cerebellum
I remain steadfast and confident
(your paychecks are signed with failure)
Blocking out that screech
Of someone I refuse to be
Buds in the ears and a monitor in front of me
(you cannot block out God!)
You just have to let that feeling go
And feel good about yourself
(but no one one else does)
All that matters is YOU!
Do not let others dampen your fortitude
(it's all dead wood)
For doubt can kill you
(I've done it several times before)
I am perfect
I am happy
I'm on top of the world
(jump!)

Richard Chase's Famous Chili

Balance the equation, let integers lie
Glance at dead nations as leaders cry
Basement blues turn skin dead white
Cement hues burn inspiration's height
Relate not to those with branded skin
A state coddled in candid sin
No, let them grace suburban farms
Grow dim in their locust swarms
For you know the truth about it all
Score the blow before society's fall
Paranoia, the only thing needed
Euphoria above their breathing defeated
Never speak or show what you feel
Forever bleak is all that's real

Class It Up

(thanks to Alex for the image)


You can chip away the fragments of my skull

But don't be disappointed when all you find is tinfoil

It's conscientiously dreaming above your laws

Free of your failed economy and contagious dyslexia

My motive is behind suits and fancy desks

Tyranny cannot be overthrown with simple protests

Violence is the only thing these bastards understand

They'll say I'm a murdering coward, that I'm unstable

When this political wasteland has been unbalanced for years

An eye for an eye and a piece of steel for a figurehead

If I had my civil rights than this message would've never happened

The literate thinkers will awaken to the new currency

And I will stay here, dreaming and pleading the fifth

God Bless/God Damn

Our parents intercepted the cell signals
Hijacked the towers with ancient verse
Now the purpose is perfectly ingrained
Brains filtered through unread pages
They say “let Heaven absorb every midnight.”
It's been dark for a thousand years
And all the candles are wax over forlorn mouths
We wasted them trying to read stone tablets
Commandments will not save your children
The trenches are overpopulated with bullies
Byproducts of animosity don't give a damn
Look in their eyes and see the real true
When you were bloody and ashamed again
God didn't reach out his hand, as believed
Just another friend with a thousand backs turned
Childhood stumbles by, punch drunk and traumatized
What do we believe in if there is nothing for us?

Lupus

Sidewalks of our old neighborhood detached themselves from distorted roads. The concrete serpent constricts me from time to time. It's the only embrace that's really true. A woman with red skin avoiding the sun like her emotions. Used to nothing other than death. Every want I had was punished with a trip to the prison you constructed in your yelling. Condemned to feel sympathy for things I didn't understand. There were middle schoolers writing my condemnations in the hallways and beautiful women trying to burn me from their minds. My nylon fantasies boiled worry in that heart you occasionally put in the refrigerator. Our home was my shanty asylum where the armed villagers could never find me. Contact is cancer. Today everything is gone. The safe home whittled away with your immune system. Society grows on my conscious like malignant cells. Touch me, embrace me like I never did. Bring back the days of the first diagnosis. I'm holding on to a stone body with your name etched in it. And years...