Tastes like cold fruit
Smells like delusion
Feels like survival
Looks like confusion.
Deadpan daydreams
Of darkness, Black Death,
Die a little every night
Speak in whispered silhouettes
Like a wisp of cigarette
Toxic and malevolent,
Silent and sublime
The cancer tasting heaven sent.
I’ve been stand-stumbling
At the edge of the apocalypse
Living lost in locking lips
Sliding into cosmic crypts.
Knocking knees in the cosmic breeze
Looking up at Gods, they tease,
They ask me what it means To be
Alive and railed on energy.
Where is the Fullest
How do I live it before life empties me?
Augmenting my chemistry,
An existential spending spree.
Humans, masters of conceit
We’re defined by the words we eat
We’re denied by the final sleep
We’re supplied with the will to keep
Keeping on
Even in the sandstorm of uncertainty
But bury me and turn the key
I’m lusting for Eternity .
Scatter
My ashes through the Galaxy
Through the vacuum
Send me Home and I’ll float happily.
But first give me more decades
To search for more connections
Leave me on Orion’s Belt
but leave me with less questions.
Paper Street Diaries 