deadman: who are you really?

[dead man]

i've got an hour or so
to make an mountain of gold

sour lips to sweet nothings. we've empowered our own
insecurities with solitude and cowardice, only
together for moment while we shower and soak
powder trips, mouth music. spraying Shout on upholstery
while we shout at each other. then go about it alone
yesterday i watched you picking flowers to throw
on Gabriel's grave. orchids, poppy and rose
so carefully, you only chose the prettiest blooms
as if he was alive to see whatever we used
it was beautiful. i loved you in that moment, in full
your faith / your god / your passion, its invulnerable
while i live inside of disbelief and body and mind
D'evils take me down a notch one thought at a time
your power is unshakable. my life is a joke
money / motive / makers mark and lighters and smoke
guide me back to empathy, i'm searching for hope
skipped past all methodology and learned the results
burdened by my appetite for women and power
starved for affection. fasting intermittently now
stand outside myself and feed this energy cloud
we live and die and in-between we figure it out.
thats all i've ever stood behind
rhyme & rhythm wunderkind
mapping out reality in font selections underlined
how'd i ever get this far?
regressive traits: the webinar
copy/paste my catalogue -
dead already if you've read it all
Dragon's flame my weapon art
sword ablaze and swinging hard
slash into your skull before you get a chance to pick a card
half gorilla Minotaur, shorting circuits system off
now that the room is dark and quiet:
tell me who you really are





dm

[oats]

I'm dead already.

This is one of my favorites of your recent oeuvre.

[oats]

I'm dead already.

This is one of my favorites of your recent oeuvre.