[Lindel]

my cup
as always

runneth over. blood in my cola
waking up from something like a 100-month coma
dustier. older. grumpy. unfocused
swollen. puffy bolus. rusty trombone song composer
decomposed. head and shoulders
knees and toes, lean in closer
whisper in your ear romances i should've told you
when it mattered more. the matador. bullshit, its over
secrets tell themselves in time. it's darkroom exposure
beachside foyer. Naples / Palm Springs / Sarasota
sit there for a while until we smell melanoma
hang it up and carry on. the
shadow puppet Paragon
rocking chair, a bad toupee, a Wheel of Fortune marathon
Americana
Live as though nobody really cares about it
cause Michael Jackson's overdose still
overshadows Farah Fawcett
terracotta soldiers. buddy we've all got our marching orders
walk the line like Johnny told us
Fall, make sure you're falling forward
call me on my kitchen cordless. tell me how unique New York is
blow me kisses, punch my organs
Still pay for your hair appointment
selfish fucking failed abortion. i stay here out of ceremony
pay tribute to our younger selves
nostalgia strangely parasocial
therapized as babies. gave us stimulants and privacy
meditation : medication : methylphenethylamine.
white-coat pharma contra. ye harbingers of sympathy
cheated on their SAT's. now they rule the embassy
baggy jacket skinny jeans
post-grunge junky energy
i promise if i die tonight, i'll ask no one to visit me
dont forget my order, please: cigarettes and whiskey, neat
Liquified my insides but my Skinsuit still resembles me
Netcee in my chemistry. savant and retard synergy
i been doing this since 15
since computer labs and little league
Brother Ali - Missing Teeth. graffiti in the city street
tipping over port-a-potties. innocent, but viciously
doesn't matter anyway
i always end up doing this
i love you for your foolishness
because thats really you

where to begin

years old, barely an infant
married to this sickness. better bury it with us
set your flag ablaze, pride & patriotism
burnout alveoli w/ American spirits
my tarot was written
in sherry stains on blankets and linen
barrel aged in Cherrywood. preparing to drink it
Jonestown my whole style. its very religious
mixing up our arsenic w/ Strawberry Mystic
it's already printed. i'm merely sharing the pictures
that flash across her drywall during heroin binges
deadman, derringer click. revolver positioned:
personality turned portrait. Leonardo Da Vinci
call in your witnesses. the raven, it listens
circling round snowfields like a carrier pigeon
Luciferian prince. Blackrock carving a kingdom
Southside of the mountaintop where Mary was christened
we were Blood brothers. Seraphim sisters.
sons of Judah, daughters of Vixens
mutilating masses with our parent's permission
Call of the Siren. nowadays its nary a whisper
only question left to ask is

where does it end





/

inhale


try to repent or die where you rest. writing for stress
cyanide vitamin X - Mr. Myers presents: macabre microchip sense
five of them, yes - taste the silence of death
touch pollutants. tight grip around Osiris's breath
how can it hurt when you don't even have a life to regret?
strove to catch a break and caught a virus instead
is circumstance or instinct why we strive for success,
we buy to possess. which price is the best? excitement or sex?
acrylic surface canvassing inside of my chest
framework force-fucked by impact like a bicycle wreck
nag champa incense, psycho, dyslexic, wives to dissect
lying in beds. white sheets stained with their myelin in shreds
lighting the cess, copa cabana, island events
nitrogen dipped white owls, high powered, hydrogen vents
hybrid of flesh, soda cans, bronchitis and strep
lighters to flick, connections to make, vaginas to wet
migrant dimensional, we're here for now, the cycle is set
psychic ascents to higher frequencies. Disciple the dense,
Blacketh the blind, Gawdian grandiose, entitled to flex
He who died for false enlightenment and tried to repent.


exhale

You see,

Scar sullied the circle of life with his hyena pack's vagrant ellipse
Sunshine hides - its guise is of a pagan eclipse
Look beyond parental doting to where Satan exists
in algorhythmic form that not even the Matrix resists
as Agent Smith's throne morphs into where Damien sits
Center stool, alpha swag, bitches beggin' for dick
Alzheimers jargon strokes peeling paint from her lips
Trinity...nebuchadnezzar Neo, Morpheus schizo chrome
Olympic feat: obelisk of Theodosius' hippodrome
even leaders are led, son, and his was by the will of Rome...
Y'all softer than pillow foam, I soul flow sketch with the lead
extract beautiful memories from homeless wretches I've fed
black hole journey, honestly didn't stretch to my death
but time travelled - the colors added a edge to my breath
Testaments read: "SPITZ is right, science speaks from the foulest chest
Black holes aren't killers - I went in and met the tootsie roll owl instead
not as insidious as gay werewolf howling gets."
Keep living - money, women, sour burning in white owls and techs
Sexual energy transmutation, cursing ink quill on the prowl for sex
Rorschac blot...
a picture of me - maniacal laugh, throwing in the towel in jest

powder inject, for an hour or less. spoon & a rope
cubic zirconium, half human half opiate. super lucid approach
lucy looser than most. this floozy knew she provoked
a mutant, mutilant, gross - grotesque, illusory notes
used to indulge my psyche using beautiful quotes
wrote em down. computers broke when i tried viewing the post
so fuck it, flying higher than jet fuselage coasts
first-classy as a motherfucker, usually coach
i'm truly a hoax. juxtaposing inconclusive and final
our music is tribal. hip-hop will see it's future in vinyl
we all revolve according to the usual cycle
but every human is vital. there is no group in survival
there are no idols. only animals are better than you
watch me prove it, holding circumstantial evidence true
spiteful, angry, paranoid. i'm negative, blue
forgot who i was writing as a testament to
maybe GG Allin. Joseph Stalin. Eminem, Wu
rocking letterman jackets over my skeleton suit
i'll be here for years to complement your wretched abuse
log on to change your brain into a vegetable / fruit
now take a sec to recoup,
as New York Spitz a ball of phlegm in your soup
i'll crescendo to an ending point. is death a recluse?









†


check






sporadic at best. photographic arrest, developing sight
paragraphs parasitic to write. the bible mentions me twice
fooled you once. acoustic rhythm taps molecular life
bearskin percussive set in maple. rawhide, stretching it tight
til instrumental delight is something easily played
green serenade. kudzu vine, whip cracks, leafy meringue
minimalistic, semi-consistent, clearly deranged
sentence derivative like collective experience, deleted or saved
believing is pain. peace is the raindrops buzzing at noon
until it reminds us that we've got something to do
sunrise dusky as dew. hustler pursuits in a duster, adieu
i'm off to look for substance to use. to fuck or to screw?
taking life for granted like it's custom for you
while i try to cherish every single lunch i consume
lustful and crude, love is abuse. i've cued a diversion
to discover love is simply what you'll do for a person.
music is purpose, beauty to worship, chiseled in stone
all we ever needed was a picture to hold
impressionistic repose. print still-life digital prose
watch it come alive. then kill itself with a rope
it's sacrificial, it's bone, dynamic socially strained
built an empire in my bedroom just to throw it away
microbial waves. throne in his grave, growth and decay
scribble multiples on multiple pages. but only today
i don't mean to be meaningful. just composing in vain
zirconium blades, open my brain to let neurosis escape
floating parades, globalized like xenophobia, AIDS
Alice's hole was her slavery, now she's holding her Chains
smoking flame, opiate-based, glass-blown bowlful of haze
behaviors trace what biometric coding engrains
total disdain for methodology, dogmatic determinists
chaos captured Copernicus. a field of wrathful conservatives
passing for rational persons, nails scratching the surfaces
soon
there will be blood
better fasten your tourniquets.






A. MADDEN


-



Are you living, breathing, and acceptably conscious?
Please blink in your beady, TV scheduled responses.
We've been tied to our bretheren by 3D ventricle vomit,
but to succeed to our fullest, is to peel off the centripetal clauses
of this tealish and globular vehiclular-comet. I feel it more.
The Lostness. As if my dreams have been sequenced
in cloth, strummed across helicore- sponge clean cement floors
with the still-running maw of my dungeon-breathed boss-
'Tune into FUBAR 24.7 from sun-up to closure,
and catch the odd composure of our off-melodic funeral rock,
the slackjaw Top 20 Hit, "Bossanova in Keyboard" by Cubicle Sloths.
They beseech you, crude cross emphatic, that -IMAGINE IS GOD-
as they spooned you proofs mathematic that the truth of all magic,
lies in inadequate bias towards thematics of science, reason & thought...
before the breach of a contract was unsleeved in Briefcases, by Glock.
I'm not pleading for off-brands. Not steeling my skin
for the singe of the sympathist's sin, not sobbing with God-Hand
as we sped along familiar flaws along Akina's twists.
Saccharine bliss met rhetoric raw in midst of Nazareth fogs,
subliminal Vatican slop. Sorry if my bible refs are token and basic.
I'm slipping this centerfold a seminal code, at request of the matrix-
apologies, Tron. You'll never know the ending nodes won't awaken
again in the Kingdom of Hearts. Confess, I can't bury the CDs,
jay pegs, readings, the vids or the lyrics.
But I can set them in boxes, and never go near them.
Lived 1000 lives within life, professor emeritus leaving
to find I haven't experienced much.. the American species
would have me believe this bucket of ashes from Kansas
is just dust in the wounds of a madman.
The dreams never change.
I am lost in somebody's forest.
Facial features darkened, the silhouettes were expected,
Wearing no spark of resemblence- recognition regressive.
So his song will evade you, since nostalgia's forsaken you
in an attic-set labryinth that switches every play-through, and listen,
Happiness happens. Misery's the shit that makes y'all revisit.
Time to keep rhyming these steely, eulogical rivets,
Someday you'll find it's you thats gone missing.



someday



someday you'll find a receipt. and wonder
how much time a person buys in his sleep, for under
twenty six dollars and a sigh of relief
just wait. capitalism says you'll die in a week
the thunder bellows. walls separate, enlightenment leaks
cracking spiderwebs like rainforest, islanded beach
sandy seminars, my scholarship - the science of dreams
dissertations due the night you believe. try it and see
iron microchip sequences cyber viruses, freeze
typewriter whiskey and water, lantern lighting, serene
masks off.
look around. your eyes are likely a leash
another diagram is right underneath. devoid in-between
Saria's Song on saxophone to silence the screams
lighting trees til there's not a drop of blood on the leaves
seems we're all looking older now, as summer recedes
smell the roses. stick your nose inside their fungus & sneeze
wonderland, the wunderkind, please. it's a natural trait
mathematic, abrasive. abacus factory-made
chained myself to the moment. made an elaborate escape
cause i never had anything interesting to say.
satisfaction's like a castle with palladium gates
or a class where every student's either absent or late
Split halves into 8th's, punch timecards, passion can wait
clockwork for bread. spread another crack in his face
Rhode scholars, camouflaged as addicts or saints
cocaine catholicism. pray they'll pass you a plate
valleys and lakes, rivers and tides, you live or you die
shut the fuck up or become the very thing you despise.
we're lost without a clue. but i was simple to find
in the cubicle where Kublai Khan and incubus lie
olympus will rise, like spinal column shifting chemical mind
there's paradise in poppy seeds, wisdom in wine.
if mission is rhyme - sip slow and let our documents shine
envisioning crime to serve justice like optometrist prime
for homogenous tribes in this particular groove,
religion is viewing different shadows on a similar moon
triforce when logic fails to hum a resonant truth
on forest frequencies too ancient to remember their roots..






think again






SKULLKID

-




it's a quarter to soon
she'll be here at now to torture me blue. orange and maroon,
oozing warmer than strudel in a porcelain spoon
be immortal as you. imagine dragons, oracles too
as the forest resumed, forage for food, with night vision
but drew a Blanc like cork & a screw. black/white zinfandel
Marine machine. the Infidel, the Corps is a suit
like aces high when rivers die to quench a fortunate few
write, regurgitate these words. iAm Lord of the puke
help her gag reflex, relax like a gorgeous masseuse
meta-morphine abuse, pain damager, Kevorkian knew
that death is love. theory's incomplete before execution
it's more than the truth. fuck i'm ignorant, ignore me, rebuke
it's these narcissistic tendencies that force me to use
metaphors or a slew of linear coordinate cues
to reorient the normative views, rhyme orbital loops
around disorder to prove there's nothing formula-proof
corporate pursuits, money ordering troops. private exchanges
illuminate the Serpent's eyes like diamond engagements
silver knuckles certified, Michael tyson in paper print
ideas ancient as Iliad. Iller than all your top 5 Homer-sapiens
Divine Anglican, angel wings are depictions of vultures
feeding on the corpse of our derivative culture
Ultra-violation, cyberspace invented to hibernate
how can we connect if our intention's to isolate?
it's how we operate. adaptive psychophysical ratios
reacting to that shit on the radio. shifting endlessly,
it only takes a moment of anger to distance empathy
or a bullet wound to confiscate a lick of integrity.
in this second, i'm happier than i'll ever be, intentionally
but only because nobody will remember me .. i'm sorry
thankful for the memories. the endorphins accrued
but i'm stuck inside the cortisol blues, torturing you
cause it's a quarter to soon.
the time is NOW, make your amends -
chain yourself to almost, stop, and wait for the then.

-


samurai soul. self sacrifice who sat in a grove
watched the valleys grow to cityscapes and vanish below
it could be simple. like a ripple in a glass of merlot
a flash of the bulb, grainy photograph, thumbtacked to a post
let me relax. pass me a bowl. inhale. catch me a cold
keep our conversations light. mindset blackness. the crow
flamethrow the industry. incinerate her majesty's throne
embers ashy like your knuckles when you wrinkle your nose
have a toast. when we celebrate it's laughter and jokes
then it's reminiscing. buried issues. acid we dosed
alleyway and misdemeanors. phantoms and ghosts
we've never crossed the cliffside. but we have to be close
take notes. abstract smoke until we've graveled our throats
live in squalor but we dream inside a palace of gold
i've decided to go. summarize the visit, tell me goodbye
fare thee well synthesized. doors that slam in the night
desert sand and pentagrams and mescaline highs
not another vice is so self-centered as pride
don't let me down, just let me die. every sentence is fine
tuned like blues musicians in a century's time
exhibitionistic emperor who's dressed to resign
the Peoples Temple accepted me then left me behind
death in your eyes. becoming beautiful is only a slice
away from bathtub runways and celebrity life.
open you twice, steel wool stitch design recapture your light
before the black is permanent instead of alright.
gnats and mice. pork and rice, pad thai dinner arrangements
kissed her grave just to think about how bitter it tasted
that sinking sensation, all too familiar, let it dissolve
alka seltzer. aspirin regiments and medicine balls
telephone calls collect like a fortunate lick
i've been victimized by imitation more than a bit
his lordship. mighty morpheme power laser equipped
horseback ranger with an arrow pointed straight at your neck
leave me exempt. forget your hall of fame and respect
probably rated best. i haven't bothered to check
molten lava. magma melodies that melted the wax
whether crystalized or fluid our intelligence stats
candles and chrysanthemum, that sensory snap
crackling like cherrywood. that's Frank with an axe
make me detach. watch it petrify and fade into blue
i'm only strange serendipity like you..

Evil looms of a tyrant, rumored throughout history as clues of a titan..
'cruel as it's violence pursuing this life and piercing moons with a silence',
haunting whispers deafen sounds in depths of a nether dimension
'sharper than water, more silent than air and spread through every ascension
be it thy deadliest message it comes stalking every death that it beckons,
one swing of his scythe bellows blistering sighs vexed with a vengeance,
'tis the black maw of hexes embellished with hellish elements of malevolence;
turn a regiment to excrement in tourniquets' merciless' deception's testaments;
put the world in detriments with my mind that is desolate spewing pestilence,
blood'll leak through your pours as you feel grue, turned blue; fueling an exodus,
gifts that're demonically inclined unearthing; stewing the fumes as an exorcist,
drew from its crevices... stains blanketing floors with sin and bewildering whims;
thou ecliptic doom be an arisen wound lay on a hilt of their kin;
chills in the wind lay siege; hate breeds; pining the kill of a king;
bound in the beginning; "o' heartless one.. the city of Tarsis' son",
bringer of death, the linger of heaven, hell and the Darkest sun,
from harlots and charlatans put in eternal slumber's artist dun -
to the chilled still of a witches tongue lay a grim hindered love,
wind's churn a withered curse; loosening grips of shivered burns;
those that have blamed plague made waste of their coveted omen,
loveless, ferocious; lusting and hopeless as a plummeting crow brinks,
foreshadowing logic; "non compos mentis"; being thee ominous retribution,
calm as I lessen illusions of lies fusing inside a crucifix of gruesome alignments;
awry with chaos, disorder, I crave God's adornments; A misplaced arch of lordship,
bellowing through ancient; seeping through every crack of pavement,
witness the sky fall ashes of cataclysm that ever-last evisceration,
silhouettes of my doppelganger's constantly follow you, all of you,
embedded within every one of your souls, driven 'till your call of truth,
you beckon thee among exit scenes, I now come as this pawn in rouge,
slaying every one faux in lieu of the throne, this is you who has chose,-
every sickly woe in the folds of eternity that emerges the queue of penumbra;
summoning every apparition's gloom, set forth wickedness; strew with it's comer,
you lay under my cover of night, storms churn for me as I am the drummer of blight,
cometh o' might which not even a God to attest thee; unleashing vortexes funneling light...
Death shall begin as I awaken bringing fires to rages, squires in faceless dismay,
ashes will be o' the coming of all beckoned courageous; decayed; for this place,
where rigor mortis be laid, rooted from the stems of history traced in the graves...