PORTAL

[dead man]

corpus callosum
bonded close like swords in a stone
velour black sorcerer robe. lounging in a forest of locusts
snap apart your cartilage and cortical bone
judo chopping plates in half like portion control
bored of this whole shit. still the portal is open
draw me in like charcoal bricks and portraiture poses
lord of the snow, mongol warrior swap fortune for blood
axe inside his temple and a fork in his tongue
smoky lung. king cobra clutch when our endorphins are rusty
i guess keeping it in check wasn't important enough
we threw our paper money into corporate corruption
invested all our organelles in mortgage and trusts
chemic instability, deplorable function
when getting out of bed requires a poisonous drug
you know you're fucked.





dm