broken glass

[big baby]

if you read deadman you could put together that he was atleast not black- if that was your presumption. even though he doesn't say it, his mystique is rather blatant if you read closely. though it shouldn't and doesn't matter. i guess for connectivity purposes maybe it does to some. also I'm pretty sure his family is somewhat religious, or pertains to a certain religion, culturally. his views on religion and his own self apathy towards god and atheistic themes seeem to waver very frequently. either way, he could be invisible and id still fuck with it.



"rooted in uncomfortable silences growing up
tobacco in my arteries, sprouting another lung
soaking up bacteria, staring into the sun
screaming tongues of Judah through speakerboxes in traffic
channeling Beelzebub. bleeding onto a mattress"

i hated beelzebub. but everything else was nice. beelze seems to be a common theme for you to describe evil or angst. i've noticed.


"skip a stone to drown my most immediate hatred"

sigh.


there's mud in the grinder blades, we're scrubbing it dry
chewing on our gums until our hunger subsides
choke down pluses and minuses. snowdrift rupturing sinus
windfall rustles behind us. shaky branch restructuring climate


i really liked this. rhyming-cool. but the detail was pretty- i enjoyed it. hunger subsided, and the depiction of climate set a overall mood. i like setting the mood with climate. cold climate, loud noises. crazy combination. funny how hot and silent is paradise, but cold and loud is tumultuous. hot and loud is a festival and cold and silent is despondent, pensive. hmm.


any who. liked the completeness of this. it felt complete. thanks for giving me motivation to write something else.