the ghost of april ninth

dead moth on my seat
feedback
I'm wondering where my knees sat
sitting hard
salty licorice
the black meridian cum death
some say it is scurvy healing
chiropractic medicine
a hard dick could solve any of your ailments
the pallor of alien brain
where my homicidal aggression
may just be turning me into a romantic

810 days and you are
still stuck in blind air
among dreams
lyric for lyric in my allusion's of you
light led into encroaching shade
tonight
the first white heat of daffodil spring
light lining for anemones
cyclopean moth
flying
almost floating around the house bulbs
gliding through the eerie silence of an empty house
the moth and I
giving power shock vein transfer
while I feed myself fear from the television
cyclopean moth
flying
almost floating around the house bulbs
love won't kill the lights

it will kill you