too.

had a dream
cleansing through extinction.

images:
a limbless man getting head;
just another to
kill your own.
a butcher,
in agonizing stench
no remorse to a life,
what it is
to feed.

a noble
kneeled down so humble
praising the AK-47.
children stomachs churning
rejoicing
money thrown in the air.

people in barong monkeysuits
they all look tidy
but they all look down happy.

what is unfathomable
i see us musicians
hymn for solitude
so nurturing
distanced from

ourselves.
beautiful
lying on her black wings
pleasing herself
bed ridden to inexistence.
i see her stitches
for charitable chastity.

a grown man
weakened
dining in the toilet seat
festering in still life photography.

damned.
those headlights alter us everywhere
with desaturation
i saw this prostitute
orally fixated
she made love to a revolver.

a priest
his silhoutte backlit against a door,
closely he ponders
reaching for his groin.

the walls painted white
dimly lit
with words drawn
in blood all over

a recipient of substance
how will we pity
empty bottles, unlighted
he stares aside as grief entombs
heartless and bloodless
just smoke
and void.

the television is on
a couch potato family entranced
suppertime brought no less
and i see my national flag
static-wise.

christ's picture
slips down my wall,
it hangs still
on the loose end of the pin.

here is hell.
i wish it be
had a nightmare.

i was awake.