Paint a picture,
Start with blue.
Art is everything cut in 2
Like polar opposites
Attract with magnetics
Chemistry industry vaults closed like clinics
Bleach it down further,
Watch for the tide
Under this night moon
Big words like empathy,
(empathy means big) then why am I empty?
devoid of all notion
Loveless and lost
To feel and go forward with my heart—the loss.
Fuck you in time
serpent like - demon like - quenching like lime thrown at jews in mass showers
Chambers of death engineered for the powers- that be-- Am I me?
I get lost in you…
And you lost me at faith… but you had me at sensible,
Smashed me apart with the black and white chronicle.
Death rising black stars they circle half moon,
Mist falls so beautifully on top the tomb,
And this room is a tomb,
Let me out let me in again,
Chances are I’ll go headlong into tailspin and then…
Smash you and smash me- we smash like smashed glasses
Though brash is the thinker that summons the masses,
For there IS no right or a varying wrong,
There is grey shades and that’s where I belong,
Carving out you now from wilting shade willow
Above the banks where we knew once but no more.
But you do… you know all—omnipotent cunt
Fuck you for fucking my head you rat cunt
Fucking cunt, you are death I am wrath you are left I am wrath
You are cunt you cunt- cunt- cunt forever
I hate your soul (you don’t have one here either)
Your’s descended with your ridiculous past
And mine saw ascension but faded and last but not least see the bit of me,
Pity you can’t get the shade tree.
And laugh with me ‘bout that—you twisted peripheral mind fucking joke of a miserable pitiful cunt.
Chris Canham 2008 on the brink of ultimate desecration and persecution by you.. yes. You…