Yes, these past Hell weeks
Have confirmed my unwavering love
For the art of living but also the art of dying
Since I\'ve had the time to sea travel and anchor myself
Night whispers have blossomed like Japanese flowers
Wet snails in the weird throat of my ivory tower
It\'s not unusual, I\'m a walrus tusk
With a jagged edge and unbreakable jaws
In a semi-permanent state of wonder
Dazing into endless space
As the candle shoots stems of wax like thunder
The truth has been digested
I\'ve had to deal with this hazy smog before
When the rain has gone I\'ll be child-happy again
I know it, I\'ve been as busy as a volcanic midwife
With honeycomb hair and a uterus blanket
Taciturn and deep in thought
I can\'t put my finger on why I\'m cursed
River drunk and moonstruck, glowing hot
Wheel spinning in my world, I chirp and swallow
Carelessly drinking from the bottle, I\'ve removed myself
I\'ve removed myself from the depressing reality of life
Still I can\'t forget the epic fall, I\'ve been red since
With 90\'s nostalgia, fluid like sugarmilk
Four times more insane
The goldflint sings in the bloodvein
Machine working this morning I had air for breakfast
It was tasteless like a shower at midnight
Rock-shiny thoughts hid solitude like an armpit
The famous myth was trapped in the dragnet
It was a drug experiment with hot sweats
A face with sunken cheeks
The milky halo\'s magnetic pull
Is in the pit of the sick rabbit\'s stomach
Irregular bowel movements with uncertain nods
In the depths of the birdnest that is Ovid
The mountain salt on the lips of Macbeth dissolved
Like a fresh kill, the proud ailment\'s viper-sharp like vinegar
I\'ve made a habit of it, tapping on the fruit stone
With mince wrists and a vivid memory of true hunger
Cookie dough and last year\'s lemon winter
No longer will I write plush loveletters to magpies
I\'m finished with the pink scorpion skeleton
Went rolling from boredom
Spilled my guts like cheap wine
During the sour buttermilk hours
I act like perfume fudge
That\'s why I can relate to the Srebrenica brother
The Atlantic wisp, the perfect suicide
The foot with no reason
More than tree syrup or I could\'ve imagined
I am your son
The things you say strike a chord
Like the weight of a ship in my darkest hours
I\'m wondering if I\'ll make it through the night
One moment ago I was on top of the world
Milkshake smooth like an ear lobe
Now I\'m pulling cow teeth from the pumpkin
I can\'t believe it, I wish it was different
Anything else, not this
I don\'t want to die, I want to live
But I can\'t take the torture, it comes out of nowhere
Like acid pains, caught between two extremes
The mouthslit of the camera flash
Is an eye scanning
Movie popcorn popping
Wishes in a peapod, sundrops on the woodfloor
Summer images melting like milk chocolate
Milk liquid, I\'m Monday breathing
Ice crystals suspended
Unrehearsed yawns make an appearance
Just like the vanilla daylight or stubborn paranoia
I\'m alive, half-asleep and liver-stressed
Beetle-wigged milk kid, a shadow influence
I don\'t make sense, could throw a supermarket tantrum
Could rage like a romantic poem in a twirl
With the drop of a penny
The actor has lost his lines
Melon-stuffed and church exhausted
I\'ve burned the toast, the kettle has boiled
Done the kitchen work
I tried to talk but no one was listening
I realised it, went looking in the mirror for answers
Never found what I wanted, felt like I could sleep forever
In a bed of ostrich feathers, like I\'ve never slept before
Like I\'ve never had a good night sleep in my life
The only thing on my mind was sleep
The night wears shiny pearl insides and a whiskey frown
Chipping away at star-like moondreams
Ten minutes could be ten million years and more
With each sea that washes ashore I\'m dove-white
In my crazy imagination, swamp feet into the sweetcake
Images like dancing monkeys are jar-filled with fireworks
In the iris the sulpher armbone is a blunt reminder
Of the hairy spider, leg of the pain
With afterthoughts
No lifeforce, I blacked out the room
Black is how I\'m feeling
The bloodspot\'s blood screams are lamps
Sad, watery eyes glisten like diamond fish
Going forward then going back, not cohesive
Am I worse? Thought I was getting better
But I\'m a devil in limbo
Tucking the pear-shaped pains away with the fear
It has been like this for a while
I\'m on the floor with blue knees
My tears leave like they\'re tadpoles
I don\'t know how I can cope
Living like an addict, punched in the gut
With a snake for a throat and it\'s making me mad
Watching time pass, I feel like my world is closing in
But I can hear you, I\'m listening
I eat your flowery metaphors, they sit in my brain
Like fruity ice cream in my belly on a copper day
In a pigsty with cobwebs, around bales of hay
Once I\'ve digested them, I focus like a laser
In my own way.