Aloha, Pathfinder

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.