dragon (transcribed)

disappear into a dance and shiver rightly
contract a tire on a street of fabled rams
cause no beatitudes of bravery where
bashing knows no stable,
to be tied upon no tirade of a lamb


deny your penchant to be writhing from no closeted stare
depict no candle burning down so you can handle me with care
could you allow me to go waltzing, as i’m down and out
i’m talking to a voice inside my head
an idea born like brothers’ bread
mine eyes remain, but fading like the sun behind my bed


liars treat me poorly for a penchant born
from histories expecting to be able to be worn away
like tread on aged tires
i know no one to read the fire which only keeps us warm
my father was not who i greet with scorn
and yet he knew the times
and even still, i’m not
be mine
God is god: commit no crimes

myself is barren desert
or a canyon wrought by flames
my tongue denies itself itself
because i feel i am to blame
regardless of the reasons that i’ve lifted and received
from beggars begging me to help them
or to kill them with a smoke


i am a tired minister of madness all my own
i am a wholesome creature even with my aching bones
i am a finely tuned decision i can’t make
because of history; who knows what all’s at stake?


i have no well for drinking
just a pen and paper mates
i have no time for dreaming
so the dreams run into days or daze
only when i’m shattered like a mirror can you even see
the pieces of me

lie like liars lying
try to tell all truths
take me as one talent i have always used
utilize your pain and don’t pretend you’re who you aren’t
especially a craving for the “parent talk”


a bird or bee establishes their natures know
a partner tends to tell you what they think without words to talk
you could spill your heart, no guts to follow
you could scream your thoughts
a sadness wallows


i am broken or diseased
and one plus one is three

an old man knows no happiness
when he’s sitting all alone
a tirade of inceptions, all
are finely toned
my table is a touchstone
my chair is soaking wet
athletic rights aside, i am scared to death
my teeth are fine – who gives a fuck
unless they’re killing me
my gums, my gums, so often bleed


my stomach is a-twisting
and i’m really not a kid
i’’m older than so many with an age that’s twice their id


capture love on canvas any multitude of ways
and don’t pretend
my god, pretending is a form of lying
unless you’re acting reactionarily
tell the truth and instant karma might reward you

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