IM BLESSED TO HANG

i decapitate silence,on a stolen woven altar
watching the nothing spill over the frilled shores
across a stained map of once cherished memory
desperate seasons stripping the blossoms in shaking fists
graves flooded in the lonely shaded shadows

time is being fucked in the corners fantasy
electronic bleached stretched faces
smash themselves against the screens of days poking murder
reality is being painted on plastic held hearts

i roll the headless silence over the cliff top edges
hanging suspended refusing to drop
silence 
down the road in some old 1970s cafe
websites feast on Gods ten most annoying traits
time is finished held in the corners pleading charms

sleeping dogs forming spirals on soft wet sand
​​​​​​​beaches - 
tides on vanished leashs
vomit  used volunteers along  retreating armies

in some collected distance sits a small unknown man
​​​​​​​he is cutting fleshy pieces from his existence-
carefully buries them-mumbling songs and wildly clapping at clouds
when they swim across the holy sun
in his blooded mess this crimson human flag
unheard yet loved with stapled slaps

i approach and ask if i should share his distress
curious his lips lick clotted salted words
written by his side
prepaved in  fossil plan 
just one word 

​​​​​​​HALLELUJAH