Glass Candy - Digital Versicolor

run away

how?

I never should have left you
For a sea of cowards, and old friends
Trying, Kicking heroin, beating their brains.
Those old timers who were once daily faces and then faded away when we fell in love
Are back in the same night
And room
As I am.
I left you and now I have my life,
For myself. Wasted and mean.
Depreciating.
Junkies s
Come to
And realize they are sick.
They see what they are doing
But keep
Keep keep shooting up on clean days
And then
Take me up the 605 freeway
To score.
I never should have left you
To become a declination of what I used to be
When I used to be a good woman
For you, for me,
For my mother,
For our house and our home,
Our love and our fire.
I remember our fire
And can't remember now
Why I blew it out.
And now, look at me...
What am i ?
What am I
Without you
But a snake charmer
And a cruel vessel
Taking my pearls down with me
As I'm sinking.
I never should have left you
And what used to be our warm, happy home
With a working garbage disposal and a dog
We had a bedroom like summer most nights,
And the bathroom that synthesized our separate beings into one room of ritualistic morning toothpaste and clean hot water fogging up the mirror.
Your mother told me I'd regret it when I did this.
Your mother told me I'd regret this.
And now
Now that I've flown away
to everything away from you
I want to fly home
Back to good.
But you are going out with Lauren tomorrow and I am dope sick.
-Michelle

WHILE COLOR LIGHTS UP YOUR FACE

Going to the LACMA next week to see William Eggleston's prints.

heavenly body

THIS IS A FOUND POEM FROM THE MOON BOOK (1977).

Space Flight

eight years,

Beginning in 1969.

Luna

Dr. French

ancient Brazilian impact crater twenty-five miles in diameter and 150,000,000 years old.

lunar samples

thirty-five technical papers

terrestrial meteorite craters,

and lunar samples

The Year Of Punk 19/12/77

uhhhh.... nevermind, Seattle.

The Lady

the feeling remains even after the glitter fades

“the timeless face of a rock ‘n roll woman while her heart breaks/ 

oh, you know The Dream keeps coming even when you forget to feel”

drip, drip, drip

x

This is electric degradation

This is black eye segregation

Dripping down 

beneath the slaughter 

comes blood into my eyes

Like heat onto 

my cool cold lips

I taste the fire of the lies

serpens saeculum obscurum

Every word  
from that pretty little mouth
comes out.

Every word
pushed out

comes out
a lie.

His pathetic,
snide,

slick-slippery mouth

is milky, 

dirty 

poison.

His duplicity

is a trick-show,
I know.
I didn't always know.

My eyes see it now:

oh, how those false colors

snowed me,

showed me

how to hate

you and your milky mouth. 

Every word: 

not truth, untruth.
And not some of those tiny little baby bombs of white lies.

No,
yours are black 
black black lies,

tar-like epoxide,
sticky, sinewy
black gum.
That dark, miserable, hot paste
is the manipulative serpentine bondage of the Snake.


Evil drab syrup
of the snake control.

blackest of the black lies

un-forgiven

not forgotten

No.

Every word  -

to that very last acted letter 

that came from fucked up mouth 

that came from fucked up head (his smut head)

is a scam is a scam

is a scam
The bullshit he pulled out of that mouth
and shoved into mine. 

into falling in with 
sorry 
sordid eyes.

You opportunist.
You opportunistic gold brick.

And you ain't nothing to me now.


You ain't nothin'.


You ain't nothin' but
a sweet talkin' rat,

a  backsliding wolf 
a cussed snake
a vile snake
a bad Snake.

i read your latest publication.

how did it say?

"i've hit the dark ages

of my life's history"

well then, my honey Serpentes, why so sour? 

Welcome to what happens 
when you cut me away in a slanted line.

Welcome to your life, Snake.

Welcome to your life:

600 years of degenerate, godless, inhuman behavior.

Welcome to your life.

(oh, 

something else...)

you really can

torture a woman

enslave a girl,

cut her throat, 

slit her wrists,

drown her flames under low dirty water,

burn her blessed hands,

blow her eyes with smoke,

throw her out, out a window, impale her flesh on wrought iron fence

leave her to decay

and then 

just

wash it all away

with your

pig-headed remorselessness.

You're a stale excuse for breath in this life.
My mind is inviolable now to your snake control.

i only have one last thing to say before I erase you and wipe you from my eyes: 

would you be a man?






x

GOODNIGHT, ANOTHER BAD MORNING

like a lost idea

under light bulb sun

circles of hell and evil pockets

You would sit amid

the nine circles of hell.

I would toss you into the second circle,

the circle of lust,

left alone to those violent winds,

highly deserving of that dry punishment

for your aimlessness.

I would curse you to the eighth circle,

the circle of fraud,

left alone to Geryon, an image of deception,

your own damn reflection
exposed in those Evil Pockets.

the second circle: lust

the eighth circle: fraud

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Inferno Canto XVII:1-30 The poets approach Geryon

      ‘See the savage beast, with the pointed tail, that crosses mountains, and pierces walls and armour: see him, who pollutes the whole world.’ So my guide began to speak to me, and beckoned to him to land near the end of our rocky path, and that vile image of Fraud came on, and grounded his head and chest, but did not lift his tail onto the cliff.

      His face was the face of an honest man, it had so benign an outward aspect: all the rest was a serpent’s body. Both arms were covered with hair to the armpits; the back and chest and both flanks were adorned with knots and circles. Tartars or Turks never made cloths with more colour, background and embroidery: nor did Arachne spread such webs on her loom. As the boats rest on the shore, part in water and part on land, and as the beaver, among the guzzling Germans, readies himself for a fight, so that worst of savage creatures lay on the cliff that surrounds the great sand with stone.

      The whole of his tail glanced into space, twisting the venomous fork upwards, that armed the tip, like a scorpion. My guide said: ‘Now we must direct our path, somewhat, towards the malevolent beast that rests there.’

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Enlighten the dark corners of this neglected dwelling and scatter there Thy cheerful beams.

Saint Augustine

In a real dark night of the soul, it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Your soul is a dark forest. But the trees are of a particular species, they are genealogical trees.

Marcel Proust

Salvador Dali "The Back of Geryon"

well i may be just a fool

you snake

You snake
You crawled
Between
My legs
Said "Want
It all?
It's yours 
You bet
I'll make 
You queen
Of everything
No need 
For God
No need 
For him
Just take 
My hand
You'll be 
My bride
Just take 
That fruit
Put it 
Inside"
You snake
You dog
You fake
You liar
I've burned 
my hands
I'm in 
the fire
You salty dog
You filthy liar
My heart 
It aches
I'm in 
The fire
You snake
I ate
A true
Belief
Good Lord
That fruit's
Inside
Of me
Oh Adam
Please
You must
Believe
That snake
Put it
In front
Of me
That snake
Put it
In front
Of me
In front 
Of me

But now we move to feel

Oh Comely

Oh comely
I will be with you when you lose your breath
Chasing the only meaningful memory you thought you had left
With some pretty bright and bubbly terrible scene
That was doing her thing on your chest
But oh comely 
It isn't as pretty as you'd like to guess
Oh comely
All of your friends are letting you blow
Bristling and ugly
Bursting with fruits falling out from the holes
Of some pretty bright and bubbly friend 
You could need to say comforting things in your ear
But oh comely 
There isn't such one friend that you could find here
Standing next to me
He's only my enemy 
I'll crush him with everything I own

Oh, say what you wanna say and
Hang for your hollow ways
Moving your mouth to pull out all your miracles
For me

Your father made fetuses 
With flesh licking ladies 
While you and your mother 
Were asleep in the trailer park

Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums
The music and medicine you needed for comforting
So make all your fat fleshy fingers to moving
And pluck all your silly strings 
And bend all your notes for me
Soft silly music is meaningful magical
The movements were beautiful
All in your ovaries
All of them milking with green fleshy flowers
While powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines
Smelling of semen all under the garden
Was all you were needing when you still believed in me

Oh, say what you wanna say and
Hang for your hollow ways
Moving your mouth to pull out all your miracles
For me
And I know they buried her body with others
Her sister and mother and 500 families 
And will she remember me 50 years later
I wished I could save her in some sort of time machine
Know all your enemies 
We know who are enemies are

Goldaline my dear 
We will fold and freeze together
Far away from here 
There is sun and spring and green forever 
But now we move to feel
For ourselves inside some stranger's stomach
Place your body here 
Let your skin begin to blend itself with mine