Plan #1 - MotorPsycho

He held her down

Zero is the center of the universe

Purple alfalfa vetch

Small pubescent hairs, sloughed off

How can a man be a man when he can’t what he can?

Wheel of life, rock of Sisaphis

The Open body of a woman

At the climax of organism there is a shudder — mostly felt in

The stomach — almost identical, but less intense than shudder

Experienced at the moment of death

Queen bitch, slut child

I know you so well

You gave it all away, sister-

You gave it all away

But I know your eyes

You’re just like me

You’re just like me

You’re just like me

You’re just like me

Sick, filthy, naked and abused

I’ve seen you all before

'Cause you gave it all away

You raped your own pride

You put too much slack on your live wire

Saw too many thrills that killed your desire

Too many nights that paled your complexion

And made you a nigga in their conception of life

Just like me

You’re just like me

You’re just like me

See that creep

Couldn’t you just smash his face?

Still don’t understand

What he’s doing in this place

I know I didn’t

When I was him

When I was him

You’re just like me

You’re just like me

You’re just like me

Party til she’s cute a young man’s t-shirt reads

Infinity likewise is a verb

Small stones begin to rise and float on the water

What strange snake is this that can be sick with fever

Are not snakes cold blooded creatures?

Like a crowbar in the vagina, ripping to pry loose the pelvis

Thus are structure and form now wed

In a small cottage, just outside of town

A dark and narrow gravel lane

So overgrown the leaves

Touch a passing car with smoke

Death the life giver

Death the life taker

Death the advisor

Damned are those who think they have befriended death

Death knows nothing of these struggles

Unthinking shadow

Worthy opponent

Challenger of the left

A man stands in a doorway of a room in a small white cottage

He stalks himself using death

Much like a wolf stalks the caraboo

He stands himself, watching himself, waiting for himself

The meadowlark’s call — makes you feel uneasy

The unrelenting march of sleep

Veterans of subconscious deprivation