Feeling terrible

Melt your ashes on my tongue

Tasting them like nothing

I walk to walk, stiff joints crack,

Bone-tip

The time that knows no bounds

Knows them indeed.

Keep talking while sounds pervade my own ears,

Phthisic illnesses

Lungs ache with fire and smoky breath

Deflagrating mind, smoldering spirit.

Crawl back into the whiplash shock,

That know-nothing watery pain.

Volatile prescription

Expect nothing

Enter knowingly

Along the reacting path that feels

Of wet paper against the skin

Wanting to know who even cares

Though it doesn't fucking matter.

Tell me like efflorescent, red-scented, earth-stirring

Movements that bend stony flakes and render

Immunity useless.

Cytotoxic dream walker

Whose hands induce parallel spells

Of dark lights and bright sounds

And spin pictures of ornate nature

And worshiped intensity.

Let me know god again.

Feeling good