skid marks and a hanged man

skid marks and a hanged man

mother of mine..

undignified....

a sad man has ceased bringing happiness.....

his sadness has become ours...

a spinning planet does not rest...

attainable knowledge remains unsought....

crashing waves ease the mind...

a hand sifts through the sand while the sun sifts through the soul...

life is ours to behold....

death is another's world to own.

soul for sale

purveyor of bullshit.....

recognition of none....

soul for sale....

the account of one....

the shelves are full, the buyer annoyed...

souls wall to wall

this treasure trove of meat and flesh...rotting from the tireless wait...

i recognize a few hanging by the door as i turn to leave...

a wanderer distant but in need...i offer it to him without the notion of greed...

take it, it's yours i need it not....for what i desire cannot be found in this place nor the next...

perhaps you'll find a better purpose now that you have one of your own......

unchained and unbound i leave

blood in streets....

for the first time it's not of my flesh...

immortal beings when pierced only bleed ink