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Lynchburg, Ohio.

moth infested grays and / farmer dirt browns. / A collection of still volatile / Mortar and shells.

pop your motherfuckingskull!

between thigh / and thigh / she’s got us / motherfuckinghigh!

Kitty kitty going to the city city

Kitty kitty / Was the song / Mouse squeaked / Before the lights / Went / Out / Out.

saying goodbye in smoke

on this open sea / kissing me / so violently now

That makes me a man.

a special kind of man / a killing man / gun in my hand / rulin’ this god damned land

removing your face

you see / i miss feeling you / under my knife / in the summertime / removing your face / from my memory
Zebra swallowtail butterfly resting on leaf color photo 1 by Jason Franklin Funny Butterfly Photo black and white staff only by Jason Franklin Orange Sulphur butterfly macro on petals color photo 2 by Jason Franklin Blue Morpho underside butterfly color photo 1 by Jason Franklin Little boy blowing bubbles black and white photo 1 by Jason Franklin Macro vibrating background yellow flower photo by Jason Franklin Macro of Flower black and white photo 1 tulip? by Jason Franklin Young and old alike Great Grandfather and grandson at the pond on bench  by Jason Franklin Memory of flight shadow of jet fighter wwii plane by Jason Franklin Boy looking into jet airplane thruster black and white by Jason Franklin Airplane shadow play Photo 2 by Jason Franklin Airplane shadow play Photo 1  by Jason Franklin Beautiful Plane black and gold  by Jason Franklin Black and White Silver Propellers  by Jason Franklin Tiger Shark Airplane WWII  by Jason Franklin

no more defenses

i wish i had a face / to hold in my hands
The Rip Macro Reversed  by Jason Franklin Reverse Macro Flower 1 by Jason Franklin

I wanted to leave this behind

Stepping out / I remembered summer rain / as the dog licked / my wet legs / free of water and cleanliness

that meaningful sin

take cover, my lover / this book is bleeding / it’s the raping season

the emptied sea of you and me

only one boundless mass / uncontrolled and / beautiful

And that wasn’t enough

She found herself on the ledge / And that wasn’t enough

i played it again (rev)

and i played it again / one more million / times / just to hear / that echo

and i played it again

i turned the machine / off but the song / kept on playing / in my mudded-up head

i am lost

my eyes are / stern and set / on a shedding skin / of the rattlesnake

from a million fallen birds

but that’s something / i guess / we can suppress each sing-song / breath / as we take our last one

watchin’ your soul depart

was watchin’ your / soul depart / from the earth / and it didn’t even stop / to pay the handling fees / as you slipped away

FUCK! the robots

and posting / post-it notes of remorse / about eating / your tasty bits

outdated seeds

the perfect faces / resting with delicate abandon / on the t.v. screens and / condom boxes, / they are above you / with your ugly though…

My rusted capsule.

Lavished / in the queen’s / lingerie, / you possess my thin mind. / With smothering hips / and mockingbird lips,

landfills of desires

you have arrived / to the human world / let us bury the bones / of our forefathers / in the landfills of desires

a goodnight and spasms of joy

sleep dreamer / you are no longer / awake / a vision / a ghost / lingering lost / in this shared / good night

boots dirty with salt

leaning into my shoulder / and my right hand / squeezing your thigh / my dear / i miss you being near / to me all the time

night lingers forward

descend with me / for just a little / while longer / as we half-close / our drunken / eyes / to block-out / the burning night / from our…

you don’t need _____, don’t need _____

you don’t need / to hold my ___ in your / sweet and soft touchers / anymore

A drinking day

To drink it away.

Every bone with sharpened metal.

And just spread my skin / Apart / From horns to heart

magnetic retention

on the carpets / there’s piss / stains / we only hope / is from / the dog

bury it in silk and dirty poems

just deep enough / where / the worms / can get / to it

“i want to die thinking of you”

but i just can’t / get past your echoin’ / whispers, / and the hint of / your perfume / that disables my mind / in our cold / bed…

i want to die thinking of you

just come on over, / darlin’, / my dreams are empty / and in need of / a new song.

hooray, hooray

about the living days / when you were a child / not this ghost / leaving your body behind / away away / into outer space

where the stains still show / the butcher of spri…

buried there / in the garden / are pretty faces / rotten with / silvery decay

marshmallow fluff

hanging out / with the orangutans and chimps / discussing ipads and triple penetrations

lordy lordy

heaven / is a great cloud to visit / when your summer is free / of constructed spaces

the proper place to sink

but i find my heart is sterile / and my cock limp, / both adverse reactions to living / for too long

just carbon dating

oh well, / it’s swell / to be alone doing nothing instead, / then being in love and living / a life worth more then decaying parti…

look how low those testicles go

take any piece of me you please / the happy toes or diseased / carcass and atonements / the flourishes dressed in skin / whatever your p…

that old devil didn’t even say goodbye

the bed this morning / was as empty as my / broken clock / just used rubbers / and empty medicine bottles / littering the soiled floor

from the fruitbox

so as not to get forgotten / so as to be safe and happy / listening to the inchworms crawling / and becoming moths / is the solution to …

without you, my little boy

with you / i am / everything good / smiling clowns / lions cleaning their cubs / diseases in remission / a heart in submission

with open sores

don’t forget me / regret me / fret me / let me be the sea / and cover your shores / with open sores

nononsense

my socks have / nononsense / proudly stitched across / my toes / at least those lucky bastards / don’t take shit / from anyone

the metamorphic enchanter

lying to everyone you / married / kissing everyone you / denied / fucking the aphids / on the side

in my shed you will find the shovel

in my shed / you will find the shovel / bury my rotten pieces / as far from each other / as you / can

that good old fashioned reason to keep going on

what fun / what sinister fun / grab the sunshine sitting on the shelf / and take a few too many so as to relapse

Cock vomit nightmares.

That’s fucking for fucks sake / Here on the isle of seagulls.
Caterpillar on green leaf resting macro by Jason Franklin Wet iris macro yellow raindrops  by Jason Franklin Caterpillar Macro in Leaves  by Jason Franklin lavender flower purple macro D800 by Jason Franklin Flower on the corner of my house Nikon D800 shot by Jason Franklin Blue Wildflower Nikon D800 shot  by Jason Franklin Marigold in black and white  by Jason Franklin

it’s only a line of blood

please make sure my burial ground / is free of common earthworms / don’t fret if there’s slugs / on my mourning grounds

the ghost up the stairs

the ghost up the stairs / sleeping under the unmade covers / has been sleeping there for years / since your body left through the front …

even though you and i are dead

i only dream of you now / even though you and i / are dead / bricks stacked higher until / they all come falling down upon us

my bokeh was drunk

the dog was barking / something about love / being a waste of fucking time / to the inquisitive pink pig / who just took a shit / down …

and piss it all

drown with me baby / open the bottle and pour / it on down

human interactions / too much

and i told my mother to fuck off / right in front of my son / ruining his birthday / like a son of a bitch

i would rather just sleep or drown

feathers floating like feathers do / downwards and more down / until they can’t float no more / onto the brown earth / resting wit…

gold fishes

yes. that’s it. / open my eyes with laser beams / and your kisses / your wishes / gold fishes / golden

just unlock my front door

he ain’t got much going on / just pissing in the wind / and driving the car off / the backyard cliff

then death hit the brakes

and death was driving / while in the back / i was fucking tranquility / double-crossed style
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