we ll pray for those who proudly know their places i took the opioids yawning if the butterflies in my stomach were cows i could start a dairy farm spawn it i hoist corpses out of grave ditches before morning bed draped in black like mourning malevolent conjuring witch sick derelict heretic i feel this gift isn t a curse it an inheritance a fire circus animal prison adrift at sea abandoned by god i turn to cannibalism i catapult victims at federation forts earth was warned triangular sky formations take them band aids off the church cloaked behind a vatican cloth crucifixions inverted preferring body on or off the cross rolling moss poet fighting bouts of depression like robert frost mushroom spores got everything looking glossed i m a withdraw from codeine i m styrofoam weak i got that hyrdomorph foam lean i m huffing glue up on the moon digging dunes up totally terraformed in the moon s crust 2x squeeze heat in grills til teeth sparking hang bodies like meat markets hatchet in the middle of domes give him two brains like steve martin sleeves arming i carry cans cuz the scene s garbage in the tv screen like on that carpet leave complete armless torsos like greek artists i build worlds make my own suns like indoor weed farming no dollars i m off the hook 