Art by Jordan Krall
Preface: Not many people are aware I had a slim collection of poetry & raps published by Dynatox Ministries back in the day specifically for their imprint Black Dharma Press. This just went out of print so I figured why not throw it in the paid tier as an ultra rare post. This was published back in 2014 when I was stationed in Spain. I was drinking a lot of alcohol, constantly partying, and chasing girls. You could probably see the effect this had on my poetry below. I cut out a few raps, but these poems and raps are in their original form. Enjoy.
Junkyard Exotic
Petroleum fumes lay dormant
Inside origami folds of rust
Hollow shell of a man
Possessed by hunger pains
Pitbull passion
Weary corrosion
Least I have this alcohol
One last shot
Before atrophy and decay
Sets in
That Time You Stole My Nose
You stole my nose
Chuckling cartilage
You stole my nose
I broke yours
You stole my nose
Now we hardly sphinx
You stole my nose
Sacred geometry
Stray
Cigarette smoke and stardust
Coat the inside of your lungs
Can I come inside
Snort the constellations of your heart,
Filter your adam's apple,
In soft silky hands,
Trace the curve of your spine,
Castrate kundalini dreams,
Climb the tree of life branching,
Out your exquisite mouth,
Orbit oxygenated thoughts,
Only to return to the question at hand,
Why did I ever stray?
Moleskine Theory
Black hearty spine,
Yellowed pages,
Acid free fingers caress,
Wilde whores,
Open bottle leg invitations,
Eraser particles,
Litter your canvas,
Forget the big bang,
Gravitational pencil pulls,
Dark matter into my psyche,
Lament the labels,
Discard the name,
This is moleskine theory
Selfie Explosion
Snap, Crackle, Flash
Eyes blinking,
Do over, you say,
Hand outstretched,
Staring into the stained mirror,
Snap, crackle, flash,
Assess photo,
Lips pursed,
Head tilted,
Hands on hips,
Perf, you say,
Post Online,
Waiting,
Waiting,
Waiting,
Nothing,
Spontaneously combust,
Into a fleshy facade of yesterday,
Make-up, blood splatter,
Mom will be mad,
Sorry, not sorry, you say
#Rare
Skin composed of diamonds,
Half shaven head, faded tattoos,
I can't hold your hands,
Miniature dancers spin on fingertips,
Let me crush their pose,
In my loving grip,
We can always find others,
Willing, waiting
Your hourglass is curved,
To perfection, feel me,
Sands of time swell,
Inside your veins,
Cronos has nothing on you babe,
Nothing on you
An Ode to Jimi
Easter dreams,
Purple hazed-asphyxia,
Rock and wail feedback,
Distorted jams on mountaintops,
Lost in an axis, bold as love
Hazel Eyes
You twirl around the pole,
I watch from the crowd in awe,
Basketball plays on the television,
Cerebral splits, slam dunk,
Your hazel eyes smile,
Not at them,
but at me,
Haunt my memories,
Haunt my dreams,
Haunt my static heart,
Your sinewy flesh,
Is so damn soft, firm,
cheap perfume,
In my jeans, hands in my hair,
You love me, you say,
But we both know,
This pretty lie like the back,
Of our hands
Remember the time,
We got our palms read,
Heart lines wavering,
Tempered wishes,
Don't you remember?
Take me,
Take my dead presidents,
Show them what it's like to live again,
Sweet resurrection, dance on my lap,
Finesse my heart, hit a stain on my soul,
Take me back to the darkness,
one last time
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