Wednesday, April 19, 2017

back in black

im back as a usual suspect to these fucked parts
the band leader and the fatefully drowsy assistant
hopping from one selected story
through time to the next.

the symphony members are all wistfully resting
inching to the moment i awaken their cold craniums
and refill their empty spaces with harmonies to live for
melodies to make you insecure.

the crescendo rush, the proselytizing aria
packaged and tortured by the conductor
who happens to be high on praise
and dead set on settling the score.

all of this before the theatre even dawns the lights,
come for the show, stay for the sacrifice
the unmistakeable sound of applause
trying it's best to convince you a cloud burst overhead
and it's time to seek providence. 

Friday, April 14, 2017

help is on the way...

how do you do it? see what you want? visual commands that are your friends
experience from running up escalators and falling down elevator shafts
I want to see the worth, and I want to see the value
but everywhere I look my mind is caressed with a slap...
the empty gut feeling of demise, and looming balance.

I'm the mountaineer who chooses descent to dissolve.
the full bodied feeling of not coming back...
and these places I've been contain parts of me
leaving me to feel incomplete and outdated
make it love, make it fear, distill your brain
and make it clear.

caring is all I have anymore, silhouetted by fear,
founded, steeped and cultivated in the garden of return.
if it's been nearly three decades and the party seems dull
then have another robust sip
and hop into the car bound for salvation.

coordinate the heights, and the certain choice,
this act will leave me floating high above any negativity
higher than reason, higher than rhyme
softly descending to a blank stare
and a trail of blood escaping from my smile.

Saturday, April 8, 2017

casual vomit

today I accidentally dosed my grams

she was way high off some cannabis oil



Brendon Masters

Oceanside, CA, United States
you already know too much about me