STAR PUPIL

Love me like an atom bomb.
Burn and freeze me while I come.
I keep your fallout on my tongue so I can rain down in angry songs.
black shrouds leave corpses in drains.
black clouds rain corpses of the plains.
would you dance with me skin to skin to skin?
my pupil stars are lonely and are as wide as they are grim;
I was lost inside your life-like dream.
I was wakened from a field of bloody wings
by tanks of wolves that were howling at the sun;
who buried us so deeply to see what we become.

You frack my hull with gasoline and break my skull to leave your seed.
we don’t need needles - we’re played on ghost cassettes
we don’t need withdrawals, we’ve already placed our bets;
on bloated vultures over fed - circle buzzwords of the dead;
cash cow leaders - we’re coerced to eat our own;
and our feelings can’t be hurt when we’re just drones.

—
drowning in your lies we’ll stand up tall
and grow a million limbs or none at all
you bruised the heavens skin
as swallows eat the clouds
and I will never hear another sound
—

The armored taste of napalm lips.
Dragon teeth to poisoned ditch.
Lysergic sermons proved their worth.
salute hallucinations in the dirt.
the manics grieve for every time and space
what gardens leave the graveyards will taste
don’t need needles - we’re played on ghost cassettes
don’t need withdrawals - we all have paid our debts.