Mushroom sadness begins at noon.
Painted indoor walls of the cybersex motel.
We long to belong to something fake.
Finger nail tooth picks are all stale.
Blaspheme Jesus.
I pick up the coal in my pants.
We curse ourselves to sleep.
The electric chair glows with the ashes of you.
My open wounds bleed for you.
Dru.
It’s all the same
You don’t need to
appear to be
The death of god
Is the birth of
a new life
I am fully alive and here on in
Claim to be
Morning moisture fills my lungs
Breathe anew running these trails aglow
I leave a part of my
Self each time I run
Out in the dirt and cold
Only to gain someone so much the better
New bold fascinating
And stronger
Nothing and no one will hold me down
Dru.
Deep down arrow head syndrome
Purple love not okay with this
Anymore upset the heart ache and
Indigestion food supplies tomorrow
Backside shards pigeon glass walls
Earthquake supernova turpentine
Turnpike all for my guessing this
Dream goodbye say hello open
Door screen explanations catching
Bending twilight beneath my
Itching skin piano plays on
Anyway left to right all these
Wrongs done in times of hesitation
Severed kiss foggy memory flashing
Background steal back my greatness
Bound up around the circumference
Nowhere
Nobodies body dies under weeping
Crackling skies
Dru.
Restlessness beyond forgetting, tell no one.
Keep me in your open eyes and open arms for the keeping.
I am safety and bright net polishing.
Unending skies sing triumph.
Creaking the crack as a matter of fact.
Misspelling rhymes.
Backtracking myths.
Sterilizing the realization of self.
Only to become a forgotten someone yet again.
Gain the same composure as melting ice sculptures.
In the sun I weep and am brightly inclined to stare.
Never here for lover or foe.
I just don’t know the reality of what is not.
So I recoil the unending skin fallen off.
Dru.
The pages of go and spells.
Sun shining mirror reflecting dogmatic chaos.
Bug pick away at the snake in the grove.
Golden fortunes subsist of small time prophecy.
The beck in the heck, peep stones knocking
Down the advance of giants.
This supplanted heretic to the hairy Christs in front of me.
Grapes grow in all rows, drunken wine for praise and evil.
Canaan misunderstood and just stands there.
A parade all around Her, Babylon the great.
Fairy chart land, rain blows in the face of the whips.
Cross the wisps of willows weep.
Beckon head shadows torque tours by phantoms ate.
Mistake the turtles and the girdles.
For holding on too tight.
Much too close and hot for firm belief.
Rely and belie those head nets caught dearie gains.
I am an apostle at all cost for the winds.
Torch forth agape love seals to soil the swine.
Pull much teeth to begin the swarm of bees.
Needles covered touched, crimson ivory sharpen lust.
My bones are crying.
In a body tired of easy quakes and choirs singing.
Snap the gap and remain single.
Dru.
You’ll never change, you are the same.
Jesus doesn’t fulfill, faith is null and void.
Be free and discover yourself, but don’t.
Share your feelings, and know you’re wrong.
Standing at the crossroads.
In this voodoo Pentecostal church.
Brick and bone, piled from years of misuse.
We travel the globe.
Battle for sorrows and who matters most.
Eucharistic playfellows, eternity attorney.
The sarcasm of evil tablets of snow.
Breath in the gospel, Christic Christ cries freely.
Voices of stone, you can do nothing on your own.
The choice to succeed or to be alone.
I know who I am, nobody you want around.
Bones in the ground, fate rewritten and unsealed.
What are you thinking? Forget how you feel.
The crock of worry and not this.
Having the world before me and no wish.
Double talk and stalking, mock the clock set around parades.
Musing contemplation for walking, kept out of the hope of longing.
Singing songs, deaf ears repeat nonsense.
Tongues cherish my metaphysical confetti.
Are we ready to confirm?
The squirm of ladybugs and scholars.
Jesus loves all those you hate.
Dru.
Shocking faces, tear drops in eyes.
Lost locks, thistle branches soft way sways.
Chair side snarls, snapped legs walking away.
Feed the daytime, breath smelling anew.
Jesus gospel, mixing church and might.
Mousetrap sunburns, cheese melting before the throne.
Tiredness awakened on chaos’ brow.
I’ve never met you, but fall asleep with you every night.
Brightly systematic, radio dials taken for naught.
Broken knees, prayless cold lonesome nights.
Sin forsaken, poems beneath Sabbatai Zevi.
Goat choked on throat, erotic chemtrails amuck inside jobs.
Heterodox Mellon collie cupcakes, beside standard mountain times.
Open eyes that were meant to stay close minded.
Forsaken rose petals, make of the memory verses as she goes along.
Song a sung, accepted number one beneath.
Number two to three o’clock praise wash.
My water is unbelief and locked inside.
Pronouns sarcasm reptilian backgrounds.
Save me from saving someone somebodies body.
Physical touching among the press.
Baptize the bundle and make a holy offering.
Dru.
Dramatic chaos, an un-wheeling.
Those dreaded mountains that quake.
Forgotten printing and writing.
Bending triumphantly to the sky.
Rose red cotton that steals.
How forbidden are those looks.
Itchy cross bed.
Miles to the ones behind.
My God arises.
Stones rolled away, begun my fate.
Ashes to halos.
Birds sing to me so heavenly.
Pricks and toenails.
Plastic theologies melt beneath the sun.
Starlight for ice cubes.
Upset stomach to bear the truth.
Growing sickness, healed from hurt.
My flag is beauty and despair.
No one goes here.
Awake the day and sea the ocean.
Salt lake breathiness.
Holy garment hemmed and hacked for all.
Dru.
I am full of lies, but not living one.
Tired of dying, but never been alive one moment to the next.
I feed on sarcasm and am never returned full.
My needs are met in the emptiness of Being.
My body are not my thoughts.
My words are revelations to the chalk drawn body on the floor.
I am life obsessed, die sucker!
I am just a man pretending to be noticeable.
I am selfish, for I am right and will be forever better than you.
Your bars are not strong enough.
Your chains too feeble to hold back who I Am.
You don’t have me or get me, ever.
Your thoughts, ideas, and existence is nothing to me.
I am too busy being lost in myself.
A pearl among swine, a lion being barked at by dogs.
You need not be, and for now on don’t matter.
You’re cute at best, annoying on good days.
But I am love and beyond all this.
Dru.
Poems of Dru 