Oily Skins (family recipe)

To begin

spread like jam

residue of extraction

and varnish a brown

tint that can run

its full spectrum

a color out of space

and running out of

useful time

slather the grease

in spots across paper

it can be a Pollack

it can be like those

candy dots with which

you ate half the paper

either way the end results

Remove 2 snipes from

earlier this afternoon

regular size fine

inch and twist filter

til the tobacco forms a pile

Get ready to add

the vegetable by

preparing it julienne

ahead of time

mix green pile with brown one

a card edge is useful

or the EZ Wider pack

placed combo pile into

our smeared papel

Rest is straight forward

standard procedure

And now you

can bake jus a lil nicer

in the comfort of your

very own home

Final tip, my secret one:

Set your timer to 420°

so you get more than

minute to enjoy

bone appetit

long division with a remainder

Do you ever

question wat becomes

of our energy upon autopsy?

the pure horror show 
of it all
cold body slit open

organs removed individually

weighed then put back

now jus useless tissue
without the soul
body is merely a cadaver
headed for spoilage
when the light dims
then not fades away

When they introduce

that first scapel slit upon

our refrigerated skin,

do you imagine the

overhead lightings of

the morgue flicker

or blink or tingle jus

a speck of a second

as our ions are

set free from mortal coil?

the static charges on

strange electronic pulsation

made of human radiation

barely a blip noted

on the meter, jus

like our lives were

and will be

Consummate~Consecrate

Under an ice blue moon

with no shadow cast

We walk backwards

slow steady secure

towards a hole in the earth

we summoned but

never predicted

Speaking in tongues

of long dead language

and long lost lovers

their graves already dug

not yet filled

and will not be

til we add our sweetest 

of bloods

the one that pumps

so deep red it's

almost blackened

Only thru acts of

the greatest sacrifice-

that of our wants and needs

the sum total of ourselves

Can we ensure compliance

the hole made whole

as truth runs thru arteries

down a razor kissed wrist?

and out of our selfish bodies

into a passion pit teeming

with ghosts of a 

former existence

it's the way things must be

expectations equal letdown

so we perform rituals

that represent the pure desperation of desire

It hurts to love

more than any break or wound

we could possibly endure

but this slicing ensures

our devotion is known

We bleed for the ones

who dont want to stitch us

We die for them

when they can not

live for us

calling upon forces

pleading with magic

emptying our circulation

to fill up our hearts

with one last lost phrase

uttered in unison

cherished items tossed

in bonfire

we call upon the Old Ones

to spark this magic

extoll our slighted

and return to the soil

the love of our lives