Cracked porcelain face,
My eyes piss on your embrace.
Tissue, sinews, veins like tendrils creeping down.
The funniest clown always wears a frown.
In my fear and loathing,
I will drown.
To be a man.
To have a plan.
I would give my right hand.
Dead eyes, dead and crystal clear,
Can't see if I'm still here.
Tangled web of waterfall hair,
I love the hidden ones never there.
Bloody nails, snail trails,
How long until I'm doomed to fail.
Crimson velvet musty heat,
My fading heart will miss a beat.
Crusty pain, clinging on in vain,
Will my mind always force me to feel shame?
Will I just die the same,
As everyone else.
Wretched bits, pus filled tits,
I prefer blood, piss and shit.
Filed the nails all the way down,
Now my fingertips are gone.
Hate, heat and oil,
The already rancid is easy to spoil.
Mutually alone,
My voice is cracked on this phone.
No-one is my best friend,
I'll take it all until the end.
To destroy the parts that make you work,
Is my only desire.
So I keep my mouth shut,
In fear of my vicious words not meaning anything.
I can't scream and I can't sing,
A sacred face of everything.
Tokyo, Kyoto, cherry blossom cure,
I would be better there for sure.
Texas, Ohio, I want the dust and heat,
To wander the desert alone, with nothing to eat.
Mountain peaks, Toronto, the winter speaks,
I want the cold to kill my cheeks.
Blow my heart wide open,
Where did I go with the words I've spoken.
I am alone when surrounded by people who all get along,
Because I don't.
I'm still up,
I should be asleep.
College online tomorrow,
But there's nothing good to keep.
I could do that shit in my sleep.
Crazy world, druggy floating eyes,
Ninjas, Sex and Parties, I love to be surprised.
Bass boom, wooden katana doom,
Orange jackets cover up the nothing in my face.
I made this place, this place I can't erase,
Haven't been alive in days.
I'm a homeless freak,
Where do I stay.
When I want everyone to go away.
If I think what I say,
What does my voice betray?
It's gonna be another day,
Crying in the shower at my deformed body.
Five string guitar, can't even play the right bar.
Pictures on the wall,
From a time when I could draw.
You're killing creativity,
With mediocrity.
And you call it education,
Well that means nothing to me.
Feel like I'm wearing someone else's skin,
Waring it thin.
Teeth shatter into a million pieces,
I can taste the sickness.
Deformed lies, drunken cries,
A hero of this city dies.
But no one knows.


© Kenny Phoenix
photo by me, all original