Van Gogh's Ear

Imagine a split skull with a fossil
Of a sunflower seed
On its once sun spotted forehead.
Try to memorize that
We're sick homo sapiens
With razors to our ears
And epileptic suns
In the crumpled minds that
Maddened a Dutch head.
Mad, mad, mad
With tangy thujone* and yellow.
Mad, mad, mad
For the warm, warm, warm
Waist of a rouge woman.
Only a saturated suicide in return
For a canvass to turn into an urn.

My Draft Box

Car ride to church
With no brake fluid
Mother father silent
Listen to the corrosion, hallelujah
Car ride to church to
A hypocritical feast
Of phantom crosses
I'm a veteran
To a beer can
The aftertaste of a tear

Heroes

When I went inside a taco place in the middle of Joshua Tree, David Bowie was on the TV screen singing Heroes and I got so excited. fejwaruwaprewa I have really poor grammar today. Soooo that song will always remind me of the desert.