The Crushing of Mr. Eyelash - Lo Pizarro (Aug.2014)
If you could see my soul, my old and ancient soul, you’d smile, then break the smile, because your hollow love commands you. See my eyes- the Gods are here to make it clear everyone’s naked when the truth comes out. And there you are… feasting in horrific attraction to my boiling gravity, grinning at my vintage pain…
…my stolen treasure soul is like Sun muscle, Sun massive, I am Gorilla heavy- grave like the darkening New York streets; and there you are sliding ‘cross the concrete droppin’ lumps of battered soul, droppin’ chunks of your soft flesh. The city knew. This city knew before you came. The city reinforced itself before your birth to make you bleed, to peel into your truth for dissolution in the rain. And there you are floating in the ecstasy of manufactured happiness, smiling with your intimidating eyelashes, but the blocks„„ the blocks they see you coming, and if you listen they’ll be whispering into your bruises, saying:
“You’ll neva lose me, mR. Eyelash. I’ll neva lose you„, I’ll love you always„, „, I’ll love you„„, If If If I have the time— I am the hard reality you’re floating on„,and you are JusT a passenger. I did nothing to you. YOU tried to lift what can’t be lifted. Your ‘want’ to take what isn’t yours has overpowered you.”
— this hollow love commands„weaving sick manipulation, spreading its worship by coiling up your body like a self-born ‘snake-in-the-grass’ to those living inside the pulverizing suicide of ignorance; if you could see my soul you’d smile a war-torn too-late-to-be-humbled smile, because you simply never listened. And there you are, no SupAmaN, weaponless without your bliss, No mom & dad, you’ll crawl your final bleeding crawl, draped in sweaty TB sheets and die (without your eyes) right by Hells Kitchen Port Authority— life is hard, and now you’re Metro-barred; don’t try to swipe youR card again.