I was "hands are tied" denied
by a Bloatfly with two eyes,
four wings, six feet, and no *****.
A gene splicing brainchild
high on the benzene manslaughter
fuming up from the shores below.
He was snooping through a kaleidoscope
Excavating my frontal lobe when he noticed
the furious drone of an active anthill catacomb.
Next thing you know Jealousy's backbiting nag
is setting it's sites on his uninviting neck,
going in for a quick pulse check.
Ready for war, no need for cures attitude
he grabbed a scalpel and evened the score.

Doritos and cheese puffs
grease the tips of my fingers.
I'm a mess; a complete word press.
Undressed - more or less.

Mismatched socks
and I don't give a ****.
Just take them off
get in bed; let's beat the clock.

T-Rex joined a marching band.
A round of applause if you could.
The man deserves a hand.

A picture of you still
sits in my wallet.
I bring it out when
I'm at all the parties.

Cockroaches in the carpet.
I can't stop watching them frolic.
Nightcrawlers in a bucket.
I think they need a rocket.

It comes at me quietly
like a moth buried
beneath my flesh
slowly moving it's wings
churning just enough
This thing called love
I let it abduct what's left
As I fall asleep it carries me up

I wanna be a poet's death;
extravagant to the touch.
Harvest me the honest intent
behind every typewriter key
the world has ever plucked
and I'll show you a realm
where words were often said
but never were they really felt.
I wanna pack a punch large enough
to withdraw the borrowed breath
you cling to like some misplaced
cliff ledge you happened past.
What good's a map when your compass
only shows four points of south?

Got the locomotion of a Komodo swollen tenfold
Harpoon tongue working like a snake's does
Point of attack: Your food for thought stash
Connecting the dots like Rorschach
Lord of the dunce cap; I'm in it for the long laugh
Poetry like scratch off's minus the cash trough
Too bad, better luck next stop
Spare a dime for the would-be spies
breaking bones from behind closed off blinds