everytime you have ***,
especially if youre positioned over the girl in military style with your straightened back
  and tightened glutes and hamstrings with your neck aligned parallel
thrusting
in unison with the metronome,
you always think ''
oh yeah, I'm just doing a workout at your leisure"
and when the *** seeps out of your **** and you roll away,
you stand up
and shake your head in disappointment
and **** on your cigarette stained with
***** juice.
that cigarette is always amazing afterwards though,
and so is the
drive home

feeling pretty manic right now maybe its because I haven't done anything of interest today.
scorpions settle in the eyes of traitors alone with rotten bananas that we do not discard unless poisoned
my
neighbor is spraying his house with a hose trying to wash off bird ****,
and I see him
65
with rainbow crocs and a ponytail as he huddles over his hose and sprays and he plays grateful dead
  and a waft of *** smoke comes out of his smelly garage in the saharan heat.
the tank top sitting like a used up napkin in a deli with green splotches of
life.
old timers used to be interesting but now they're hippies.
so it takes 5 minutes  to bake a hot pocket-
  the end of the world is
  now

the duck goes squawk squack
with green crackers,
"SQACKK SQAACCK WITH GREEN CRACKERSS!!!"
you toss
a biscuit in its mouth and it chokes it down

''SQACCK SQACCKK. GREEN CRACKERS!!" as it charges towards you and rams its head into your kidney

''SQACK SQACK!!!''
then you pull out of your silver switchblade and stab the beast
and its entrails spill out and cover you in red blood and you wrestle its neck while it pecks your eyes with its dull beak SQACKKINNGG

as you stand over its corpse, you tap its gentle body and say a prayer and place some pennies over its eyes
it was a fine adversary but too much for an afternoon
  at a petting zoo

What are you doing at this point ?  just standing over my body and poking me with a stick out of amusement?
you're very cruel and not as innocence as you claim, just cold and calculating, you'll be
a real heartbreaker one day, with bodies buried in a Mexican desert and it won't phase you.

sick

Turning off for now

windowless blue flake temples
I hope I'm not hated.
I hate myself enough

I've died a thousand times
And made my bed a thousand times and attended funerals a thousand times and swam in green oceans a thousand times and juggled swords a thousand times
And paraded along silk streets a thousand times
And witnessed births a thousand times
And seen splattered remains a thousand times
And talked to ghosts a thousand times
And worn grey canvass potato bags a thousand times with Gucci slip ons in Georgia and I have ultimately learned nothing
Maybe next time

Everything is slow and my thumb can only tap so fast
And everything gets capitalized, and this **** is bright and I'm blind
And j have a cramp in my leg and the female hisses as she squirts venom in Mason jars
So it is
Another phone poem, another wasted minute
Mars looks good tonight

I write for the likes
Just being honest. I'm a lab rat suckling on the nectar from tubes. Acknowledge me
I have no life, the bean pellets taste like corn and the frothy soup has been digested along with the ham.

Sitting through 6 hours of pawn stores I have found
God
In a motor home

I feel like a sociopath
I drink water and eat a grape with cheese.
Dust is in my heart, the crying girls will have their way,
Plucking out all my remains and leaving none for the sad mice

I get tired of writing about me all the time
Because how much can a man *****?
So dig up some dirt and clean a car,
Don't cry, don't be a sad sack.
Put those dead roses in a vase and pretend they're alive, at least they smell good

Pushed aside with no mercy and my head deloused,
Scraped into a bin along a ***** subway crowded by bugs.

Eyes are misaligned and so is the soul, dreams like flight among the black dunes
What does it matter, it's just some more words for the flames
Everything been said, everythings been plundered and there is no mystique
left to wring out of this husk

A giraffe dancing with heels while eating a watermelon and ******* a clown
That's the first time anyone has ever thought of that

Congratulations

I'm glad you left because it showed me how easily you break
You'd never have my back if This was enough to drive you away
Good riddance,
And don't use me for material anymore

Nowhere is a destination
And nothing is a state of being
It takes courage to be free
It takes courage to not
Exist

They even
Pick their own disorders on the premise that they'll look good.
Starving

I wish being a fat drunk paid off, but I'm no longer fat at least and I gave up drinking 2 years ago.
I still crave obliteration
and it shall crumble all cathedrals before me

Love is silly really

Lavender coolant I slap the gentle wind like a ***** and fold back into thieving muses

Hair in clumps and savage brutality, your eyes leak from the socket like faucets and your teeth arrange themselves in stacks of 10.
Eternity in an empty zoo like forever and footprints walking along the stone
I'm supposed to care
But you never gave me a chance to say sorry and maybe I'm
Sorry

subtlety
and swirling,
fire bugs make a nest
in the theatre seats . you want to be a star and now is your
shot,
burn
out    and away

*/

water turns into ice
then melts back into water
maybe it does this
because it gets bored with itself

my happiness lasts until my first sip of coffee til about an hour later then it's all down hill from here. the gloomy realization that I have 8 more hours of this until I can be asleep.
but sleeping in isn't enough
and I'll be awake all night
again
I don't know where I am,
time to go bury a goldfish and talk to crazed hobos so they can
flee in fear

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windows 95 booting up in the dungeon whilst chomping on a yellow Macintosh,
dust of the centuries of wistful electricity. it's zap around the air and sooner or later it comes by mail. your perfume and kisses like my favorite
newsletter
subscription, I like, and hearts it and keep you in my file
drive for
rainy days .
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a thumbs up. I need another
memory stick

I'm smoking a cigarette now even though you hate it
You don't think I care but I thought of you
now while alone under grey clouds
at 1:37 am 2000 miles away
You're not easily forgotten,
And you make me consider what I may or may not have done to hurt you.
maybe this is what you wanted, but it is quiet out here and there is a trickle of rain splashing on moonlit
sidewalks
I'll be asleep very soon

Is this a haiku
Immersed in twilight suns
It hurts to be free

If you turn the **** to the right there's a password that will let you in
It is 'screwdriver25'
Did you get it? Ok good
Now look at the floor and sit down and tap your nose we will examine the
Ediface.

It takes time to be born,
It takes time to walk in circles, I'm still over
Here

naked & afraid

I got a bad ***** she call me Julio
Ridin down the block like Skittles *****
Yuh
Yeet yeet
****** be hatin
Hatorade lil baby
******* mean lil baby?
Skrrrt
Drrty dozen Poppin xannies like a fountain
Cuh cuh
Eskettit
**** a ***** like a ****,  yuh I'm hard
June bugs get the
First of the
Feast

love is in the air

Can I read something good
Just
Vacate
Inoculate yourself. Porches in May.
She lays down down like wilted sun
Flowers

Absolutely awful
Neon and indigo
I bought
A crouton for my niece she sits in the cellar,
And my bucket is full.

About time now, and clacking, clacking
Eyedrops with red dye, pick up your mouse you swine.
Merely dreaming all the time,

Tuesdays at the park and never crying

Again

On a wall
Dripping down blue ribbons like a noose, your hand outstretched and cadavers leaking on a table
Squeeze the pus from the wound and consume ***** dogs
Names etched in sand with no purpose

I drank some water just now and I watched a movie
My plants are cold and now it's dead.
See something between these lines because I genuinely don't know anymore
Nothing really matters does it
?

your tears hurt me
and I can only watch.
I can't force something out of pity,
it needs to be real and right now it feels like obligation,
like something preconceived

I don't know what to do anymore, but you keep making the same mistakes over and over allowing yourself to feel such pain
over nobody.
dispel the myth,
there's nothing behind these curtains

bass and feel
based
in grounding
air tight no room for sin
it goes up and down
loud and slow
hot and cold
blue streaks of fire
I wipe my face of sweat
and needles circumvent me- lasting til dawn,
faces
scrawled on ash silk, there's 14 candles and one still burning. tomorrow is yesterdays history

Do not tell me to watch my mouth,
if you're cold
then go grab a blanket

pitched
by pigs and cold coffee.

**** it dry,
my coffee is black
and it needs spice.

fly at night, too many crowds and too many lines. explosions in soft places; roll around a tight hall--- 2 green lights go woo


I love good
juice,
praying to a fine specimen called tomorrow .  open your
*******
eyes

blue
berry,
tongue
sheet nine and ***, tied with tape, mouth full of seed we lay down in a grass dungeon.
hormones
like a fly in a trapped jar,
she straddles the spike and inserts 98
sticks of thermite. dissolving along lines of cold separation. neither knows how,
it descends like
fuel.
poke your eyes,
I **** the man and eat his mistake . Don't pretend there are vibrations anywhere but
here

I want to write a sincere poem but maybe I've lost my way.
I keep thinking of the way it needs to resolve at the end
to make it seem more meaningful than it is,
like a clever line which ultimately
isn't that interesting nor profound,
just esoteric. It's supposed to be meaningless I guess, like
everything else.

You paint your face with shadows and protest to a benevolent spirit.
All you have is
nothing, go dance in the
flame

a nameless poem as you skulk around in your winter coat;
running water
with a rusty faucet.

He got his first tattoo; so did the mail clerk, and
lady  making stew.  We peel away our desires.
last I tried, I looked up to a haze and stole my own dreams . IF you want to speak unwind your tongue.
fissures
  on a back
  like steely remains.  Demons may only dissolve in cool
lava ,
beat away the forces that keep you repressed. & Don't apologize
ever again

went to the store and got angel hair pasta and a few eggs and a slab of cheese
to make carbonara;
also need the pancetta and a good block of parmesan.
boil the noodles
then whip up the eggs and pour in a **** load of pepper and some salt, and maybe rosemary or something along with the parmesan and a good helping of aged cheddar
whilst the pancetta is cooking.
place everything in the *** and mix around and let the eggs congeal and grate some parmesan on top
and mix in the pancetta with some pasta water.
get your nicest plate and gently pour the contents into the plate while wiping away any spattering,
as you walk over to the dinner table,
trip over and drop everything and let the cat eat it then go take a shower and
get **** faced and go for a walk
into a dark corridor humming a tune

I cut an apple blossom from the tree
and laid it out for her,
there was still some pollen residue on it and the branches were shaking from the wind.

she saw it and smiled, and I knew It was better than any of the cards.
be real,
don't try

I'll just go away, you don't really know me
you fell in love with the idea of me
an idealized version of who I am,
I don't want to let you down.
it's time to go home now, time to open your eyes and see
the potential in front of you;
limitless

I'm sorry for giving you too much hope
maybe I was too eager to believe myself, because what is worth living for
if you have nothing to put your faith into?
we may as well be dead at that point,
and I'm not ready to die
yet

so many ****** poems

if these words are as bored as I feel then I may as well
just set them on fire.

horrendous - read a cook or cookbook. 2 cups of sugars per serving of steak,
we walk along corridors of blood and sewage,
and we pray
to gods that wish for our demise.
laugh if you want
it's a little funny

tired, I've seen enough good poets

I hope I'm good,

these letters
are tossed in the bin, and maybe someone reads a note. kiss your lips,
and it spills into a glass
like cold water.

we're too young for this,
and too old to die.

the still waves caress the shore,
and she paints it just like she told me she
could

ha ha,
the shine is not seen, frothing at a dumpster now
noon by 11,
so it goes.

and what if it isn't a barbituate? and the senator is irate?
then you still stand among the folly and whisper
what they despise,
she cries like
lemons in dusk,

and I'm a deadly flower, picked and pricked. hallucinogenic, datura is a deliriant,
you will be
spinning in your kitchen for the next 10 hours and gurgling hymns
to Jehovah.

tip toe,
and put your feet on my lap,
let's watch a movie and drift away. the night is like a fire, just before the coals
give out,  the smoke
softly kisses your  
face, gently,
and with passion

I don't want to love anymore,
because at some point, someone wants something that the other person can't
provide

it's never enough.

'I don't talk enough',
' I don't make enough',
'my friends are annoying' , ' I had previous girlfriends prior to you that make you jealous or something'
'I'm too affectionate'
'I drink too much' , 'you do this, you do that'
I'd rather just not be a part of it.
you want to be 'friends', but you know that could never happen.

there's nothing to gain by friendship, you need my
heart

my dad is so proud,
he hammered some plywood against his deck
to sort of act as make shift walls

it looks ameteurish and cheap and I don't quite understand the purpose,
but I love seeing his enthusiasm

and after a while it did become cozy. the thin, wobbly plywood
added charm, and my morning coffee seemed much
warmer
I sip slowly, and a bird arises from its nest of twigs

I always get blame after the fact. I'm always the 'bad guy',
but I know the second I said "I love you" it was already over.

there was nothing left to plunder.
I was no longer interesting, I was
easy

I dont feel like writing another poem again
why am I even here, clacking
this *******
I should be
digging a pothole to throw garbage in and plant
weeds -- something productive


my stomach hurts,
and people are yelling at me for being honest and considerate of their overall well-being.
you can still talk to me,
maybe?
but I had to lift the curtain, sorry if it's not what you like.

a crumpled tissue sits on the dresser, and there's a transient singing a lil pump song,
I threw a brick at him and he ran into the bush.
days are too long for all of this
sorrow

Time goes by so fast and you howl and breathe like a ***** beast
What once was 2 years is now 5 and what was once 5 is 10
And before you know it what was once cute and endearing at 16
Is now Strange and immature at 24
I didn't ask for this
I wanted to be eternal, I wanted to be timeless
And thats why they all die at 27 and I'm nearly there.
No one will bury me
I'll be scattered ash for daises, while the tombstones all read prayers

These eyes have seen enough

You wait in a hall for your lunch
It's so so
The lights of Tokyo blind you
And your guts are cancer

Smoking in a balcony, I don't wanna slip,
The stars are history that we swear by
I used to be
A child full of
love

Youve been stuck In a lift we've been trying to reach you for hours
The power has been cut
And the doors wont pry

  What is your name, do you feel Ill?
Where are your parents?
What do you do?

Press the button to the bottom floor,
And be on your merry way
There is no resolve

I love growing out my hair and beard, it feels Noble and wise
Why did we ever bother with vanity anyway
It just shows we had nothing better to do
The Mammoth had already been slain, now we were just watching a pale sun that never seemed to set