Pickling together a masterpiece to save for after summer.

Sticking together twigs and rocks to undermine makeshift smiles.

Picking apart all sorts of art to find, to make much fun of.

Spitting, on a fire made of hell and hello's, kindness that sired a stainless steel barrel whose wall is caked with woes of all of our unhappy people.

Sandpaper shawl.
I schlepped back into class
in a sandpaper shawl after all the hell i'd been through.

I glued buttons on my
Sandpaper shawl
and scrawled in chalks all
of the meditations I learned
while I was trying to earn my black belt.

It' felt great.
I wouldn't no longer berate the less
cognizant mission.
Initiative is is alive form of protest.

It's the most and less of the human
full on experience.
Don't get delirious, live.
Please love
Please give

Glass.
It's shredded hell.

And it spills on the world.
Spilling on ground.
and smell.

And it's awful.
I hate it.
it makes me sad.
But still.

I would take away your world.

Head will make a little ache
On top of my brain
Into crested bends of pain
and tight twisted silk hankerchiefs
wrapped and soaked in brain juice knots

Stoppage is helped from leaking with
the duty of my handbuilt tourniquet

Blessed and arrested are the bales of prays at leave.

Shelved off a leaf everyday had made room for more blood to bleed.

Avarice and greed made a grassy *** casserole dotted with

kisses forged out of milk and peanut butter cake.

Into it, light up on the world, she crested on mountain edges, bound barriers likened her to a sage in old legends.

Still, there it was, all night.
And there I was within sight of her.
And it was like there was a  pleasant air about the bar.
Everyone was friendly here.
Some people, in friendly ways, kindly kept their distance.
It was even, warming buffers.
Noise and those smiles that seem to adore two talking.
Set pace, even in the next space the volume was for being a part of one another.

Bach likened hope to god
Lauding in laurels like a living legend
He's dead, real dead, it's odd
Oddly deadly ditties
Harp on hope and mindful mitigation
Irrigation sows such sounds in fields
Of hearts who can't be found
Fiddled at a clavichord
Fixated on a face
Looking at her clavicle
With music
Sweetness can erase
Erasing dubious dealings
Let them leave my face
I need to forget the girl
Forget my heart and race

I was really mad today
so I mashed a hellhole I had made into an internet message.

So I had envisioned a visage of ******* and poachers
that had stoked a fire made of
fair trade coffee grounds and mounds
of unmanaged bullets that are still
held hostage for melting a hellhole into a business.

After anything. Anybody.
Assuaged about all anger.
Anything! Anytime!
and after all, anybody.
Anything.
About anger.
About apathy
About all agape anger, aged about angst.
After anything afterall.
All.
Anything.
About anything.
About anybody.
Always.
And Always.

How in the hell did you get so furry?

Well, I think it's just who I am..


How did you feel so bad then?
It's just my answer, ma'am
It's just the feeling that I feel I see folks feel bad

But it's not your answer...

I know but it makes me mad.

Candy and fireworks is the stork upon me sill...

Even still.. there is something about words that I can't feel.

Even then... I'll try to pen and round up my heart.

I'm so sorry. sorry sorry... that I can make you try to start

to try to feel somethings.

I'm sorry love is real.

i'm SORRY that your huge rules commitee finally has to feel.

I think I saw a cockroach underneath my sink
I wanted him to die
But it made me think

Think about what life means.
Meaning.
What is meaning.

He or she is not so bad
How he or she just lives.
Living is a struggle.
Living is a shiv in the ribs.

With simple syrup and burnt boards,
I was able to afford a helpless freak
that figured food meant chili dogs and
an amount of delivered food whose price paid
for only labor and not for flavor.

She would have been my wife,
but instead I let her beat the hell out of my brain
And I can barely write a word down about it.

Back when I was eight, every friday we would have

our own little holidays.

Filled with pizza, too much soda and locally rented games.

Even still, as it was
there still was an occasion

Sometimes, mostly on weeks when
my dad had ideas that would engage us to
toss away our pizza,
and all our nintendo games

We would get chinese food.

And that was all the same to us
as having a vacation
We didn't have brains to think
That it's ONLY chinese food.

That's not how we would think
Me and my little, and my older brother would
freak out at 6 at night
When the mom and dad came home from errands
with boxes written in a language we couldn't write.

All we were was indians.
All I knew was stew
We weren't dirt poor but even still
Egg drop soup was something new.

Holy hell, i loved chow mein
I smothered my riced with hot mustard
Even though I was only nine, i knew was divinity was.
It was eggrolls, fortunes cookies, and my newfound MSG buzz.

I bet I bet I bet
Yeah...
I know.
I know.
I know.

Not much here.
But I regret.
So...
So.
So
I said it.

Get away

Blemish made gay
So Haven built saccachrin shades.

Lade in blades of bluegrass viddles.

Shipped in little phases.

I lacked shows.

I lacked phases.

But she lacked guilt,
and Monophonotic stilted milk.

I've been pulling chunks of snow and ice
out of my dogs toes
I've greased his paws, checked his maw
and evaluated the wetness of his nose

Requiring snacks and tennis *****
Fetching in a field
What a fetching wielder
of a happy heart
He'll stay when I have him heeled
How often he softens sullen hearts
and makes a sappy heart healed.

I dream about it every night.

I dream about spools of shiny silver string.

I dream about lightning is the music I try to sing.

I know, because I remember, because a lot to me.

I never knew you could see such things when you're eyes don't let you see.

I held my tongue.
As often as I could.
While dating the skinny-faced girl.

Sure.
When she twirled me around,
I found myself out of my own head.

And
Sure.
Even when she was found dead,
in the comfort of the bed,
in that house of hers,
doused with secrets and drug-fueled murmurs.

It's stirred something deep down inside.
Whirred up all of my hiding hidden emotions.

Sure.
Sowed.
And show how action over devotion
determines who's actually in charge.

Ugh.
So I barged into my mildew-made storage unit.
And I used it to plop down
And sit.
And see.
On a concrete floor.
With nothin.
Just me.
and I mangled me.
Exsanguinated.
Strangled.
With bloodshot eyes.
Enough.
Enough to manage to see how
hate
and hard hell
can create an icecold shell
over everything I ever wanted to be.

Somehow while I'm out in the snow I've learned of how snow ages
Somewhere on a page of an ancient book I learned names of all the Stages

More often I've had hoarfrost
and ever had ended in a graupel.

I've written my prayers on a piece paper
kept in abalone shell.

I've written my fears on human fingers
and I use them for my spells.

I've written one and one half
how to feel as well.

And I'm smitten by the fact and thought
that burning love can dig my well.

A poison well for poison people,
that no one wants to drink.

I poisoned only evil people
and my well is where they drink.

i shouldn't have tried to have so many issues
it's like living in a picture show stitched together with all my tissues
and paintings made of fear.
it's nearer that i'd thought it be
its my monster i have to fear

I write my words a warrior
Gladly like gladiator in a galaxy of thought
that's throught with folks that's think they're worthy
and they deserve a spot.
So try me try me try me.
I may be soft when I'm at bay.
But try to cut my throat and
then you'll see the light of day.

I dug a deep hole
to hold up a fence post today.

Held up with hardened mud
Was a re-bar
maze of cringes and shudders.

Concrete.
In stolen, steely kindred, killmonger, kinds of
courtship killings.

Let me make sure
that all my heart-spillings
is anything but truth.

Shove off,
and behoove
who should, whenever
they would
make a mind a sinful ocean-built
souls assuaged and sure of notions
held near the hilt
of our poison-bit dagger.

Lagging. And lacking
in age.
It's just a turn.
A turn of the page,
of the story of long-lived life.

I barge into life like a barrel full of bourbon lit with a beeswax wick.

After starving for four and a half years, I contrived an urban survival technique that only factored in quarters and reeking like *****.

I found several ways to kife away hours of free wifi off of my free smart phone given by the church to help with job searches.

Lucky, I had several minutes to myself to make believe.

Lucky, I was too cold to find time to cry, and grieve about a golden age that'd really only made sense when I engaged in backwards thinking.

Life can stink, and that made me happy; that I held so much in storage, and it'd assuaged away my insecurities in fear.

I used old times like leftovers; to build a porridge of a heart poured over stale soup and beer, and left out, but it'll be the last thing I can find on a life boat to bail me out of bitter makings.

Judgement. Guilt, Flirty
Those bases are begrudgingly
Logy, lackadaisical  pace
Send tracers out of guns
What fun can feel when I steal all my light from my dear sun

Moaning is a miter saw
Sawing on my face
Mooning is like cortisol
Doping me to win the race

A bug pressed upon my leg.

A bit of frozen plantain had stuck my knee.


I froze a hair of against all of the pretty girls.

I boiled all of my hell so there was no stew that they could stir.

Let me see if I can find it
The burden in the tree
The bird that stole my heart
and took my soul from me

I had a huge *** of sugar water boiling overnight.

After several days, the police knocked on my door

for several nights to ask if I was alright.



I wasn't, of course.

But what could be said?


They didn't care.

They were just concerned if I was dead.

Stumbling blubber-bees have fountains of fat.

I fumbled on ******-knees to make sense of all that.

Pretending I love the oceans of chubbies
is like making a seal out of our patience for blubberies.

Fat floats on our oceans,
we know all of that.

It floats on our oceans,
It floats out at sea.

But if I want a gold metal,
obese is what I can't be.

I made a point to poke a pinhole in the shade
to let a little light in.
How honest hearts hate home
Lonely, living life like little lizards
under a dome
under a rock
How I wish the garish light and wind would
Delight me by dowsing me in a dirt devil.
Locked in a replica of life
I'm ******. I'm ******.
My equal is a little homunculus
Clue me into why I try to live alone in a stone home
Humming as I cry. I don't ask why.
Lizards aren't for me. I'm a birdie that can't fly.

Jeez.
I'm salted and run about.

Please.
God I'm all fallen out.

Really.
I'm all sort of problems still.

Ease.
Just let me bleed out

Freedom.
God, just let me go.

Grease.
Ooze me out of a freedom that I don't know.

I bought a bundle of clotted cream out of the clearance basket
located all the way in the back of my local grocery store.

I muddled a bit of leftover herbs in a mortar,
making it into a poultice sort of good I rub on all my sores.

The more I make fire,
the more ash I'm left with.

I poured salted water on the fires,
steam showed up in the air.

More minerals caked on rocks.
Pock marks of sour crusty cake.

Four years of dry seasons
left layers of life loving salt in a dead lake.

I'm cracking,
Breaking eggs out on the salt flats.
Making flavor out of rocks.

While tying flies for winter
I found myself clipping apart
All sorts of animal fragments.

While spreading soil for spring
I found myself smelling of soil
and **** and earth leavings.

While living in life and in summer
I've be encumbered by guilt
the guilt of a creature at ease
but i'm still just a creature
who is allowed to live at
summers eave

While dying in autumn I share
Just because and how that I'm scared.
and dared to go love
and my love sent a shiv.

Only her
for my life
I would spare.

The morning after a horror date,

I baked myself a non-denominational celebration cake.


I celebrate being alive.

In spite.

Bedazzled by a bedroom sprite,

I made light of my emotions,

that turned into pig iron and over caustic coke that could never even ever start the driest fire.

What would happen if the smartest dude you ever knew had gargled half of glass of alkaline work, and half asinine notions?


What would it make?

A potion of well-constructed posited positions based on logic?

Or a self-constructed swamp bewailed in muddy air the had never even shared the point of life and joyment?

Instead the swamp was employed by devils deployed to only stack up and foster self-hatred?

What you think of your life is Hercules when you remain
untween bread.
But what you are is a heretic,
when when you choose life, live instead.

Salt can smelt on you
And take your taste
Make it much better
Like colored dye on gray wool
that is made into a sweater.

Serious sticky sugar heat
Baited me when I hated that pretty girl.

Crazy, I dug so deep
Doubt tip-high nights with a facade of trust.

Busting through a shroud of hell,
you made,
and hid,
cuz you're such a sharp gal.

And we both found it when we found ourselves
in a ***** bottle after a night of happy chances.

After flirty advances,
a shell ripped off my legs.

I sign that I was just another,
One of your nicely sculpted dregs.

Immediately, really,
I'll shut up.

I found a man on the ground soaked in water life
Living with hungry brown bears in his brain.
He asked if I ever had felt what love a wife can give.

And I said I wish I never had. It's bad.
And I hate how much I hate her.
It's not what she deserves.
She was my most favorite and it's not what she deserves.
I Left her in a desert with dry hope and dead love.
My beloved left me because I killed her heart, the dove.

My favorite smell I ever smelled was a bit of dirt packed in a hole.

I feel like my favorite food, is just the favorite food of a fool.

I like starchy food.
And tough personalities.

I can smell good people,
a sweet smell at an ease.

I thought I knew a people,
and I hope heave for my friends.
But my pursuit for greatness,
I'll die before it ever ends.

I told them I'm a was a boxer
Working graveyards for Federal Express
Lessening my emotions
Chewing tobacco in excess

Suddenly so sullen. I shave a bed of sully folks
Stoking fires made of poision
was not the tradition of my old folks..


So, it had to had to happen sullenly
Fire on the flame
I could not hate so sullenly
Humans I could not abstain

but it to it, came life stitiches
Leaving love life in  a bag
I may have life, but stitches
but still i'm just a stag.
A bitter leavened heavy heart but still i'm just a boy
I cannot lead anything
I'm hungry boy toy

Godly.
Think of then.
What is the odd end of Godly hoards.
Offored with erreverence in the sanction of Lords wards.

It's not like life's worthless.
But a purple without dew.
could bring ashame and worthlessness
as long as there's nothing you won't do.

Glassiness is the hell that's
happened to crack my blood-soaked eyes.

And crass presumptions
hold little hell when gumption is what belies

Belies a holy belly,
Held in hell,
but built upon holly and poison ivy stalks.

Still,
I don't talk about green deals
and I don't care about water.

Not long enough.
Not enough to falter.
Not enough to give an ear.
Not even enough to breath.
Not enough to give a shoulder.
To cry on.
Enough for the earth to see.

It's a gal
Glaring in the light
Like a mountain with some snow

It's blaring
Like a light
It's scary
God I hate what's right

It's staring
Into me
It's blaring cacophony

It's a bear
It's broke
It's a fire
I won't stoke

It's there
And there it is
It's right, so wrong, so is
What's I'm doing difficult?

Canned in bags
Lacking. Lags.
Stupid stags.
So silly is this drag.

I should just get breakfast
Break away from me.
Breaking from the sorry soul
So such is being free.

Just because I don't care about you
Doesn't mean I don't care about your life.

Just because I don't think about you
Doesn't mean I've forgot about you

Just because I would rather not remember you
Doesn't mean that I don't remember  you

Just because I hate you
Doesn't mean that I don't love you.

I had acknowledged the brevity of placing crystal on the mantelpiece.


I felt so bad, but at least a loss of a crate barrel of peppercorns had released me from the largest form on endangerment.


Relenting,
I, snoozing about in a blanket made of broken trade deals and lackadaisical linens laced into a self hated leaving.


I shiver like a silkworm held against her better judgement.

I'm sealing a lining with my spit because I'm uncertain what will be.

Just say the word.

If world peace depends on me.

Let's pretend I'm happy

Let's pretend that's right.


So.


That's not enough.
It's not enough.
Resources and polemic strife.

So.
Then.
Let's pretend I love you.
I don't.
But that's ok.

Only because has to be, because.

You make me.
Papa bear.
You'll make me rot my knee.

Let light hold a higher being.

For real!

I'm not worth seeing.
But maybe my ideas might be.