Daily Archives: July 3, 2015

THE MOST SINCEREST SLOGAN unprinted

“It’s not a great product
but you got to spend your
hard earned money!”

:: 07-03-2015 ::


SLOGANS ARE WHORES

Think different, Wheaties
breakfast of champions
and Caitlyn knows ||
i’m so horny but for tail
no dangling pieces
And a Diamond is Forever
They’re G-r-r-r-eat!
and Nothing Sucks like
an Electrolux!
Lover’s know: the best
part of waking up is
Folgers in Your Cup
and I don’t want to be
a consumer of commercial
products: shoot me please!
“Hey Mikey…He Likes It!”
case closed: hooked fish-
lipped mouth and nature’s
a whore so “Don’t Leave
Home Without It!”
Nothing Outlasts the Energizer
by Mennen and Pardon Me, But
Do you have any Fucking Grey
Poupon?” I mean, really…?
I digress infinitly and I’ve
Fallen and I can’t Get Up!”
t h is is you r b rain
on drugs –> BE LIKE MIKE
Got milk? Snap into a Slim Jim
horrific shit, yeah.yea.

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BOOKED A MIRROR TO FOLLOW ME

i don’t care because today i’m so worried sorry!
i’m not scared; i had a piece of mind
on a plate with my own thoughts
for breakfast and citrus in my heart like orange
juice /./so booked a mirror to follow
me and i’m so scared cause today i found
my thoughts living their own life!
a reflection of me
a deflection of life!
a reflection of me
a deflection of life!
oh yea, oh yea, oh yea
i’m doing well laying here
in all white and so lonely
in a bed in a ward for
loony excited minds of
art and words and it’s okay
it’s a reflection of me
a deflection of life!
a deception of reality
a construct of love
and i say i like you
and i pray i love me
and i spray semen all
inside your soul
~~~ blue-white meds of life
i’m not coming back.

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ATHAME ALTERS YOU

i am skin you shed
i am dead ~~
i say you like me
i am sad
i am cosmetic drug
i am blue and white
inside all of you

when you say
word i hate you
lord knows i do
when you cry
bird flew away
it’s all you

i am so sick
i am so dead
i am like you
i am what i am
i am that i am

and you: what
are you?

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TO TOUCH YOUR LIPS WITH MY TEARS

ALONE with my silence
what does life mean
if forgiveness
never exists
thinking, i
thought a kiss
like sun upon lips
but who lives forever
nothing made of skin
nor flesh; none of us
and when there’s no
place for us then what
is this thing that
builds up dreams then
walks away from us
i see love, lies, fear,
tender pain; i gave
the world all my art,
touched your soul upon
my fingertips
then|when love
must die +

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PIECES OF SATURDAY AFTERNOON

i am clearly mistaken
wishing this band of machines
trumping biologically through
my yard: the wild weeds would
meekly go-away!
the busily buzzing infestation
(within my heart) not aphid
but army-worm and fire ant!
And my woody areas: grassy
smile assaulted by chigger-
bugger biggers than chinchbug!
But grasshoppers invited to
my home! The SpringLegged
leaping thoughts of green-
beauty ~~~~~~~~~~ i
wish to jump as high in life!

:: 07-03-2015 ::


MISIDENTIFIED

Jesus!
No! Not YOU, the one who
lives on 5th and MLK Street
but bares a cross across
his chest and two bullet
wounds upon his back.
Jesus!
Yes! You! When’s the BBQ?
I have three crucified chickens
and one pig burned at the stake
waiting for the hungry masses
who forget their prayers at
night.

Who’s bringing the beer?

“Jesus”

:: 07-03-2015 ::


WHITE SHEETS LIKE THOUGHTS

…then like thoughts
~~~ those bellowing white
sheets hung by clothespin
needs i thunk;

thought;
THINK!       And blue-sky,
trueWHY : because it first
receives sunlit hopes
to dry bellowing white
sheets hung by clothespin
thoughts   /    needs i know

:: 07-03-2015 ::


SHAPED-LIKE PARAMECIUM

AND sometimes i will not
ever be that for you
If staring at me you will
see life round-tightly my
eyes ; a driver called
‘misfortune’ watching its
meter as i stare out the
mobile cave upon vibrating
cilium realizing your heart
is shaped paramecium!
The interesting unicellular
ciliated protozoa lover
– a predator-prey love!

:: 07-03-2015 ::


LONELY ROAD

AND so the lonely road going
nowhere to-ever and through whistling
a love ballad badly through loose teeth
meant anything behind the wheel
my heart grips it tightly like the aching
need of a lost lover who made me coffee
in morning before sunshine was
swept beneath lying carpets
did i tell you? especially when you
made me popcorn perfectly
the many smallBIGs of what i lost

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