[nothing goes here] YEAH go on a
bastardSLAP bang )OOPS(
that year a salty tear fell
cascaded down my brown THIGH-eye
know my weakness is bad relationSHIPS
leaving every port where my heart
)OOPS( drowns. The worst Broadway
play axed half in wholes like
Picassoic strokes —do i hate it—
\\trickytricksterfuchsakes//
Y )OOPS( ES
of course.
:: 07-16-2018 ::
THE contour of a
popped kernel
Slipped into my mind
as a silliest
th ought popcorn
pops is a mean guy
who viciously beat
the woman who loves
me. i like eating
popcorn but hate
pops.
MY kernal of #truth!
:: 07-16-2018 ::
i’m not g a y but y o u. ARE beautiful
&. y e l l o w s walk by
on two pink sticks ______hunched black
cowboy hats shoot
#Shooting Stars#
AND booked worms abused by Mr. Jones
of Manor Farm are bet’er than
book
______
managers
in brick and mortar.
:: 07- 14-2018 ::
Fury!
Black striped and gold bands
your ghost feet
my shattered tongue
Oh love!
What madness
that fragrant flower!
lungs as balloons
with air
That Time divides:
purple Pains &
pink Pleasures
Koi
carped the 5th
the judge laughed
and gummy bears hate
hungry lawyers.
:: 07-10-2018 ::
Last night gravity broke down and today
my toilet refuses to acknowledge a
fundamental rule: the push of God’s gaze
should make the toilet water flush away
all of my worse fears and physical
burdens.
It hasn’t and likely will never.
Lifting the cosmic lid and adjusting
the lever of proposition gives me
some hope — gravity apparently
has a terrible temperment when shit
tries to float down hill.
:: 06-01-2018 ::
DOUR skies slipping by
and i’m drinking a bit
of that God Juice
and mama said there’d be
these days somewhere
along my path o’life
but i’m gonna drop that
devil and his wicked
truth sandwich’d between
his lying teeth
Oh yeah mama
speaking truth ~
and where’s the sane world
oh yeah oh hell oh my o’my
and the world’s sprayed
crisscrossed across the sky
aerosol demon cinema snuff
telemetry overload death
and i’m gonna go sleep
under that tree
and no need for sympathy
or tears for all this horror
cause i’m drinking a bit
of that God Juice to make
it all right all right
Alright;
its a tough bitch to see
all the horror in the
light of day!
:: 05-26-2018 ::
I have become the exiled
in sleep i have become
not the disappeared
but one who shrinks into
a height of awareness.
An awareness as sharp as
fractured obsidian.
And within the silky-touch
moments of suffering inner
journeys my soul rejects
all coherent reason –
leave!
Exiled consciousness slips
from subjectivity into a
gaping eternal void
of abstract form; The First
Land where numbers, thoughts,
and intangibles are born
and return to rest when over-
used.
And tonight as in all previous
nights it is sleep which has
exiled me from body.
To shrink into pure consciousness.
Freedom.
:: 04-02-2018 ::
