Tag Archives: #surrealism

THE RA&&IT & THE HAT

WHETHER morticians wear
the makeup of cadavers
or madness is the friendliest
voice makes no difference
you are sick
to believe loud colors
have no mouth
and the trunks of people
grow deeply rooted roads
that have many toll booths
the rich pay for free things
and the poor steal dreams
those dead envy the living
and those alive
feel so dead.

:: 10-27-2018 ::


LIVING GHOST

EVERYTHING seems so real
the dancing trees
the talking clouds
and how you feel

When i’m alone i’m not here
everything’s gray
the world’s a memory
while you’re away

how does it feel
how does it feel
how does it feel

(to be)

a living ghost
within your skin
screaming in silence
while the world
fades away

when everything
seems so real.

:: 10-19-2018 ::


SQuEEZeD

SQUEEZED is my brain so i think nothing like no thing
stitched partly into vengeance and frozen time Madness
i can hear the poisoning troop of deception cloaked behind
lies calling me
ooh oh ooh aah ah aah
so show me ruin show me evil
show me unsee-able things
i will show you armor
i will show you strength
i will slay you from now
until the very end of time
some call me nothing
some call me conscious
some call me love
I AM HEARTBREAK

:: 10-06-2018 ::


MANIACAL MANNEQUIN

EAT me maniacal mannequin
kiss my wishes. i am a broken
misunderstanding that only you
can understand AND SO the sun
Falls down across the erecting
Moon –the movers fell into
gracious love with the shakers
so lick me maniacal mannequin
and hold me until my skin turns
porcelain-blue like your heart.

:: 10-05—–2018 ::


ERASED EXISTENZ AM i

Creep. Inch-Crawl here.
Thrum’p dead weight slide
Join-locked SNAPPED
knee raised /
/
<FOOT) swoop goes
that beast down the alley
of arrow needs || caused my eyes
to hemorrhage S h at tereD my
heart & MIND. Threw away UP
over and beyond hope @shameless
@ erased existenz am i — YES.

:: 10-05-2018 ::


WEATHER REPORT

IT rained ruinously down the streets went the
raging day’s temperament
The dog’s barking and snapping at the droplets
of regretful tears that grew into monstrously
huge violence
A hailed cab stood no chance and a failed
businessman took his clothes off and dove
headfirst into the gutter of despair
The young mother with her stroller hoisted
her sails and allowed squally wind to
pacify the cute cuddly cherub
\no other thing existed. The world
was all empty pending the eleven o’clock
news./

Unpredictable — as is nature.

:: 09-29-2018 ::


LIGHT MY CIGARETTE WHILE I CUT MY WRISTS

absolutely maybe if wings flew
without a bird’s body and the air
lifted ground as outer space
filled inner spirits

then all things might be
equal and if so then what?

Zero.

Which is arguably a ‘something’
less than 1 but greater than
less than zero.

Words.

The devil’s insidious plot to
madden the human mind with
intangible monsters that chip
away at the glass floor we
all ignore and rarely look
down upon
we might see the super-
structure of reality then.

What then?

HORROR.

:: 09-21-2018 ::


I HEARD YOU CRY IN TERROR

THESE terrors squeezing life
the unraveling || greatly suffers
a crying child with tremors and
mobbing monsters walking
with shadows || when your mind
is struck in terror like this
aaagh! Save the angels but
forget me –brave the light of
day where terror shows it’s face
{gripping the throat} is the greatest
horror of all __i am a madman bleeding eyes shut
and acrylic paints the INK the most!
Tyrant! Is fear the most!

:: 09-17-2018 ::


LIGHT MY CIGARETTE WHILE I CUT MY WRISTS

… absolutely maybe if wings flew
without a bird’s body and the air
lifted ground as outer space
filled inner spirits

then all things might be
equal and if so then what?

Zero.

Which is arguably a ‘something’
less than 1 but greater than
less than zero.

Words.

The devil’s insidious plot to
madden the human mind with
intangible monsters that chip
away at the glass floor we
all ignore and rarely look
down upon
we might see the super-
structure of reality then.

What then?

HORROR.

:: 09-21-2018 ::


NATURE’S WAYS

walking down a beam of wood

and over the muscles of a

raging river a duckling floats

by in plastic yellow and crying

oh duckling sweet toy

someone should save us!

a cloud fluffs and coughingly

sings: my little gifts my saddened

fleshy fish we love you —- i

dip a toe into the water’s eye

o say o no o my ooh such fresh

feelings as the duckling falls over

head first across the water’s edge |||

a paper boat with a tall mast

floats by…

:: 09-13-2018 ::