April 2012
15 posts
Blur
The rebel fugitive cab driver picks up the harlequins
And rapes them until they understand what it means
To be human and it all blurs together
The city the lights
The cock the cunt
The message the truth
But then again classrooms can be deceiving
Don't Waver
My eudemonia could be taken in stride but it seems to
Simple to overly sifice
At clouds of interminable white and keep
The blacks from my coveted tractors because they had their
Turn to all the others for recognition you said a folly
I regurgitate words for mine are not so special
As to be those intermingled with holler than thou
Thou art but not at the same
I can only be kept by those...
And It Will Come for You
The president took acid and made a mark on the floor
As his politics mirrors his religious whore
The baby vomited sunlight and the mother lapped its generosity
As the calming father waited to luxate them by paternity
The homeless man ate soap as the pressed skeleton
Smiled with out control over his generous funds
And the clock struck back again
Why Must Conscious Be a Choice
The retarde chelonian walks by store openings aware
Of nothing that those companies intice into mainstream
Bullshit to feed to an overcrowded and indulged hipster
Anthem belting manogomus perfusion of heartache and
Quorals exspunged by fadoras and burning memories
The infantile swirl of fortitude and open sexuality
Could be as easily squashed as my genitailia or psyche
And the lesser being...
March 2012
44 posts
Dr. Straightlove or: How I Learned to Stop...
The tellurian vigina discretely bids the light
In a twisted perversion the 50’s would easily spit
Into and lap up as the genocide of the women’s race
Bleeds ever farther from the abhorrent crack
And the men run fleeing to it in terror
And need its instincts to guide it from mushrooms
And cradles and glutinty of metal scraped by earth
And used as dichotomy
And yes let’s...
Bust
I bring rain by a vernal sun
And I make the men pray for the storm
I make the world and it’s need
And I hold the need in music and make all deaf
I form the bust of man
And he is me
So can the bust finally fall and kill all that he created
Blasé
My Oedipus conniption
Is full of corse depiction
Of slaughtering my son the devil
Or of sleeping on upheaval
We need to create poise
For dosn’t the baby tire with his toys
Crystals
The photo album had a moschate stench
From its age and reprehensible memories
A glass of crimson despair a fire low and foreboding
It all blurs as dose the past the poem and identity
We like to make it clear here
King of I Don't Know
The adroit metaphors shanked Pynchon’s
Voice in a barren crowd
It is all but what the venom sipped from a challis
Made of bone the blood of sand and Jesus’s eye
Tree v. Earth
The ground could catechize the tree for his huborous stature
But the tree could just as easily tell the ground
How lovly the air tastes
How simple the view creates
And how thank cup the tree is to be swayed by the breeze
For he cares not that the breeze is his puppeteer
But that the puppet may move at all
X's on the Antagonist and His boy
The little boy bought his comic books with martyr intent
His batman and superman stacked high
So he may cut his finger on the pages every side
And draw in his fluids on the evils of good
The same grinning visage with incorrect marks for eyes
For they could save the ruck between the page
Yet his parents could not say the same
So the boy wades through fires
Till he can finally be the villain...
Poem
If dommer ate his children
Then eve had no pride
All but the quickest wit
Should be spared and tried
For all can write poetry
But none so overt as me
Everybody is in a great relationship and I'm just... →
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Arrested development is the shit!!! Prob the best show ever made. I want the movie out is bad
Get Off the Train
Vocal chords resonate with a terrifying
Brisance that no fuse may light more
But if the voices words are broken
They must be let to stand
For the carp must return to the sea as if it were truth
And no one may take that away from me
The Hand Is Where the Heart Is
An Iniquitous god ate a baby in its sleep
And the god is its father but only for now
The Gasser talked of nothing with envy of those who didn’t
But he made the first thing you ever loved from nothing at all
The Roman with a heavy sword and a lack of truth
Had yet a selcouth eye of gold
For his palms could still be run through
Fallen
Abstraction is the sincerest form of flattery
Not for the man but for its reality
Come into this formulated elixir
For sharp tongues only slit throats
And poignancy austere
Anarchy
It is not the place of a body
It is not the place of a saint in red eyes
To tell the demon dressed in gold
That his beliefs of self must destroy
It is not selfish unless there the man bends
It is the most charitable of denotations
For it forces one to pick a standard
And let files gather themselves in an empty desk
In an empty mind that dosn’t need them to speek
Contradictions Give me Hope
Entreating papers of elegant sing
Are all but affectations of needed caress
Like ships in a yard uptight and up-dressed
And tinfoil may be polished
But it does not for a wardrobe make
I staired at an ominous partition
Of the fears of he generation that had me
And I touched it as picket fence wept at the sigh of an
Atrocity it created
For wasn’t the fence the only one declaring...
Burns
The sun erupted from America’s metaphorical cock
And it sang a prase of brazen gall upon any man woman child
The sun etched the patterns of her dress on her flesh
All down her side read a perfect swallow to giver her peace
His chest singed with his most formal of ignorance
And the stitching melded with his form
And he looks sown from the bliss he tried to be
And the boy was baptized...
Make Yourself
Coddle babies in black holes and swaddle them tight
Weeds could save them if only by dowager’s might
They all come back to take what was rightfuly the owners
But the astringent commune takes hammers and nails
To fine to be weighed on the scale
If it worked for the few it can work for the many
But the level stooped should only be brought to
One who’s prayers have been levied
Spew it
If the absinthe took Max any deeper
All could be lost of love
I need the confusion to keep me stable
I vomit on birthday candles and watch Africa die on it
I want no less than abortions and sunken eyes
Fostering sharp tongues and fallen angels
That devour a heart for only the heart eats
Dogs of war might be let
But greatness only spills in fortitude on the floor
I want what no one wants...
Dime Store Thief
The dime store theif is esculent
Just as as the morsels he slithers away with are
But you must remit his sin
For he must keep his hearts a thunder
And his plates full of pallets
Full to home and sensual need
After all small portions for the big eyes
Seemed fair at the time
For his life is riotous
For it takes what isn’t his
And for the good doesn’t look back
Maze
My mind like pretentious perfect slabs of granite
Should I take my hands to the side and make foot holes
Or should I just let go and let me have it
But one you fall into the maze you can’t fall no matter how
Soft the stone
Eat Up Saviors
My Antipode is my lord
My savior is my need
As a breed to easy to find nirvana’s heed
If sweet laced with frilly flamboyance
Floated on the stream of air could I eat it
Or might it just seep like annoyance
In my temporal lobe
I could eat weed and let vines caress my head
Like cartoons of ships melt into horizons
It’s all deceived into my mine I won it because I say so
And I...
Give Up
A master becomes the pococurant
At the end of his watch
His religion of hard and fast training looses luster
His bone becomes as week as muscle
And his muscles as resilient as bone
He slips his tongue back and forth through slits in his figure
For he has too much to say
And not enough to let it known
He forgot to live a life with others
So he stays the rock of sniveling bastardization...
Question Fuck
His rutilant cock to be a giver
Her stagnant body a vessel
I need a sign that what the heartache drinks
Is not as pedantic as my pen
Creep forth a nimble horse drawn carnage of vomit
You must grace you keeper with his means
For he wants it and wanting is half the fight
But he can not hold what soft became the curse
Talent can only escape the talentless
So make me a woman
And give me what...
Murf
I soak up the spill of engendered blood as he dies further
This appertains to a dog
A companion of my natural life
A poet dies on his birthday
And accends where all dogs lie
Regergitate appologies and raised glasses but keep your memory
He laped up spit in the corner out of a bowl
I with a mop must cleen his disturbance for the last time
His memory is now only his grave
That’s why...
Reliance?
I need you to force my shift
I need you to let a stray adrift
I need you to work through a conflict of words
I need you to listen if only to Nick it away
It’s profluent in a duck-tile fashion
Pressed up like a dressed up doll on display
For an unknown lobby
And only keeping lockets can keep secrets
And only fucking can stay deamons
And, apperently, only repition can cure souls
I Love a Poem with No Soul
The Oracle killed my father and my mother watched
My son was dead before birth on the guilt of fingers crossed
Sometime the world is what is sown
And some time the world is from the eye cursed to know
College 5
Im only quadrennial for it is too easy to graduate than fail
If birds sang like children there would be no war
The they could eat like sinners the devil would not be so stale
If only children weren’t deaf and to the underscore
I could wish them luck on face value
For they are trained to construct them without cause
And engender a pattern in a forgone niche anew
This is the place of...
College 4
I sit in the professor’s layer
Androgynous in his petifelic mustach
That I could quite like
To injest this self
To excrete another
I should love you as I bite my finger in repose
I should kiss the orcistra as it lets my fly
With breath in my ears
I can hear all the poetry I question
I can question the man above me
And wonder why I speak so obtuse
College 3
I am an alembic set to gape
To slaughter pigs i see only as meat for a glutinous family
All but exparaments of flesh to last a craving
Simplicity and brash juvanality
I will abhore later
As a man not myself
A hoast to all that want brings
And yet venom should not go to waste
College 2
And cant is all I slur
In my stupor and it is time to eat the bile
It was too easy to smoke grades and become a man
Than say a boy and keep colors straight
But when a truth blurs then the line to cross is already behind
College 1
Lick the salt off the computer’s irony
You are it’s liege
Yet you keep it afloat
Entreat it’s ego to give you one
And eat you Id for there is no use for
This real world philosophy
In this false utopia
