On Sporadic free mind nights, I glean hope
and listful wish for merriment and the melting innovative
wash
of inevitable crisis overcome
by intelligent design fantastical
and moral awakened ’man of the dirt
On erratic scream in the coming dark days I curse
evolution
creating this beast
and what sociopathic greed malevolent stare into extinction and laugh
with bursting paper green eyes
and wish it never envisaged
On habitual sunken eyes of the afternoon rise
I sit idly slouching by
and watch madness curtail madness uncoil
within our blackened hearts
and frostbitten toes of the retreating soul
and stupefy the mind
with unfathomable awe at my impossible present... Being
And the New Moon sets the eternal cycle in motion once more
Category: Blog
Silence
Sometimes when it's under cover quiet in the lonesome peaceful night when the newest scam's done shouting at our eyes and fried egg brains and the beast's stopped propagating poisoned air and the vans and yellow coats and blackened teeth are gone for now For now we can hear our own voices maybe silent almost imperceptible screaming and writhing to be free or fight or cry from constant noise and daily trauma and why is everything dying or dead or outrageously preposterous rich in the daylight safe sunlight where compassion supposedly prospered
HOW THE OTHER HALF THINKS
THERE'S ACID IN THE AIR
it fuels our thirst for economic bloodshed
unnatural psychotic thirst
or unbridled selfishness hahaha
normal
Climb on top the pile
plunge ssssssssssssserated teeth
no cost no conscience
no toil no blood no desire no dreams
nothing but a waster
stroking your genitals hiding from this horrible shit you put angels through
strumming the bassline of fuck
you
stay in your prescribed places
plastic chess people
stalematic bureaucratic pawns
moving millimetres
most lifetimes
Defense Rations
I'm addicted
to doing nothing
or flushing my life away into the plastic ocean to swim with cigarette ends
and endless bottle caps
and a corked archipelago
stained the colour of ethanol blood
all the while telling myself that it'll work out
living your dreams in your imagination
is ok
when it's as vivid as mine
or yours.
I once read
that Einstein worked 4 hours a day
and he was a frizzy geinus
so why shouldn't that be true
of me or you
i ask myself
though i know i know sure, i know
it's all conciliatory lies
comforting shameful delusionary conciliatory lies
and yet it still remains
the rational defense of a lazy beanpole
trapped for a quarter century
in what if's and drowning imaginary possibilities
and christ
what if you actually make it?
I
am I being tortured slightly closer than average yet never remotely breaking pressure backwards snapping spines slitting neuroma smoke a fag and forget all about it how dare i
Fuck you
sip on my watermelon nectar
sit down and watch me
make a fool of myself
singing to JT you cringe while
I'm in my element element basic 00's element
you know you feel it
nodding your head in a secret ashamed guilty groove
my homeless hair swaying
prancing through the fairy air
as we sip gay gordons
through llama and cactus straws
sometimes you cry
and I cry too but we do it together
shut out the backwards falling backwards criminally insane indoctrination nuthouse world
pretend it's not there
for a moment
we exist in this outrageous space
multi-faceted as joseph's coat we pass
through
screaming haemorrhaging gacking fracking
deep the buried joy we'll find
love and joy and togetherness and not giving a shit
we'll know forevermore
because fuck you
depressive black beast always
we'll get you
and shove you deep up your own hollow vacuous rectum
never to return
motherfucker fuck you
Ode to YOU
There are millions of writers
who are better than me
wittier and more expressive than me
almost all of them
in fact
and many more
who should be poets
and don’t know it yet.
But
none of that matters
I love this shit
and one day
if just enough people
can feel me
and I’ve lived just slightly enough
to fill that bar of happiness
every single body seeks
I’ll die the gladdest of men
and hopefully too
will all of you.
Always love,
Your dearest degenerate
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