As I wake up, I am ugly.
The mirror need not remind me, and the routine helps me forget.
As I commute, I am tired. ******* tired in fact.
My sleep was ugly.
The traffic need not remind me, and the work helps me forget.
I stop to rest, and I am ugly.
My lunch is warm, my uniform ill fits me, the people look through me, the sun beats down harder, I read on the news that hell futures are up, and that everyone is dead, and that we are ugly.
The news need not remind me, and the clouds help me forget.
The clouds are pretty, so so pretty today. The sun makes love to them, and I hate them.
The clouds don't need to sleep.
They don't get tired, they don't commute, they don't need money, they don't need to forget, and they are so so pretty.
I am not a cloud, and I feel ugly.
The work is "done" and you know how I feel.
You do not need reminding and I don't remember anything.
I am tired and hungry and poor and in hell and dead and all the ugly has blurred together and I am not a cloud.
And then the sun sets.
The sun sets and makes love with the clouds one last time.
How ******* romantic.
And they are so so pretty.
The water and gas and dust and the light all make love and gasp out blues and pinks and reds and golds so brazenly I wonder if they know I'm watching.
And for a moment I forget.
And for a moment I am reminded I am not ugly.
And for a moment I am full of blues and pinks and reds and golds and I am a cloud.
And I want to rain.
Because I am not ugly.
Because I am not ugly.
Because I am a ******* cloud and I want to be blue and pink and red and gold and I am not in hell.
And then it's over.
They never let me join. I am a voyer and I am ugly again.
I hate sunsets.
Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 5:53 PM UTC
A
speck fell
on the ground.
can't make a sound.
though it sure does try.
"God said let there be light"
"God is dead, and we killed him"
there is no way to clean it up.
there is no too much nor an enough.
for that small speck that fell there on the ground.
they say it was ol' Prometheus
that lent the speck a torch to tame
grown bright's the light of that flame
but black water stays cold
and never needs fuel
it see's it's fall
tries to call
and hits
ground
Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 1:31 AM UTC
The Judge, Jury, Jailer, and *******
Come all at once
At the same time, In the same place.
At the same time, the trial begins
at any time.
In the morning, in the shower,
at the office, at the bar,
it doesn't matter
when or where,
it's only why
and why
and why and why and why and why and why.
They speak together:
"Why would you run from it with a 30 minute mile?"
"Why would you hide with the subtlety of a bull moose?"
"Why get out of bed when you know you won't make it?"
"Why waste that pain on your money and peace?"
"Why don't you just get it over with and die?"
And why
and why and why and why and why and why.
It's enough to drive you crazy.
But you know what they say,
Better to pull out your teeth
to feel some kind of way,
than feel nothing at all.
Jan 3, 2020
Jan 3, 2020 at 2:50 AM UTC
Went home for Christmas,
and I found some love light there.
It's all I wanted.
Dec 22, 2019
Dec 22, 2019 at 12:40 AM UTC
He ain't too quaint
That forlorn saint
Sat atop that rain soaked wood
He drags on his cigar, long and good
Flannel shirt and mud smeared Jean
On hard work did he wean
No, he ain't too quaint
That forlorn saint
But the sun sure kissed him hard
And left his skin crack'd and chard
And his fiercest lover yet
Is his own cursed sweat
That runs tenderly on his skin
While he works hard to purge the sin
Of being born a working man
Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 2:35 AM UTC
One does not close the gap
of eleven years.
Because each one is a mile long and ten deep.
It's much easier to
Build a long rope bridge.
Because metal and stone take time to build out.
Easier but fleeting,
As it did collapse.
And I felt as though my efforts were wasted.
Cause' she couldn't give me
the real reason why.
Why she could leave me without a single word.
Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 2:26 AM UTC
My father's voice
Is quite like a canyon:
deep, rocky, and beautiful.
My father's voice
Is much like a desert:
dry, windy, and darkly colorful.
My father's voice
Is just like the ocean:
blue, misty, and black in it's reaches.
My father's voice
would be ever more pleasing
If he would just shut up.
Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 1:43 AM UTC
ACT I
in a Gorgonopsid's mind, morning
oo, hungry
sniff ****
sniff sniff
no sniffkill
****
feed little
little cry hungry
little food me food
little cry moma
little no
food, **** little
food **** food **** food ****
ACT II
in a dry grassland, afternoon
run hot run hot run hot run hot run hot
sniff ****
sniff sniff
SNIFF ****
RUN RUN **** RUN
SMALL HEAD!!
RUN RUN run run stop
hide
small head
hide crawl
no grass
...
.....
.......
RUN!!!
RUN **** RUN **** RUN ****
SMALL HEAD!
small head scream help, no help
JUMP
K I L L
...
....
.....
ha ha, small slow head
food
ACT III
in the shade of a boulder, evening
little food
little eat
small yum head
good food
little sleep
...
good little
ACT IV
in the Gorgonopsid's den, night
hm?....
hot? night?
B O O M
den crumbles
****
LITTLE
RUN RUN RUN RUN
OW!! FIRE!!
FIRE?! ROCK FIRE?!?
B O O M
RUN RUN
SAVE LITTLE
SAV-
B O O M
little cry moma
...
....
.....
......
fire
THE END
Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 3:29 AM UTC
more?
drip drop
in you pop
black as in plain
my only true friend
please ease my condition
yes appease my addiction
oh lord give me some substance strength
my brain hurts and my soul is aching
if I could rest just a little longer...
couldn't kick you if i was stronger
dairy would make me a liar
sugar's for dishonest tongues
for your my strong weakness
your heat and sweetness
is bitter-sweet
am i fine
drip drop
drop
Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 3:37 AM UTC
Thank you,
For sitting quietly on the toilet lid as I cried in the shower and not
correcting a stupid kid who had no reason to.
For tapping lightly my chest as haggard nurses pinned me to the
examination chair so my father could better see my UTI.
For your gentle words when the angry cooks screamed at a boy
who knew not what he did.
For teaching me when he stalked our halls and dimmed our lights
just to blacken his blood.
For staying with me after she left, cause I knew you wanted to give
her a piece of your mind.
Oh Death, thank you for waiting.
Patience is a virtue, as they say.
With love,
Me
Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 2:53 AM UTC