I act like a kid, so call me a kid.
Rebuke me for each sin that I have hid.
I deserve nothing more than your disgust.
Yet somehow I seem to have earned your trust.
You don't have to make yourself smile for me.
I can be quite good at leaving folks be.
I can ignore when my heart picksup pace.
The trick is to look away from your face.
Your laughter I flee. I run from your glance.
If your hair is wet, I haven't a chance.
Dec 7, 2020
Dec 7, 2020 at 5:34 PM UTC
The air is freezing
My throat might bleed
Still I must be leaving
To smoke some ****
Nov 15, 2019
Nov 15, 2019 at 12:58 AM UTC
Sugary sweet
Look at me baby, I'm butchering meat
Hook up my feet and then sweep
Lay me backwards onto the street
Take your seat and then play me
Oh Baby
You've been using passwords lately
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 1:50 AM UTC
I don't know who or why will win.
I know I'll probably lose some friends.
Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 9:27 AM UTC
Trump's in office
I got no offspring
This world is complex
We all pay offerings
To all my digitals
Who push up often
If all that you see
Is bugs and textures
Reverse that axis
Inside them options
Look for the sky box
This is a structure
This is not the rapture
This is just a sting
We've survived worse things
We were always trifling
We've all been through strife
We're still one nation
All cut by one knife
Blood pacts are ancient
Please take my hand
But respect my space
Look past our faults
The American Race
Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 9:32 AM UTC
I've still got one picture of you stashed in a locket
But no way to see it without the key (I lost it...)
Plus, I lost; I'm lost and I've lost it
Marooned at a payphone with five cents in my pocket
Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 9:30 AM UTC
A proposal: ADAM
A **** good man
Albeit, an *******
A **** good man
ADAM is sinking
Help ADAM above
RECONSTRUCT ADAM as something you love
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Deconstructing ADAM
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Find what is wrong and then rip it from him
His lungs filled up all the way with fresh air
When nothing but smoke and tar should be there
He breathes in wind so he might try to fly
Rip out his lungs or sweet ADAM will die
Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 9:30 AM UTC
Her cheeks, alive with red wine, will catch eyes.
Sized up/sighed off guys still spy from ringside.
Sideline surfers curse. Analyze their worth.
Turpentine and Turf giving birth to hurt.
Her body is the Earth. Insides, the sky.
Coincide: heaven. Mt. Olympus thighs.
Miles high, priests would die or--least of all--feast.
Bleating sheep cease to be. Lie still, deceased . . .
A little . . . lying still. Shy beast survived.
Rings: still-born. Pacts of love unpacked to die.
Distilled vice, hiked-up skirts and hiccuped "Hi"s.
Crying mind aside, high at hammered time.
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 10:45 PM UTC
Delight!
A polite specter clasps the borders of my sight.
A slight incline of final flights of fancy forms the falling night.
Fright and fury forging flustered flames to feed The Furnace's Fight.
A foolish fate to sort through all those effing thoughts at night.
Delighted me!
Blessed ever be these visitors I see.
We shall lay together in a twisted manmade canopy.
A shroud of nightly norm invades and shades us blackened worms.
We wrap in squirming ratkings trapped and wriggling with older forms.
We shall raise the heat and torch to ash what flashing scenes reside inside dilated late-night features til each creature meets demise.
Let their burnt remains stay slain imbued into my insane cranium as numbingly I fumble back to scratch the corners of my former eyes,
then realize with--every tear I bare here-delightfully deluded sight.
White light!
Respite.
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 8:12 PM UTC
Removed from light
Dying on ice
Riding a lion
On king **** tonight
Defiant of crying
Awake without trying
Alive still in spite
Deciding on life
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 5:31 AM UTC