zach-spud-carter
American
I've been described as being half transcendental poet and half court jester, and I like that; though it doesn't describe my poetry well. My poetry comes from a distinct Black Gunk that my brain has produced from ever since I can remember, and I suspect even before then. It's the healthiest way I know how to cope, and the only way I know to make my inner ugliness, "beautiful," as I consider it, but at the very least makes it bearable enough for me to share without shame. / / My brain's full of bad brain cells, hahaha
My heart's beating--
But hasn't it always been?
They're made of chicken flesh.
Did anyone love them?
Were they heroes or villains?
Doubtless, to them they died in heroism.
They were babies.
Toddlers throwing tantrums.
Teens behaving badly.
Physically lusting for life.
Adults worn into the world;
You can see it in the leather on their knees.
Like mummies.
Too far gone to matter.
How many people died so I could have this?
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC
Go unto the mountain
And bring with you your son.
And after the fourth dawn
Bring down on him your brawn.
There will be no flinching,
Your knife against the Sun;
And you thank Adonai
For that *** you rode in on.
With the flesh of your flesh
Trembling in your red hands,
The Strength of the Absurd
Will keep you from your fall.
And as you put your blade
Through your light upon this Earth,
Feel it wet with folly
And drop down to the dirt...
Threre can be no Angels
Along the Interstate,
Hold on to what you love
And let this be your faith.
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
From dawn until dusk
To the sweat, dripping musk;
From attacks of musth
To that One Golden month.
Rising solid in the dawn--
As the bronzed Ego of Purpose--
Mustering self-esteem's brawn
Cools my trademark Nervose Verbose
But do appointments, notes,
Lectures, hecklers, and Beckers,
Distract the mind that dotes?
The Heart Desperate for Nectar?
Hah! such defensive thoughts....
Fallacies of Neuroses.
Just polishing my doubts,
Vainly "pleasing" my unease.
Monday's mundanity
Fails my lie of character--
Left with Insanity
Railing lines under pressure
And then, faces--balance blurs
Into downed neurons
Where not nobody cares to
"Think about the children!"
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 4:58 PM UTC
Hold me in my Insecurity,
Make my Black Tar light and feathery,
Help me to forget that I'm me:
Carry my Heart and make it merry.
Watch over me, my hands and my feet,
Think of me and my cracks in your sleep,
Just make my heart and soul complete:
I've sown all the seeds, now help me reap!
What? Were you not aware of my plan?
That a shared smile is a covenant
As binding as Isaac's ********
That I have to roll you in my blunt?
What? Don't tell me that I ask too much.
Don't make it seem like it's not so rough,
When the Sadness just pleads for touch,
But can't—the world screams, " You're Not Enough!"
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 2:53 PM UTC
Well, my feet, they feel like
Saggy sacks of soggy moss;
As if they went for a hike
And suffered some Great Loss.
And the thorny feelers
Penetrate Barefoot Monkees.
Is loathing made of mirrors?
Is every girl a tease?...
Good G-d my stomach hurts! --
Your Divine Justice, blessed.
My vessel is vibing hertz
As it bears The Distress:
But, if I make my feet
Acknowledge more smiles than frowns;
And my Neuroses cease to bleat
While I analyze nouns...
Is there a New Normal?
Grace from benevolent gods?
Or will Hope choke, fade in Stealth
As Blind eyes miss her nods?
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 12:40 AM UTC
Pastries of the mind
Float like hollow driftwood,
Indulging the self-serving bind
That makes us think we are good.
It's a feasting born from birth,
"Inter urinas et faeces nascimur,"
They say, "it's the greatest shame we all endure,"
And the ******** sure won't lure with a pure cure.
They expose the submerging life preservers,
The hero of our name: the one that flips the burgers,
Fights the herders; causes, calls, and solves the murders,
All the infiniyy I could ever build and to make Her's.
With a diaper full of bricks
We are given humanity's paradox,
For in the ethereal plane we fully exist
Until the ****** bricks turn us sick.
But it's not so black and white,
Nor is it so yellow and brown.
The human creature can be beautiful
And the mind made delusional.
If we can repress our mind to find meaning,
And we can open up the chakras we're feeling,
But the world is just Black Sludge creeping,
Then why trade Protection for the real thing?
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 10:11 PM UTC
We like to sit together and eat
As a family.
I sit by myself towards the wall
With a half portion.
I'd like a cup of milk with it
And they oblige me.
The chicken is covered in fat
And I don't need that.
My weight means nothing to my gait--
I bounce like a cloud,
My head on my concrete-padded cell
That feel like giggles.
Out the doorway without a door
My friends keep an eye,
Because suicide is no joke
If I could stop laughing
I wanna nap-- no wait, I'll play.
I'll sit through this day
Til I get my shoe laces back:
Then I'll save my day
I drowned my sister twice,
Left hand, then the right.
Bubbles in the water like
A straw in Nesquik
Yeah, it was mean, but I'm nice, right?
We two are buddies,
You look and smell just like Shaggy,
Won't you play with me?
I drowned my sister twice
No, it wasn't nice.
And my brother drowned me must once
And that wasn't nice.
Once, lying under the cotton,
We were joined by Dad.
I kicked and scratched and screamed, "No, no!"
And then it's mumble.
My daddy proceeds to beet me,
And the his scratches...
My legs are boiling brown bruises,
But I'm still nice, right?
I drowned my sister twice
And fought off a shark.
My fists ****** from broken teeth
Start me towards shore.
The shark's mom and dad in pursuit,
I'm nearly done now
When a dolphin comes and saves me!
But never saved her.
I drowned my sister twice
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 6:20 PM UTC
Is it who's genes fall where?
Or the pains we bear?
Is it the way we fare?
Or the words we dare?
What makes the "love" Love?
What feathers a dove?
What makes you wear that glove
That keeps you from Love?
Do we make you hostile
And storm down your mile?
Have we filled you with bile
And forced your "Sieg Heil"?
Tell, how long must we wait
For a bouncing gait?
Will your demons abate,
Or have you ****** fate?
Some hold on to the hope
That with time you'll cope;
They keep feeding you rope--
I say, ******* nope!"
I gave you inches-- feet
And with it I'm beat.
I'll watch you bite the teet,
Silent in my seat.
Since you won't share my genes,
Still stuck in your teens,
You can't care for our fare--
Have no words to dare.
You're the feather-less dove
Never to rise above.
They gave you unjust bile
And you praised, "Sieg Heil!"
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 11:36 AM UTC
No, I say it's not unconscious,
For your Shadow's silhouette in me,
Whose force and face I can't always see...
I don't know, for it's subconscious.
Will you say I can have my way?
Or will you haunt me in our Laughter?
Laughter without a face is a cry
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 9:58 PM UTC
I am a bud flowering,
I just can't wait to be King!
The harvest moon rising
Can only mean one thing;
Dopamine's in flow
While you're rising from the blow--
Hey wait, No, Don't you go!--
Revel in the Crash and Glow.
Put your demons to bed
Like thy're no better than zed--
And don't fear to be led,
Because sometimes you're better off dead.
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 11:06 AM UTC