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May I sell you your death
in a modern well engineered
and beautifully packaged
with extraordinary attention
product

That takes advantage of some
physiological need wired in
your puny mind can't resist
like sugar like salt like derriere

and then i will call myself
a successful man, a hero
and build monuments of ***
to myself just so  you know
pride
I hold ink in a strainer
wearing a rice paper robe
in time nothing is written
while stars steamroll pasts

I've condensed my thinking
into prized rocks of empty
you can fill them perhaps
with pity or awe or aww

Just as long as you fill them
even with some scarce thought
about good good morning
or a knowing **** smile

know one saw every thing
apart in a confusing manner
right when you said I know
about all of this mayhem too
I give advice
I don't take
advice
I am laughing
My advice is
a little to the
left
would work better
right
I know I know
I should read more
say less
pray

i say  more
read less
curse

except there
are moments
where things
occur

that i am for
and I
rise and
resolve

like
a movable
flood barrier
rises

otherwise
i like it
am of
less than
noticeable
lines
there are sentences
hunting me
unsatisfied

with their final form
saying
i quit on them

stanzas marching
around
hoping to stumble

upon meaning
glorious
meaning

unaware
of their bare cell
in a table

who imagines
me scrivening
desperately

for no one
will ever
page thru

these rows
hopeless
and knowing

sown on
imaginary
white ground

unsettled salt
embodying
being not
I escape
making

by looking
backwards

and closing
my eyes

really really
tightly

yet today's
haircut

made me
younger

somehow
transfusing

time and
attractiveness

don't i
imagine myself

in all eyes
well lit
Oh
If i knew
who i was talking to
i would know what to say

you are talking
to yourself
oh
And
I would make sense
I assure you
I would even make
lunch
For us
If you would eat
something
I prepared

If you would
cleave open
and accept

a small
universe
of confusion

i carry with me
regarding you

as just the normal
whirligig betwixt

supreme beings
and their usual chairs

this thought has seated
itself and proclaimed

things we must find
funny
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