it's like  rain dripping off the back of
 a crow in the night straight into the gutter,
  straight into the filthy unknown.  
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outdone by some
dancer

I got a like by a guy,
His name was Mystery

So intriguing and conjuring up images of a night club hack

Poets are usually named Phil
Or Jane

Never the

They persist and feast on my **** which is gelatinous and sickly
& paraded by the local
satanic convention

I'm awake at 7am
& Have managed to dream about crickets in prayer

I have no boss
But I still feel subjugated. Maybe some day
I'll be free
when my corneas are fitted for the massacre

I used to love
someone
named Cambria,
now she
sits behind glass unaware
of my existence;
I saw this coming

I hope one day it all crumbles

& The infrastructure is swallowed into the abyss.
& all strata of man and woman pummeled like a grey mallet
into a vengeful rock.

And then the old ones can stare from afar and ponder their fate.
All gods die

this is one of those no-hesitation days, seeping with sorrow and ache and gloomy sadness.
If you had a 12 gauge by your bedside you'd understand what I mean by no-hesitation

Stay away
plastic people. I don't want your neon lights & your katamine brain
; I want to flop in a large pool as the collectors dive on mint

Leave me be
Let me swallow up life while you
keep working for nothing;
Slaves need their masters to feel free
I am but a discorded sellout

Pay me nothing

I don't CARE

I wander through the ancient
gardens,
I **** the ****** in her little slit.

I burn the temple,

I pray to the last priest on judgement day. **** my ******* with a 22inch
cactus.

I don't care.
you don't matter.
******* all.

you all mean nothing to me.
         Ill die alone,

but at least I won't be afraid.


last embrace.
must I dream and always see your face.

lover

lover

leave me for good.          leave

me please.

One day I'll be free and I wont care
I will sit on the cement stairs and waste my time the right way

Alone in a grey cell with a bottle of juice

I cant wait for my
passage.

It takes 2 to move this
Stone

my happiness lasts until my first sip of coffee til about an hour later then it's all down hill from here. the gloomy realization that I have 8 more hours of this until I can be asleep.
but sleeping in isn't enough
and I'll be awake all night
again
I don't know where I am,
time to go bury a goldfish and talk to crazed hobos so they can
flee in fear

'Crazy' people dont post goofy poems on some poem sharing site to exalt their 'genius'
They just **** in a hallway or cut their **** off

Ooo ooo ooo oooloooo crazy
Im crazy
I'm depressed and I've since made that distinction a while back
Catch up

Perhaps it is of no use
then will you make the mistake of choosing it?
If it had a chance, sure, but otherwise skip around yer eels, your heels are cloudy love, now and then
you can trap a disaster.
right around the throat don't let it
go
I loved once too

I love myself
I am god
I made the stars and carved into the rock
the flood killed the few
Was it so simple then

puzzling a foot owl obtuse like shallow eels;
disguised in floraals

the canyon is lit

hopping round the crest

boobage too soon

tongue on the bench

behind a brimstone

stars are nice

but I still need my camera

hippy cracking his head,
just getting in the way as usual.
  they always get in the way; talk, never doing, at their investment firm
talking, then preaching  of world-unity and sustainability.
a generation of liars . punks had no pretense. to burn out, and not fade away
hey hey
my my

This is the sound of a well acclimated and upstanding member of society eating his öats

I spoon said öats into my esophagus
with great dexterity
   And read many instruction manuals.
I practice essentialism. I cry when i need to.
Shake hands with my spouse
I forget the point now

The line at the post office stretched for half a mile and it made me sick
Now this is contrived

Now this is about humanity

Now the ravens flock around the eviscerated mound
My jacket was black & i had 3 like it
No line is too long when youre dead inside

I never saw someone so angry.
It must be true. No-one ever wanted to just go on a hike with you and bake brownies and
play uno with you before with no expectations.

I didn't even kiss you until the 3rd date, because you were too drunk, and I felt like it would be scummy.

& now I see the rebounding dorks hitting you up,
saying ''when we hanging bae?''

I hope you have fun. I hope you treat the next guy better, and I really mean it, because you made me feel like a ******* chump.
you made me feel like I wasn't enough when  I am absolutely enough.
You made me feel invincible
and then proceeded to break me down to nothing.
  I  won't be
a victim,       no longer.       I won't be a  fool.  Thank you, for the
lust

But in space there is no time
And that's how it mostly feels especially in the early hours

Numb and floating
infinite like a ballet
You only get one chance
Don't miss
Your eclipse



;*:;

Words are tired
the pain is literal
Metaphors are
for the hopeful

I have no hope
It's only brought pain
Ask the ascetics

Ask the crackhead
in the ditch
Ask yourself

I wanted to be a dancer, I became a nun.
I watch jeapordy.
I sit on a.golden ladder.
There are 33 choices.
****, or
Lucidity.
Don't be boring. Please

Hissing through the wind as the leaflets make their way North
crooked hands of dispair
Know not the p r ice
Look to yourself
Flee if you must, for whatever's just. Sorry If I went too far
666 happens to be a faithful star

Jug band sister, I crane my head and walk to a river. Wash away your sins. Cry in the
***** shale breeze

Women, birds, cars, zoos, atms, shoes, pasta salad, cake, burritos, haMmers, grass hoppers, parrots, politics, money.
I just want my box, and the world can *******.
It takes about 25 a week so it's attainable. I don't live to work, and I'm not sqaundering my youth to be a slave. I can be a ****** in my 30s and 40s, but right now I'm a rockstar. I don't want my soul essence squeezed from me. I'm not ready to be shackled.
Shackled by marriage, or children,
Or social status and its upkeep.
Just give me the box, you can have the stuff

Alone in the woods
The crickets chirp
The moonlight spills into the tent
My head aches a little
But I feel good

Full body shivers,
The pillow is nice and
my back is stiff along the dirt floor
As it should be

I'm still one man out here
But I feel free
And I feel a little broken
But that's fine too
I never wanted to be perfect

I went in to get a piercing
from my ex

After she finished we walked outside and talked a bit, about the usual and then hugged.
I felt very lonely in her
presence and it made me realize
that human beings are disappointing
We are but flesh &
hope

Love is a like a ride for women when men built the amusement park. It's too much ******* effort some times. I'm not here to amuse you.
Pay your own dinner, tell your own jokes. I'm staying home and doing nothing. I already worked today

we smoked the hookah for a bit more and listened to some records. We had huge *** subwoofer speakers that stood 8 feet tall that we got from goodwill for $20 that would rattle the street. The neighbor was deaf though so he didn't care but would complain of the vibration; we would lower it to accommodate him, he was a decent guy.
We'd play HIghway 61 by Bob Dylan, which we listenened to nearly every time we hung out, Velvet underground - Velvet Undergound, Neil young-  on the beach, Pink Floyd- Animals, and Led zeppelin 4. The classics. We didn't like that filthy hip hop which was so much the rage; I liked some, but the repetition wears. You can't enjoy a hip-hop album, just individual songs.
    Then eventually the coals were reduced to ash on the *** and you'd blow it away like a dandelion to clean it off. Pat's dad Bill came out again at this time.
"PAT, I'm hungry. We need Ihop. NOW. NOW" He'd say while shaking and in a daze.
"AND I NEED ANOTHER GLASS, you gave me a PUSSSY shot the last time"
Pat filled Bill's glass a third.
"Dad if you're driving, then you can't drink too much"
"I KNOW I don't want to LOSE my licesnce again "
It was his 2nd DUI. He seemed alright to drive though; he'd sleep off his drunks pretty quickly; maybe the 2 hours sobered him enough.
   Anyway we started down the road whilst sweat dripped from Bill's reddened face & as he clutched the wheel with violence.
Today would be a fine day to die I thought

writing when you have nothing to say,

is like talking to a pile of dirt.

I have nothing to say right now so I'm talking to a pile of dirt.
I'll let someone else find meaning.

Please do, for my sake.

Read between the lines, and look for the hidden art. it is very well hidden

I squeeze what's left of me

  Tired of pleading.
I scroll through walls of shapeless consumerist
talent show entries, all yelling to be picked.

I'm suceptible to the game too. All for money like a *****.
1 step from putting a ***** up my *** and eating fish larvae
In a bucket like a good mukbanger.
I HATE humanity
I HATE being here.

I HATE being cheated and losing my capacity for love and trust, always on edge.

I don't want to compete anymore. I want silence,   but  I can't drown out the noise, like tinnitus
Drilled into my skull
It's always been this way. But now I'm desperate. & There's no more suppressing it

do nothing.

I've already done enough harm,


close the curtains and
fade out

I'm alone whilst touching flesh, heart to heart, blood to blood.
Sticks for hands grab at a bended waist and the hair tangles with every ******.
I can now forget to blow out my head, I'll be late anyway

Years go by  and new birds learn to fly
I saw you the other day
in a silver dress, and painted nails
Time flies when you're alone, painful but something that you barely recollect

Shooting a can and washing a dish the TV talks to me and says go away,
Go away

I hope your dogs got fed and thanks for showing me the sugarglider,  never seen one.  Smuggled from Peru.
God look up,  child be still, someone is trying to disappear what a trick
I still laugh. It's funny
to
me.  especially now

my life is meaningless toil and rot
and the heat sticks to me like glue

no pleasure, no pain and my senses are a green hue like the swamp

I tell no one.

It never gets better
So why waste anyones time

Rattling down a hall way with a case of beer I see Ethan
Checkered shirt with pink hair
👌🖕 candy lit dungeon
I crouch for crumbs.

I have my wine, I have enough ******* to worry about.
Float on into infinity

how does one become a fortune cookie writer?
    
  "alway avoid contradiction with misty people"
I shall

This is the beginning
****** off in my head again
today
it's all the same

Plastic people
Hold my hand
Light a fire so I can dance
Tonight
So uptight

And we got nothing to lose today
And we got nothing to do or say
And we got nothing to lose

Dead corpses
Line the streets
Feeding all the children and the strays
It's all so grey

Picking up pennies for my slavery
Spent it all on my pain
It's another day

And we got nothing to lose

It makes no sense but it felt good making it

I don't need 'meaning' to appreciate something
I can appreciate it just for being.
It says enough without
speaking

Crumpled up and tossed in the garbage, you had no chance

A heart too big and too much care, you had no chance

Feet that only carry you to a grave, you had no chance

Eyes that see only memories tinged with pain and remorse, you had no chance

Childlike wonder and fruitful vision, you had absolutely no chance

1 2 3 4 5
1 2 3 4 5 6 Sven
1 2 3 4 5

stop getting in a writer's way
the more you chastise him and belittle his work and tear up his papers and smash
his keys and pour petrol on him
as hes typing
  and poison his coffee
and put rat poison in his smokes (more at least) and stomp on his head  in the morning as he rubs dust from his eye , you'll only encourage him to write more
and next time you'll be in it and it will be the part
  of the
glory hole servant in a run-down truck stop
in Baton Rouge

Strung up like a lantern
grey
& Fruitful
Bitter tears& strains of pain
& Glass

youre So beautiful
In
red
& the birds keep
chirping

I hate everybody


I hate dogs
I hate ice cream
I hate children
I hate cars
I hate green
I hate leather shoes

I saw a painting of Adolf in the library
sitting among the Israeli cannibal

I wanted to go dancing

I still have my last 25 coins

I **** you

the turn signal was green   and the joint was loose,
you rolled up the window
like a snitch and the rain rolled in. The ****** on my lap
wouldn't stop spitting
and years of
forgotten youth lay in front of me . The road was closed for good.
Moulton pkwy
was that way
  I was over there,
we were here

I'm living in a sort of dissociated daze
I don't feel real. I don't feel the warmth or love or intimate affection that I used to amongst supposed romantic partners. I feel detached and dizzy, ill.
I've gone through this before however, countless times. Numerous personality changes. I was different a month ago, more assured, more positive and in a spiritual frame of mine. Now I'm slightly nihilistic with a lingering fantasy for homicide; I wonder how it'd feel stabbing and gutting someone because I know it'd be like stabbing myself; we're all manifestations of the same spirit (energy). You're me, and I'm you. When you take a **** in the morning , I feel you expending that waste.

But this is rambling. I guess the point is im here and I'm getting tired with these life circumstances. I am merely existing;, and the remedy is to live spontaneously. I don't want to die with regrets. I made it to 30 (almost). Time to see if it was all worth it. But really it's nothing too serious. It's a joke really; give up, and find freedom. Let it all go, let all the prejudice die. Youre not what society or your parents expect from you; you are a being of free agency, alive and in the present, beautiful, fearless, unmolested, still born

Capitalized
Everything gets capitalized
Even the things
Which don't matter

Life

In a floating orb
With hands outstretched and
a severed tongue
Crying at the stairs. Bleeding into the night
Hysterical
And assaulted with the bleak reality of an
existence spent blind
I want to see you and understand
I want to love without hurting
Light without the abyss
I am here, and I've been
waiting for something to finally make
sense
because the pain is beyond all
comprehension

1 seconds left to write I crumple the paper
And sigh .  Be klnd to
Your self

I have nothing to write about
Everythings closed down and I have the same routine everyday
No one even really talks, which I'm fine with, but I'd at least want the option to hear your drivel if I feel like it.
Boots and Hammer digging the ditch outside
Should be done by next decade then it won't snow in the garage no mo
Distance so fine

Thank you Lord I can be homeless in the USA
I can sleep on park benches in Malibu
And ******* in public parks
Thank you God
For the EBT and hospitality
Free food and good weather
Cali is paradise
I can rot in the sunset and watch the hordes commute to their dead end job
I can watch the world crumble
As I eat a big Mac
I am truly
Privileged
Thank you for the clean water and good *****
My ***** is here now
Life is fine, if you live it
& If you stop thinking
about it

Ha heh heh
It gets closer
Pig wind
Ethereal
  Insulation
masturbatory
musings
Sigil among lifeless forms
Painted by numbers
Oppressed by everyone
Confiscated whilst yearning
Freedom keeps me alive
But sanity is another
question