Silent* [s]laughter
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God****
Everyone’s a rock star

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Midnight
                                                basement
hellraiser                                            
Swimmin­g to the drop-off


Red                  devil                        ­  eyes
Cereal killer

God****
Everyone’s a rock star

B(eco)me S(eco)ndhand
Obsidian
                                roller
                                                           coaster
Neologism transition
At
            night
the          
            stars
are          
                 stalking
Agrestic retraction reaction

God****
Everyone’s a *rock star

Facebook annoys me
With all the recent changes
I will delete you

Strippers blown out of moving caravans of pornographic stature
Lesbians terrifyingly terrify each other to pieces in the back seat
Of a vintage Camero built for speed and automobile crashes
Blood red runs off black lightening sunshine
Telephone polls and graveyard ditches
Can you handle this the raving seductress asks
No problem with the foot on the floor
Driving west
High on scorpion **** and speed
Fire fighters are ravenous breed
Barb-wired writers are blasphemous breed
Chasing antique dreams towards the sunset
Off lost in the Desert Mountains
Thirst for quench and moonshine howls
LA is a happening place
**
Axes
Axles
Axed

Dark days are upon us
Cities falling piece by piece
Skyscrapers sway to the rhythm of Armageddon
Cracks in the pavement
Cracks in our lives
Dead planets floating in the skies
My hollow eyes see the world
My empty mouth speaks the word
So speak the word
No pressure
River of fire beneath the streets
Ashes glitter the ground from the Heavens
Eruption
Who and what I am
Condemned to be what you make of me
Run with me
I can't save you
Tear down
No more
No morals
No exit
No angels
Exist here
All gone
And Dead
Los Angles is an island
Wash it all away
I don't care
Wash it all away
Swallow this world ******* whole

Lies are what they say
I can't sleep
Tearing at the seems of reality
I ride this crazy horse to battle
Sapphire cuts on broken teeth grins
Can't feel the touch of the aching
Fingers bent 90 degrees in protest
My days, weeks, months, years
All out of order
Disorder
Stop time for a moment longer
Crossing rivers of dead soldiers
I put my cigarette out in my enemy's blood
Washing my hands clean every new moon
Every new moon

The garden planted in the backyard
Beneath the shadow of the old birch tree
Encircled in stone and marble landscaping
Grows like nothing I've ever seen
In the spot where I buried her dead body

The coolest,
                   hippest thing about being
             a poet
                                 a writer
                   an orator
       is the ability to invent
                                            words
     give them                      meaning
where no             meaning            previously
                      e x i s t e d
    give a new              word   a    definition
                        defined,  wrote,             spoke
Use them in
                    verses
                              sentences
                                             speech
nouns
                 pronoun
                                  adjective
             verb
                adverb
and
      on
           and
                on
                    and
                          on

*the flumbertwimbla (not to be confused with a flumbertwumbla...) was as quick witted and razhnaha as a beginkogojobalu but had none of the charm nor characteristics of the humbajuno. What it lacked in chuggakoocahoo it made up for with it's own take on ickshelllatah. True story.

Selling my life for cheap
Gonna buy a boat & sail the seven seas
You can have all my responsibilities,
This life is no longer for me

The night closes in
And freezes the cries
A chill up my spine
A pain in my heart
We are born alone
We die apart
Break this emptiness
Savor this lonesomeness
A feeling to appreciate
The cold tender touch
Of your fingertips
Settle a life down
To live your dreams
Drown in a coffin
I have nailed closed
Find myself
In the hanging tree
I burn myself
Set them all free
Until the sun rises
Adrift in the sky
And raging deep
I will drift into this
Find comfort in what's gone
Flesh wounds bury us all
Into the sun I'll yearn
Let these scars break
And burn this epitaph
I gave in too
Watch me
Never learn
Watch me
Give my all

We all stop to stare at the car crashes as if they were the movies
Gaping opened mouthed
Waiting hungrily to see the mangled bodies
Anticipating the photos on the 11:00 news
Dying in this day and age is approval for ratings

Watching dawn transcend into chaos
This landscape bleeds contempt
Some off-color music playing in the distance
A silent soundtrack coinciding with the end of days
A lifeless suicidal prophecy fulfilled
We were once alone
Afraid to be left in the dark
Now we seek shelter from the sun
Shelter from the son
Embrace my burial ground
As I embrace the fallout
Embrace my burial ground
As I embrace the fallout
I think I’m gonna die today

**** the Religious Right
        **** Those That Condemn Others
                **** The Republicans
                        **** The Democrats
                                **** The Government Having Too Much Say In Our Lives
                                  **** Paying Taxes
                                    **** The Gas Company
                                             **** The Water Company
                                                     **** The Electric Company
                                                         ­     **** Cars
                                                            ­          **** Car Payments
                                                        ­                      **** Being Late On Payments
                                                        ­                              **** Bills All Together
                                                        ­                                      **** Not Getting Benefits For Being Early On Payments
                                                        ­                                              **** My Need To Capitalize Every Word
                                                            ­                                                  **** PETA
                                                            ­                                                          **** People That Mistreat Animals
                                                         ­                                                                 ­    **** Vegetarians
                                                     ­                                                                **** Carnivores
                                                      ­                                                        **** Omnivores, What You Can't Choose A Side?!?!?
                                                       ­                                             **** Going To College Just To Work At McDonalds
                                                       ­                                     **** White Collar Getting Paid More Than Blue Collar
                                                          ­                          **** Having A Collar
                                                          ­                  **** The People That Reproduce Too **** Much
                                                            ­         **** Those That Think There's No Future In Children
                                                        ­      **** Commercialism
                                                  ­     **** Never Running Out Of Things To ****
                                               **** People That Say They Have No Friends But They're Always Too Busy To Do Anything Cuz They're Already Hanging Out With Someone Else
                                       **** Anyone Who Likes This Poem
                               **** Anyone Who Doesn’t Like This Poem
                      **** 6,000 Channels On TV And Nothing Is Ever On
              **** The Summer Sun
      **** Global Warming
**** Flat Pop
        **** Hot Coffee That Gets Cold
                **** Pets Dying
                         **** Death
                                 **** Wasting Life
                                         **** People That Talk To Much
                                                 **** People That Cuss
                                                          Fu­ck People That Have A Problem With Cussing
                                                         ­          **** Fox News
                                                            ­               **** Anyone That Lives Their Life Strictly By A Book (especially you Harold And The Purple Crayon people out there)
                                                          ­                          **** Laugh Tracks Telling Me When To Laugh
                                                           ­                                 **** Everything That You Stand For
                                                             ­                                       **** Everything That You Are
                                                             ­                                                **** Everything That You're Not
                                                             ­                                                         **** Finishing This Poem, I'm Gonna Go Eat
                               **** Anything That I Forgot To **** In This POEM

Dismissive reconstruction
Clay sculpted beauty
Sadistic fornication
Touching precision
Molding to perfection

                                                                               Don’t say you’ll deny me
                                                                              I’ve lost my perspective
                                                                                           Eyes bloodshot from addiction

Any reason to make a point
Is made to correct moral mass production

We wear dead remains on our expression
It’s all in relation to the cohesive statement
Fashion is a coyote at six in the morning
A mortician’s incision at an open casket fashion show
A funeral waits at the end of the runway

We loaded our boats
And raised our sails
As we set our course
We hoped the world is flat


Going off the map
Going off the map
Going off the map
Going off the map
Going off the map
Going off the map
Going off the map
Going off the map
Going off the map
Going off the map
Going off the map
Going off the map
Going off the map
Going off the map
Going off the map



Oh ****,
the world is round
not flat
looks like we're stuck
here
maybe i'll be an
astronaut
and go to outer space
but i heard it's hard to
breathe
up there
real hard to breathe

That one time that I called you
Late at night, later than usual
When you were in the hotel room
Laying next to somebody that wasn't me
I just wanted to tell someone
That I had a good night;
Sorry I chose you.

Chef Gordon Ramsay
Cooking food in the kitchen
Yelling at people

My wife says that I have grey hairs in my beard
And a few growing out of my head

She says that I must be getting old
And that I should dye my hair

I say to her that I am not old
That I am just tired

She says that I'm tired
Because I am old

I don't think that I am old
I don't feel that old anyway

Some people say that with age comes wisdom
And I am wise enough to agree with my wife

So I must be old
If she says so

I am old
Because she says so

My ring finger feels
naked; we will never grow
old together now

When writing by phone
Poems tend to be a bit
Short and haiku like

Sometimes haikus just
Pop into a poet’s head
And need to be said

3 a.m. knows all my secrets
Trace my scars with delicate fingers
Searching my entire existence
Nothing is sacred in this missing mile
Scribbling of words across restaurant napkins
Like strings on a ******’s bone
Play me one last song

I cannot hear you on the days you dream
Saying lover like a curse word
I overheard what you oversaw
The scene we waited for
To save our lives
We’re older now
And school is out
We're older now
School is out

These streets are lined with car wrecks
Thousands of crashes
And tonight I sound of your collision
Pulling you apart and mangling your edge
Feeling the glass staining our eyes
So that we can tell
The nebula is exploding
When we collide

I wish I could take your hand
And pull you closer to me
In this wreckage of scrap metal
Twisted our lies into a new religion
I’ve been waiting for you
To stay for the night
But I can only walk away
From this point on

These streets are lined with car wrecks
Thousands of crashes
And tonight I sound of your collision
Pulling you apart and mangling your edge
Feeling the glass staining our eyes
So that we can tell
The nebula is exploding
When we collide

There’s something I want to tell you
But you have to lean in to hear
There’s something I want to tell you
But you won’t hear me tonight
There’s something I want to yell you
But you can’t hear me over the *crashing

All of your hellos
Every time you see me
I’d rather say **bye

Priest with an intense hard-on for young boys
Dropping LSD into the water
Hallucinations of grandeur
Guilty in the face of soiled minds
Praying on the alter boys
The bigger the *******
The closer to god

The hippos are boiled alive when the curious circus caught aflame.
Who is to blame? The drunkard clowns or the tightrope walkers and their ineffable fear of heights?
Maybe the ringmaster and all his lion taunting, crowd cheering, crowd antagonizing ways,
maybe he's to blame for releasing the bearded lady in a room full of kerosene and unseen wicker flames...
Or...just maybe, it was an accident and could not be prevented under the extraordinary circumstances
which took place on that fateful day where hippos became a poached soup of meat, teeth, and lard.

These lonesome roads
How far they stretch
Too long I roam
To find a you that doesn't exist
Living as a rest stop
I'll never be a home

There’s nothing in your future besides death that awaits you here
The road has been blocked for the past few generations
Domineering personalities entangled in hushed librarian undertones
You are private property long since forgotten
As the weeds overtake what little land you once occupied
Amid the interval of mother earth and father sky
Blinks an hourglass
Blinks a lifetime
Sand and hopes
Your time has run out
And there is no grain of life left