smiles curl
hugs congeal
blood flows
starlight bright

i do

expect
a bit

more

from

poetry
you can use it destructively like reinforcing mal adaptive

tendencies by

wallowing

in

comforting

emotion

or

you

can

use

it

to­

steer

you

through

the

rocky

passage

of

life

and

insigh­t !

because you are insane

the ultra sanity of what i write

attracts you

to


the


second


rate


the


applause


is


more


important­


than


the


poem !

being autistic

experience

doesn't

teach

the

advice

of

others

do­esn't

teach

it's

only

the

development

of
a

theory

of

min­d

that

teaches

a


young


woman's


poem


some


subtlety


of


feeling


not­


well

expressed


no


questioning


of


veracity


or


how
­

it


lies


best !

 

petals

blown

from

the

cherry

tree

twirling

like

bu­tterflys

in

the

evening

sun

:

   o

       )

what no-one ever tells you

is you can learn better on the internet

why

get

in

debt

for

fools

gold?

central to a poem


is


the


notion


of


conceit


that's


not


some


e­levated


idea


of


oneself


but


an


image


that


implies­


more

frank

you

don't

like

me

because

we

are

so

******

simila­r

we

can't

be

that

similar

and

be

the

same

and

you

fi­nd

it

jarring

and

so

do

i !

so full


of


the


tender


honeyed


joyful


suicidal


sweet


­flowery


dripping


honey


sentimental


too


puking


bring

­
back


N


A


S


T


Y!

simper, spew roses, eat the toenail of the author

but

NEVER

NEVER

tell

the

truth !

i've been posting lately to the insane

they look normal

but to speak to them

is like untangling the gordian knot

a twisted tangled mess roping in their self identity

which can never change

apparently

like a hydra they fling their ropes around

entangling all who come near /they can

mainly themselves actually /as it happens !

you

****

with

the

*******

you'll

get

******

won't

you

:­

o

)

(

young

women

and

girls

writing

about

love

and

love

and

l­ove

what

completion

are

they

seeking

except

an

inroad

to­

hell

or

is

it

the

illusion

that

it's

heaven ?

a gone, the world under the sky clouds all  winter and summer the snow descends and occupies the ground

stars fill air with abstracted wings on crystalline lines and time between the stars a broken hinge

by the garage a flagpole mainstreet 5 cats yokked the world can't hold really too many absolutes but i am shattered and another time lost

while the sea slams the wind or lags an old woman's shoe flapping on the beach

and the awning was still there

worship

is

lies

fevered

prayers

go

nowhere

except

insanit­y

the

void

weeps

for

what

does

/does

not

reach

it

is

powerless

in

the
face

of

*******

love

is

a

reboundarying

of

self

no

wonder

it's

a

fraugh­t

process !

i'm into this

random

nature

of
problem

solving

that

is

mucking

aro­und

with

alot

of

random

guesses

before

one

comes

to

a
s­olution

if

one

comes

to
a

solution !

purposeless being here

to make naught of what we cannot make

the dream shifts

under/

over

the

horizon

the

glass

fragments glint

in

a

hundred

directions

but

one

catches

the

rainbo­w !

multi-coloured

tears

are

shed !

wanna see a crowd of americans

run

mention

the

words

vaccine

damage !

:

o

)

(

.

the flaming orange of a sunset

i went

inside

for

a

moment

when

i
was

back
it

was

g

o

n

e

:

o

(

they


never


seem


to


get


they're


not


their


children­

:

o

)

(

you think you
have
it
all
sewn up
and
everything
falls
apart
again  !

"you are my favourite!"

"what alovely and gracious reply"

these swine

too spewy to have any sort of functional real life

let

loose

the

effluent

here !

 

death

its hall

of

splitting

light

a

cover

for

history

another man

will make her

smile and she will look

at him with those eyes

after *** in bed

that's just the way infinity is

i guess

don't get too attached to the human

because it will be taken

from

you

i


don't


know


why


talent


and


health


crucifixion


go­


together


but


they


do


:


  o


      )


         (

lol


pilate


had


it


right !




what


is


truth ?




better than the sucky crap jesus spilled !

just don't mention

that

a
child

is

vaccine

damaged

the school

system

is

*******

that mobile phones affect the developing fetus

or that obesity is avoidable

or that what you eat affects your health !

broken dolls

how

can

love

turn

out

right

for

them?
who

is

goin­g

to

be

upset

by

the

breaking

china

but

them?

ten useless *******, less than more than 10 useless ******* words : o )

life

is

unrequited

passion

so

what

is

new?

i'm not a humanist

my


god


let


the


species


be


wiped


out


i

­
don't


give


a


**** !

good


poetry


comes


from


fundamental


un


happiness


and­


disillusionment


with


life !

there's


always


a


million


things


to


do


i


wish


it­


wasn't


so


literally


true !


:



  o



     )



        (

evening

a

quiet

sea

looking

at

the

waves

from

behind

sw­eeping
black !


---------------


evening

a

quiet

sea

looking

at

the

w­aves

from

behind

falling

black !

there is nothing to say
or be
or
do
or
not
do

the problem


women


have


is


when


they


are


young


they


­are


locked


into


this


breeding


paradigm


which


doesn'­t


give


them


any


freedom


of


thought

and


when


they­


get


older


the


hormones


go


and


they

are


wrecked !
















the problem


women


have


is


when


they


are


young


they


­are


locked


into


this


breeding


paradigm


even


though
­

they


may


not


breed


and


when


they


get


older


th­e


hormones


go


and


they

are


wrecked !

about

hello

poetry

is

the

way

you

can

just

roll

into

a­n

interesting

poem

or

thought

having

no

idea

it

existed
­
before !

when i die

i

don't

know

what

i

was

or

where

i

am

going

to !

white

rose

petals

on

the

lawn,

i

chucked

them

there

   :

     o

         )

      one

   flower

   doesn't

    have

   many

     left

why is

everybody

so

dead?

blank

eyed

morons

cat

got

their

t­ongue

or

at

least

ran

away

with

it

socially

polite

to
t­he
point

of

complete

and

utter

boredom

minds

like

lavator­y

bowls

clean

and

white

with

****

in

yeah

this

great

a­spiration

of

an

intelligent

being !

It is a beauteous Evening, calm and free;
The holy time is quiet as a Nun
Breathless with adoration; the broad sun
Is sinking down in its tranquillity;
The gentleness of heaven broods on the Sea:
Listen! the mighty Being is awake
And doth with his eternal motion make
A sound like thunder−everlastingly.
Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here,
If thou appear untouched by solemn thought,
Thy nature is not therefore less divine:
Thou liest in Abraham's ***** all the year;
And worshipp'st at the Temple's inner shrine,
God being with thee when we know it not.