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Mar 2017 · 313
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Moonsocket Mar 2017
I'm not nearly paranoid enough to ponder a theory

Where master heads perpetually pull strings

However

I am cynical enough to consider these mishaps human nature

An organic trajectory towards the ridiculous

Not born out of contrived chaos

More so the combined effort of makeshift moments

Constructed from an ever elusive fear deep in the DNA

brought into frame by this frenzied free will

How does one accommodate a mad world?

What is the appropriate reaction...

when they say YOU are this madness personified?

How do you traverse faces naturally inclined for objection?

Who said we should come here?

Who dare say we shall go?
Feb 2017 · 606
Distraction contraptions
Moonsocket Feb 2017
I've done strange things for the sake of rings spun around solar systems

Myself I seek for a silent leap into a fantastic fracture

No world need convince me that these cracks completed spill serendipity

I separate them neatly when they start breathing scenes best left for a blind patronage

Perhaps your malfunction is a product of something more sinister

A human condition decides on renditions torn from a black white horror show

Freezer burn for our nutrition when the world insists on absurdists amplified

Our sincerity is matched only by electricity extinguished for better imagining

Ghosts consider our progression like hindsight heros

Decadent glee when a plastic choked sea swoons from hurricane hijinks

Paranoid pirates tuck treasure into garbage heap grottos the size of Texas

No map for a wealths navigation

Buried beneath distraction contraptions and know how hardware

No connection like the steadfast junctions that perpetuate envy

Skies cease their indifferent observation and decide on surrender

A wooden giant crumbles while the modern slowly assembles

The vanity runs like storm stained dancers

pooling politely for easy consumption

Scoop the slips and magnify some misconceptions

Sometimes normalcy negates these more formidable formalities
Feb 2017 · 226
Food for thought
Moonsocket Feb 2017
Abstract antics make this mess seem sensible

I often wonder if this madness is self inflicted

I often scold myself for being so self absorbed

Still

I smile for disorder

even those distracted by a contrived mediocrity

shake loose the ridiculous

Who else besides the mad could traverse such an irrational world?

Practice makes it humble
Precision makes it extraordinary

My circle never stays stationary and confusion remains reclusive

Solidified by a life spent in limbo

Silenced by a jaw made mute with awe

They said my theory proved reckless and I except such a judgment

Why must I make these stable scenes shrink into obscurity?

Chance encounters of the chemically inclined

A sandbox youth I once knew

Stumbled into my space while shopping for citrus

He ask me when I lost my mind

I ask him what is time?

His reaction invited nothing

expressionless like saintly statuary

A self proclaimed speaker of jury junctions

Casually clustered for ones dismissal

A city full of strangers
designed for display

Buttons like diamonds
boots like an empty echo

Tube trance propulsion

shoulders crowded and snug

Ignore the madman arguing with nobody

Imagine what is said between his pauses

Fill the spaces left for disconnection

A smile for your stupor

I know it's an easy remedy for approval

I know some are more susceptible for the stumble

lacking the proper bulwark for such old world hysterics

Leave this one be

let him try his luck with despondency

Surely a fine tuned cynicism was his undoing?
Feb 2017 · 574
The fear
Moonsocket Feb 2017
Madness proves timeless

A fun house complex for the blitzkrieg

ticking my clockwork with an organic benevolence

It echoes nonsense

a pinball malfunction

Deafening in spaces fully saturated with silence

Don't bother with the pleasantries

My disappointment is not rooted in your confusion

More so inside this pine box called home

inside these ghosts so composed

Hardwood floors and wanting walls

Made bare by minds unable to sow a silver lining

The fruit strip wallpaper lacks a ***** Wonka ingenuity

I gag and smile for the Wilder man now sky strapped

Don't look for a cohesive culture

I retired them with the rest of my favorite functions

they always proved elusive and I always moved nothing

In need of a constant state of awe

No virtual vulture can swoon and pick the best wonder

Common ground under dead satellite sky

A trusted system as we ascend

Cosmic cluttered hibernation for your despondency

A distant sigh suggest no clear conclusion

An earthly scene repeats

slow blue with the newest gizmo

Conflict always comes

What's your remedy?

Where's your memory?

claim another sunset like we still move between black and white wonders

grab another sequence because the last one needs conviction

I needed this room for composure

I needed a stranger way for clarity

Somehow I ended up here with you and these contorted spaces

This lack of grace you convey is the reason I left earth in the first place
Feb 2017 · 1.1k
Thanks for visiting
Moonsocket Feb 2017
The old heads sell distraction

Different prints and different licks

Concrete beds display the newest fashion

Pick them hearty while declaring  dysfunction

Beam another bystander towards  electro shock

Tastefully tenacious in it's rearranging

Bars for consumption

The eyes suggest cancellation

Now you declare this space fit for sanity

Now I crumble for chaos

Displaced for a momentary diplomacy

but lines blur inside a mind prone to wandering

Remnants gather for a pre shatter shindig

A bright glow illuminates conviction

How coy these means for destruction

a shell claiming stability

a vessel containing absurdity

Crack seat sofa with the medical magazines

Wait on a number for my neutral reckoning  

Diagnostics come free

A proper requiem is not included
Feb 2017 · 251
Scenes
Moonsocket Feb 2017
I bend branches in pursuit of nostalgia

I collect glances like a glass jar habitat

They light tiny spaces

while a lack of oxygen conspires the *****

No mercy in a world where free will falters

A childish curiosity killed the glow
A Steady display now dim and stuttered
A momentary depression on discovery

Curbside funeral

resigned for the sake of memory

Ponder patterns weaved by a concrete choked charade

We have what we need but hurry for another anxiety

institutions for conclusion fall short under an indifferent heaven

Conviction reassembles

stationery like statuary

human conditions climb the clutter

Your centuries were numerous

Now contained with disdain inside cardboard cutouts

The dusk dances and shade shifts

Under muted skies

Stagnant shadows elongate

Derelict distinction now a contorted silhouette

ridiculous renditions conspire another fiction

We scream for clarity with clinched jaw
Feb 2017 · 251
4 minute mess
Moonsocket Feb 2017
Bloom bound prairie

shake off these frozen confines

Brace for nothing

The sun stays away

familiar strangers cluster

****** another murmur with your abrasive tongue

Kick a can IF you must

This is a paradise for the broken home hero

Tilted shadows hide an uneasy nostalgia

Tree side muck pond ripple

A stone thrown for the sake of motion

A sigh retired for the sake of gumption

Fanatic ghosts reminisce over dusty diners

Tables like saw dust and lights dulled from a haywire hand

Grease plate pallet

you whisper

"God bless America"

into your headpiece

Indeed?

I think not sir

Dry toast and indifference for the soaking

Truck stop sickly and the road is endless

Rest stop epiphany and the desert screams with concurrence

Falsehood frenzy

our collisions grow more hysterical

grow more contrived

What a combination for the ponder patch

A slice of sanity on a pie full of red light liquidation

A drive by delusion

concrete echoes notions of finality

Spent for the folly

Sprint for the skyline

it keeps receding

I keep pleading

Show me what it means to be nonsense

Show me the theory that keeps us nodding like wire birds

wondering why we lack buoyancy

Wanting perches and obligatory blindness

Break me the way you broke the rest

A smile like satire

A mind like lunacy

Between I find something resembling reason
Feb 2017 · 596
The circus
Moonsocket Feb 2017
Complicate me for a dozen sighs

A youthful urgency sick like gin

I panic when I'm left with time

A stranger creature fills this skin

Excuse my mind that remains remote

Confuse an eye that perceives the most

For every answer there is a mask

Full of wonder and steadfast cracks

Time takes another creature for a ride

Preconceived notions fall in kind

A picture splattered for your crime

Some pity scattered for your dime

Slots for coins and the dead dance dainty

The pinstriped smile says...

NOW SIR!

don't be hasty

You see these moments you spend considering ghosts

Comparing their pursuit of legendary quotes

Looking for a season so lovingly stoked

You forget the now and all it's seams

Frayed from function but pleasantly pleased

Exhausted of purpose from the perpetual squeeze

These lines left for common sound

These lies kept for fine tuned clowns

clutter an avenue once so pure

sidestep obscurity now fully mature

Tiptoe the twine now used for speech

Tin can communicators for your leap

A rusted voice box silently weeps

Comfort controlled a room temp torture

Grasping a stone for the high stake mourners

Your God died a thousand times

Your madness was muted by a void streaked sky

I leave you now with so much contradiction

and retire my climb from a floundering friction
Moonsocket Feb 2017
Why do you all gather just to shatter?

Grip another frame and nod to the banter

Your eyes stay vacant in faces like plaster

Lines for lunacy and the jaws move faster

Dawn dazed youth distracted by a sunbeam

Speak about nothing but stay smug when the lights gleam

Laugh for the alien with a sober reaction

What we lack in conviction we make up in traction

We only speak sense to a casual observer

Black light goddess with the vanity fervor

in these spaces full of frenzied freaks

The highs scream predatory and the time sings bleak
Feb 2017 · 285
Elusive evolution
Moonsocket Feb 2017
There once was a mind fully defined

it's wiring now wrought with exposure

Time always comes hysterically inclined

disrupting these dispositions claiming composure
Jan 2017 · 317
Susceptible
Moonsocket Jan 2017
She lives in highs and strange spaces

conducting disbelief like a prodigy

an abstract anxiety for her pause

She wears a thousand chemical faces

each mask fine tuned for fiction

disposition suggests life has no flaws

Somewhere in those pupils lies a person

weave through the vanity for a pure bewilderment

I see your hysteria lies in these monsters made mute

Those one sequestered away for the sake of breathing

these delusions dissected

these rabid renditions you call life

they can only perpetuate profound confusion

I see your mind broke before you had a chance for clarity

I now understand the shadows you call shade

an artificial sun was your only means for illumination

I now know you existed like so much obscurity digested

Another life casualty for the whirlpool

Another wonder wasted for the sake of exhaustion
Jan 2017 · 719
Allow me this cynicism
Moonsocket Jan 2017
Polluted precision

the calling card of mankind

Stained structures and hazmat huddles

Cluttered minds with no jurisdiction

Face mask population
black stained the blue

What was once considered unexcused is now exceptional

It slips by like a sickness

while we binge watch the bully called Hollywood

while we smear another signature on a rented luxury

Who can ever just be when so many things say why?

The natural ability for adaptation leaves room for neglect

shrugged shoulders and disconnection

We fight for air in this crowded garden

metal florals with the concrete cloves

smiles fall and we feel the weight of full corners

A slow ride may reassemble a notion of purpose

tree smoke with a tree top tincture

Still

the speed demon decides the generation

It's all so hilarious
it's all so serious
It's all so human
Jan 2017 · 226
One more for insomnia
Moonsocket Jan 2017
Compose yourself carefully

your reconstruction may replace a proper requiem

A clock reaches ******

notice the tenacity and accommodate its ticking

The reflection renders exhaustion

so much energy for a worlds acceptance

one pliable pause may replace this madness

anticipate something more than just existing

I've seen the faces after free will falters

how the sighs replace the seasons

hollow expression like a dime store display

Inside the minds

A parasite proves rational

This hysterical need for the perpetual head nod

Knowing a shake may shatter the shallow shambles you call solidarity
Jan 2017 · 334
Urgency
Moonsocket Jan 2017
Social stanzas make my life easier

Patchwork strife splits through the eardrum

Kaleidoscope assembly lines and the abstract remains king

So many sad faces and I'm sick like a benadryl boomtown

Painted expressions for complicating

Minds blur from vitamin deficiency

A resigned sun never was needed

Your abrasive salvation never was found

The necessary means for excess lie in these majestic masquerades

Your high hopes with your sour patch picnics

The mercy monk offers wrinkled hands for currency exchange

Fungus for a stomachs churning

Lake shores drive home a new colorless grain

Window shopping a new distraction

The last one bailed when the world knocked on my door

Bulletproof glass for your failed unrest

A muted television makes more sense than one properly articulated

The mouths move like sanity

Drip Drop and the bulb burst

Shards of common clutter

The glow of sublime distraction becomes obligatory
Jan 2017 · 614
Train ride
Moonsocket Jan 2017
A boxcar towards Detroit

A cheap ticket and no work week

Train ride rhythm and we stack for nothing

A few hours until conclusion

So I might as well tinker with time

Pick apart these scenes so consumed and complicate nothing

Hear goes one more run for the cynical articulation

Some faces surround for common ground

Some minds scattered by seclusion

Some contraptions consolidate the wonders

Another nod for the distraction tube

No need for introspection
No need for eyes made astute

Cheeto dust and pocket lint for your friendship fund

Cracks complicate a ceilings resilience

Buckets like ****** Toons
Deafening roar of water on tin
A window frantically frosted

Makes blooms blink and breath contract

Casually heads cluster

Laugh inside the sick and gleam a new gold watch

Knock and smile for another soul suspended

Salted avenues crunch like brown bag bottles

Some homeless frozen into earth

Some malignant machinery shrouds the crossings

Air like an avalanche
Face feels like nothing

Solidified fragments for the descent

Ponder another pixel and they fall around this body

Water sticks like concrete poured

Heater heaven for a half price function

I've never felt so low than when the high is momentary

I've never known a God that needed so much reassurance

The sun shines but the cold is never controlled

I wish for Palm tree torture

So why do I head North?
Dec 2016 · 267
Stop
Moonsocket Dec 2016
Time is a ******

A habit made ancient and unwavering

The proof is merely a paused perception away
Dec 2016 · 535
Only
Moonsocket Dec 2016
Short circuits cultivated while womb wrapped

Fine tuned at birth by a world's hysterical rotation

Make for minds with a high functioning fragility

We succumb like rust under a chemical horizon

Beautiful shells

Completely absent of inward potency

No comfort came calling

only these cluttered confines now saturated with silence

No acknowledgement that you are real

only discarded contraptions piled haphazardly

They reach into the sky

As if searching for a reason splattered in the cosmos

No remedy found upon arrival

Only an indifferent observer demanding our place in it's kingdom

With merely superficial succulents as frame of reference

We have no clear answers for articulating
It's been a strange day
Dec 2016 · 405
Anatomical snuff box
Moonsocket Dec 2016
The nature of the mind is wandering and wondering

Occasionally moments come and solidify the trajectories

Minor distraction with the concrete life clusters

We remain stagnant in these swells
Momentarily modest and content

but soon another trajectory comes

Tenacious and full of sublime intention

Another cluster consumes

We spin dizzy and smile like slap stick

We stumble into artificial antics
If one stops we may crumble

Another episode expelled

We leave these remnants for discovery

Never giving thought for a soul communicating compromise

Time goes and the conclusions are never as good as it's momentum

With a bandits tenacity we scream for more

Knowledge lost and won in life's absurd rotation

We attempt at a world concise and absent of complicating

With skies like a sandbox
Blue rims and tan spread

With a garden fully weaved

No **** or wandered root found

You may sigh for these scenes now abstract and animalistic

Perception is key when the colors blend and tree's retreat into seed

A sun rises still

Expressing it's discomfort with a rain storm spewing sanctuary

Please wash away these notions of godly intervention

Please stop this mind that refuses to move past the green light
Dec 2016 · 626
Advocate of strange
Moonsocket Dec 2016
Madness moves selflessly

Never giving thought to it's own exhaustion

A lesson may be learned

Time may protest it's potency

Still

I cannot deny these acutely defined distractions

Whose hysterically sublime patronage only rendered time irrelevant

Nor can I negate notions of fine line fanatics

Whose frenzied flight only solidified a world's absurd rotation

So I excuse myself from this more conventional navigation

Knowing that time spent stagnant can only perpetuate presumption

Knowing that a mind concluded before the void consumes...

Is indeed

A mind worth rearranging
Dec 2016 · 582
Old time
Moonsocket Dec 2016
Sidetracked sunbeams break through a shaded heaven

Their curiosity claimed the dark

Illuminating an astounding sequence

Industrial excess now lost in a vast indifferent green

It's structure resigned to an organic reclamation

Man made contraptions
corrupted with time

Man made rust
A fine coating for these blooms

Lives once spoken for

Buried beneath earth and root

Leaving only remnants for these spaces less traversed

Tread on brickwork once shadowed with motion

It's wind weaved patterns suggest no recent confrontation

Now only a rains persuasion may reveal its meticulous layering

Footsteps fall and the microscopic scatter

Leaving only an imprint for indication should another soul stumble here
Dec 2016 · 593
Windy city rabbit hole
Moonsocket Dec 2016
My window is waiting

For an eye to perceive

A world outside this hysterical mechanical madness

Once I gaze into a cities relentless motion

I may find cause for night owl tendencies

A sun rises without incident

Where once a darkened structure was pondered

I now see it's true form illuminated

With ancient sight accented by a chemical horizon

I find a space full of nonsense anatomy

A red light guru makes haste for a new creation

While insect youth snap and capture another piece of pain

post and hit that thumbs up

Your joy is trivial

and that moment still exists as you  indulge in some digital vanity

A giant sits silently

Concrete choked and stagnant

it's stone weary face

Faded and stained by times indifferent coating

Family units flow

Fabulous facades for navigating

Eyes cancelled by smart technology

Complacent gazes for distracting

Nod until whip lash

Ignore this seamless beauty now trampled

Ignore these faded rantings of a bus stop patron

He made sense for some

But the rest just see another life casualty
Dec 2016 · 521
Limbo stages
Moonsocket Dec 2016
You stood there

Mind
Fully
Manic

Your DNA

A testament to life's serendipity

What images do you contain?

What fringe fueled ****** led us here?

My madness was only emphasized by yours

A recipe for catastrophe and we feel no limitations

our respective delusions collide

Stifled inhibitions cannot claim knowledge

Break away moments and we swallow clarity cold

Finally we find a seed for planting

Toxic nutrition and the stem shines sickly.

In our haste we forgot to let in the sun

We watched the leafs fall quiet

I know it broke me

which botched bloom broke you?
Dec 2016 · 480
A casual observation
Moonsocket Dec 2016
In the skies
dead time suspended
Accented by boundless space

Like so many peep holes for a pervert god

In the ground
resilience manifests silently
Repulsive and numerous

Feel them live with toes buried deep

In the minds
world's collide indiscriminately
A far gone remedy

Gazes wander for the pile
glazed and ever paranoid

In the eyes

A life deemed incomprehensible

habitual self loathing

We never stood a chance
Moonsocket Dec 2016
Swollen skies collapse splendidly

Earth bound and abrasive

You surrender into concrete and nowhere knolls

Windows echo your impact

Each drop emphasized by a muted musing

Falling separately in your haste

You reunite once shattered

Across your vast grey expanse

Ponds patter
puddles pool
Rivers lengthen
confines complicate

Hydrate the oxygen
let it taste your acidity

Wash away the insect empires
let them rebuild under calmer skies

No dams constructed
No moats for a world's draining

Disregard their momentary show of force

It was fleeting compared to your timeless tinkering
Dec 2016 · 400
Recorder (neck strap)
Moonsocket Dec 2016
Scraped off glass like it never was

left sideways and forgotten

shrouded by shrub and pine

maybe it was merely nerves reacting

maybe it was never free will inclined

What decides I'm me and your the wings?

Why did my free will take me down this road?

Why did my car collide with your flight?

I keep driving

My momentum is now a distant hum for your ear

feathers plucked and scattered

I wish you knew my life
I wish I knew your best

It may seem trivial for some

This feeling of guilt for your departure

But when does haste conclude?

When does empathy begin?

With its potent sting and sensible view

easy for the outsider

I smile for you and your distant sighs

but here and now

With four doors and nothing but highway rhythm

I feel a slight panic

I keep it steady out of habit

my mind never needed this much free time

I think about that bird

I think about where it came from

I think about who may have seen it's flight that day

How many miles traversed?
How many clouds scattered?

I think
I think
I think
Dec 2016 · 178
Scavenger hunt
Moonsocket Dec 2016
Here is your mind
complete and confused
Push it back in place
pray it's not refused
Dec 2016 · 199
Parties and pantries
Moonsocket Dec 2016
Complaints may be filed with the doorman

He has remastered the plastic smile


I was derailed temporarily

A rhyme and a reason took my composure

I'm back now

virtual and completely unhinged

Although I'm not sure on my physical

I smile for these more absurd moments

Speed by citrus sale and we beg for vitamins


Ramble for a slow heart rate and I feel my frenzy

They say I'm a mean person

Pluck a bloom for decoration

never mind it's microscopic objections

they say my mind needs medications

the why's and why not

lost with my childhood fun house

I may weave new blankets

sell them to natives small pox free

Currently my thumbs are in a perpetual stage of mutiny

I attempt to starve them into submission

Their resolve proves stronger than mine

I raid the pantry


Delicious delusion

How you propelled my recent episode

funk blaster and the legs mingle

cry into tilted cup and drink indignation

I came for these more sublime moments

stuck in a wave of blue nostalgia

familiar faces propped on nonsense anatomy

smile for the default expressions

with new shoes of the finest canvas

I was feeling quite nice

Somewhere along the way I lost myself

This house was not mine

unknown walls divide strange spaces

Fake paradise festers
cornered and contrived

Closer examination reveals plastic leaf and dusted hedges

my disappointment knows no bounds

boom box throw back and we run out of batteries

The musicians where too faded for orchestration

Sometimes we lose the plot

Sometimes it's elusive nature proves more worthwhile
Nov 2016 · 312
The calm
Moonsocket Nov 2016
Make amends
for these motionless
They never made a scene

Everything is currently crystal

Pin drop emptiness
muffled by ear buds
Nod and smile

I grow weary from a lack of generation

Resigned by default
dull glow for distracting
Drool for the letters

Knock on a door no longer

Slow the slip
night shrouds nothing
Street light clarity

Sometimes we see too much

Wine stained and ragged
he sat shoeless
Muted and glazed

A product of times constant tinkering

Humble like the cobble
we throw it aside
No thought for its origins

A victim of societies tenacious momentum

Build a new timeline
this one is known
This one is needed

fell between the cracks

no compromise for grasping

Radiant radio tower sky
please plug in for euphoria

static echoes
static responses

Wayward creatures full of frenzy

how they mingle so desperately

Dodge a bullet for excellence

Conclusion soaked suits
taken by a golden hand
Slop shop for clarity

Nothing makes sense anymore
Nov 2016 · 275
Nietzsche inspired (final)
Moonsocket Nov 2016
I found a stow away deep in my skull

my chemical pathways interrupted

I feel unhinged but I see the reasoning

Infinite faces perpetuate uncountable frames

So many the ground chokes from the excess

The master heads came saying they need a reduction

Some souls wasted space so we ship them to their respective gods

Heads not in approval

Surely my God wanted it
Nov 2016 · 256
Lack
Moonsocket Nov 2016
I am a hollow sender

build you up and take away your face

I am a make believe Salvation

reflect your insecurities for a change

I am the worst kind of hallucination

peripheral sabotage

your blinks always come too late

I came here for a break

but these walls cannot feel this space

inside these confines we find a brain

chaos crusted but contained

They say I inspire strange

words like a fun house fantasy

yet my message sounds like an echo

The master blaster says I should write in space

that's a task worth taking for a free

shoot me up and I will never come down

I've taken on excessive pacing for some peace

the papers say I'm free for a time

coffee and nicotine fuel this latest craze

sometimes I feel the ghosts complain

my past is one too remember

Long gone are the days of mind benders and fine line headaches

sun spiked and eager

spun cookies and the red blue persuasion

These words build another maze

so I sit here displaced

The time tables cannot refrain
from chemical surrender

watch the molecular rearrange
far gone is it's composure

Sometime I will feel the rain

but holes dug still hinder what could amaze

my last lighthouse disappeared with my organization

and what was left of my mind
Nov 2016 · 373
Dabble in the daily
Moonsocket Nov 2016
Strapped in for another gizmo gobbled

This ones chemical complexion suggest strange times indeed

here we go again for midnight thirty

Familiar madness for these familiar strangers

Faces plastered with nonsense expression

A cosmic joke for these perpetual purveyors

A timeline choked for these mindful destroyers

Pills for the meat and it goes down empty

Calm and canned we feel the assembly line

Rubber traction and the mismatched membranes

Artificial sweetener for propulsion and I feel my cancer

Can we have a moment of silence for the speed demon?

He left as fast as he came

Holding no compromise or puzzles left for decoding

Productive in his vices with hysteria popped pupils

His tooth and claw method dug a primitive prison

Make some noise for these peaked characters

They play getaways well until corners consume jolly

Don't disturb what needs rearranging

it's original mess was my blue print for clarity

this clutter had a purpose but life caught its prize

Swift justice for the seeker

He lacked a library code so box car children ran his brain

Don't mistake this hindsight for enlightenment

Confusion can slip the noose and run circles in unkempt head space

Watch these scenes collapse from excess

they always do

Laugh with the rest on ***** crusted memory

Watch the cracks split from abuse

sometimes we can't help the momentum

Watch the sun retreat to shade as if overwhelmed by its own creations
Nov 2016 · 239
On my way
Moonsocket Nov 2016
A car full of crazy

each mask fully functional

Wine stained logic with the auto pilot motions

I only wanted a new copy of "The Plague"

I gave my last one to a stranger who ask me my thoughts on the human condition

Somehow traffic sticks and I'm left with a stagnant wave that cannot be traversed

My passengers are all professionals in their respective fields of strange

I'm not sure where I found them or how they gained entry

They told me when we first met

"A vehicular persuasion can be potent"

I nod like I understand

With only pocket lint powder and tree's

surely they will have no words purchased

They ask me this and that like I have a clue

With two days no sleep and an unshakable humming of the eardrum

I am on the brink of bronchitis and padded squares

finally we arrive and I leave them to their nonsense

they all went next door to a pool hall

I bought all the Camus I could

I left them there for discovery
Nov 2016 · 268
These
Moonsocket Nov 2016
He played a plastic flute and everyday was his birthday

he would run the avenues

blowing the same depraved Elton John rendition

I ran into him at a bbq shack

Wishing him happy birthday for the tenth time that month

I inquired into his day to day

with eyes saying nine lives lived he states his purpose

A wire broke deep in my skull sir

sometimes my head gets cloudy

Everyday is my birthday because everyday I am reborn with harder skin

I won this flute at a raffle I wasn't aware I entered

I live in a sky box and drink the rain for days and days

I eat the cloud coverage so the sun always shines

I spew the leftovers into worldwide ghettos for the starving and forgotten

well at least you think worldly I say

and your flute remains pristine in these harsh Midwest conditions

hats off to you sir for your unwavering weirdness

he nods giving me a look that says

of course?

I watch him disappear around the corner
Nov 2016 · 215
Road trip (rapid fire)
Moonsocket Nov 2016
Calm hand for the matrix

digital persuasions static responses

Talk show host for nobody

Desert air broadcast and the paranoid keep digging

Why does this nowhere box hum with purpose?

with no direction for its current

surely somewhere dead space shines bright

highway lights and insect genocide

I wonder if they ever know

no lines for the feeding

wires cut at birth and an eye stays vacant

A stagnant crowd for navigating

watch the faces express the expressionless

puddle splash and the *** growls deeply

never seen with calm sight only misplaced anxiety

Fall behind Apple cart and another immigrant starves

don't mistake that tye dyed painter for the sky

she is nearly finished with her masterpiece

the clouds seem real but the rain never falls

with this knowledge I make ground for hydration

Hay trucks driven for a racist farmer

he paid well but inspired nausea

prairie dry with the Yankee cassette tapes

he spent his entire life on the same one hundred acres

yet he claimed worldly insight into why he deserved and others didn't

Some folks on the road inspire hope and happy

An alarming amount prove sinister and spiteful

made it home but I'm not sure why

this space is known and these streets sufficiently trampled

Concrete nineties insignia
tree house trash pile
Home warmth and comfort

this will do
this I can manage
Nov 2016 · 278
Waffle house ramblings
Moonsocket Nov 2016
Cold sweat oasis

Structures stretched with nuclear tendencies

Sometimes the creators get the better of themselves

Flash bang for dizzy blind spots

Specks for perception and they move with urgency

Close those eyes one more time for a remedy

Open for a new conclusion ever spent and contrived

Images for harvesting

we have plenty

Breath taken and things fall into place

Contrived and chemically complete

We can only surmise new horizons and much needed lucidity

Momentary in it's conclusion

We soon fell away faster than electro shock embraces

Complicate these realities with your hysterics and excess

Build up these walls with your sinister time clocks

bathtubs and cold water cures

drain the brain and plant new sanity

grates for forgetting

wash away these more unconventional moments

city dump bound with plastic tank accommodation

lay with the rest and die again

Cookie cutter cyborg with a familiar face

Long dead with only a dull ache for remembrance

recycle some faces
freeze the terminally ill

bring back centuries from now

Corporate confines with the wholesale slavery

rapid fire freak show
one penny for entry

watch the snakes linger for a taste

watch me go put on a new face

one more pleasing for your view

something hate proof and plastic
Nov 2016 · 225
Lost in a rabbit hole
Moonsocket Nov 2016
We wore these sublime stained expressions so proudly

Tossed some mud and dodged the predators

We had truly achieved chemical nirvana

Short switch and the ignition burns fast

Make believe bombs for a make believe world

bright lights from an old time explosion

Blue green skies fully disrupted

Wrought with pinstriped lines and popped cloud clusters

Abstract and animalistic patrons for this viewing

we came down for a time

but soon realized there never was a good reason

Cannon loaded and funky we shoot back into space

Mismatched farewells with the grudge filled quirks

We populated the moon because we left a trash heap

Blotting anyone who arrived for curiosities sake

Soon we had a nonsense circus that floated with a lack of gravity

we found the space monkey

he  was driven insane from potassium deficiency

still he turned into a smile when offered a crutch for his madness

Why find a remedy when you can perpetuate profound insanity?

One kaleidoscope for the world's viewing

look down and witness the action

We watch trying to comprehend such animosity

Progress left with the dinos
fossilized and forgotten

Spontaneously combust and an arm chair is left smoldering

View through tilted physics and sky high perception

Laugh and back slap for bets won

that war was avoided

this one is inevitable

Shall we estimate this year's hunger?

Shall we rationalize all these downward hysterics?

I think I will stay moon strapped and confused

No urge can be conjured to make that trip back to earth

With a lack of God up here for complicating

We may have found the secret for peace

we never did come down

why?

why not?

indeed sir

Indeed
Nov 2016 · 360
Yes indeed
Moonsocket Nov 2016
Angry anarchy anticipates arcane action

Bruised banshees beckon bulbous bull blowers

Can calamity come calmer?

Climbing cold cobbles continues confusion

Disregard demented dinner doodles

Excited embryos excrete extravagant extraterrestrials

Forlorn figures fund future folly for fragile freedoms

Giants gather grinning grandma's grasping grand gargoyles

Hindsight hides huge hurdles helplessly

Introverted insight inspires ink infused instinct
Nov 2016 · 258
They told me as much
Moonsocket Nov 2016
Sometimes I saturate my sunbeams with smoke

They stay stationary and unwavering in their illumination

Backfire for a saboteur and I see it all

losing it in the home front

Five nonsense fingers for a minds  grasping

I finally found my sanity
fell down behind the couch
An abyss for traversing
navigate those weaves woven

Dusted change and forgotten identification

I was a regular at the Lego factory

now I find my punch card crumbled and useless

I never did find the rest

what was I saying?

oh

so what if my blinds bend and my books take up all the seating ?

I prefer the floor with it's more humble views

the insects stay away
the weather is turning

I keep it clean but leave the windows propped for exposure

when does the clock die?

I bought these batteries out of haste

it's constant reminder ticks through  these silent moments

third shift hammock for the swing

Ninja turtle sheets and danger mouse masquerades

I'm no longer a child but sometimes I vacation with my nostalgia

it feels nice but leaves a hole every time

still bills must be paid

I worked with a cat lady at burger king

She claimed friendship with Ray Bradbury

She showed me a letter and I see it's true

She was the spitting image of Mary Kathleen O ****** in her more paranoid years

for all the Vonnegut fans out there I smile for you

Did you make it?
Did you break it?
Did you die alone?

"so it goes"

said the wizard with the satire solutions
Nov 2016 · 257
Trash day
Moonsocket Nov 2016
I ate some orange before the travel trip

Tilted the sand dial and defied times tenacious turmoil

The rockets were shot into space

full of seed and castrated politicians

We shielded our eyes from the Chem trails

they cut slices through the sky

Watch the master mucus slide into contrived contraptions

Slime these wrong doers and reestablish the gold tooth

A wafer for your thoughts it's all I have

The banker only gave me wooden pennies and a cardboard cutout of Miami

He smiled while he hustled

My father always said never trust a suited reason

He mowed fields with motors built by his careful hands

sometimes a spider would take his knee brace and conflict came

antibiotics and spaghetti Westerns made him whole

He dies two years ago now

but we still smile for his stubborn statues

I met a snail that hindered my momentum

but he was much older so I  paused politely

I always talk with the old heads and ask about Nixon and Elvis

they amuse and frighten with their time stained logic

Everyone thinks I'm crazy but that's alright

I use to think I was sane and castle inclined

but 25 years of folks stating your unstable may break a brain

fortunately I have a back up

I found it in a Denver appliance store next to a fallout shelter

The man said it cost a dime

but I hand him my pocket lint instead

we nodded at mutual hysteria and dined with the cannibals

I mixed up my brain purchase

so sometimes nostalgia gets the better of me

This new one once belonged to the duke of Delaware

sometimes he talks low

But I've gotten better about leaving him on the back burner

I heard he ate dust and cried while clapping for Hamilton

this is me reorganizing my headspace

This is me gagging on tuna helper

I grew up in a food stamp paradise

spam and apple's for after school snacks

spaghetti with the red paste makes taste buds mutiny

but the bus lady gave me a sticker every time I climbed on healthy and bruised

I feel better
Cleaning out the head space
Nov 2016 · 582
Leftovers
Moonsocket Nov 2016
Plastic parts and string theories make some noise

Grind another grain mill and watch the wind swept fade

Small finds lead to future calamities

we shake in the shadow

Giants of excess spew pompous protest

We stole the bread for nutrition

but we find it hollow and guilt ridden

Scream for these corners forced
that state we don't really exist

A means to an end and another mansion breaks ground

Still

Broken home hero's die quick and without impact

White collars with the pill pop tendencies

Eat the fine cheeses and discuss the poor

Nod then chew without a clue about  whirlpool waste and desperation

trophy for the time bomb

He got drunk and killed a bystander

I would say innocent but who really is?

but his prison has a tennis court and the family has a scapegoat

Grease filled car ports expel wrappers and ignorance

Trip over the filth while they grin with yellow tooth

I need a vacation
I need inebriation
I need hesitation

Surely I would be drunk tank bound and fine slapped by fuzzy entitlement

leftover brain stew

I found it in the bottom of my ***

I'm not sure on its consistency

But I am sure it makes sense to me
Gray days make a mind vulnerable to the ridiculous
Nov 2016 · 483
My last soap box
Moonsocket Nov 2016
The global coalition of closet queens scramble to make meals for Pence

A man who resembles a recalled children's doll

Toxicity in the plastic and he refuses to be house broken

The white house maids have already stepped on his piles

Corn fed and ignorant he turns red in his embarrassment

The scared racists scramble for that giant trash pile in the sky

clinging to their chicken fried lovers

fearing they may be mistaken for a gay man

Watch the child king place a rusted crown on old world hate

Progress was a train wreck

We found the cargo inside a slime pond

I mingle with the rational on occasion

I met my last girlfriend at an anti pipeline demonstration

Black gold chokes the life of rural pleasantries

They only wanted to carve out their peace of progress

but now it will ruin the natives and dissolve these drinking fountains

In America we don't throw journalists in prison

we just slap them with a lawsuit

Broke down they wrap around the bread line

Spoken word and selfless soup put on the shelf

This air blows cold and these leaves crack sinister

The news says hate crimes and bullying are on the rise

Peruvians run the corner store around the way

I went to buy tobacco and Laffy taffy

Their window shattered and crude spray paint over the entrance

apparently mistaken for ISIS

they stand confused and scared

just wanting the same things you and I do

happiness and health

security and a future for their children

A perpetual state of fear
A mind numbing angst

These are the tools we have going forward

Just in case nobody says it

I love you all

and you are always welcome at my table
Nov 2016 · 403
The membrane shuffle
Moonsocket Nov 2016
So deceptive these composed calamities

They get the better of you

A new enigma found my sight

Plucked them from a drinking glass and polished them proper

Abstract and splattered face greet this new perception

Said it would paint me a more elegant demise

Something humble and quiet

no blood or bones broken

More so a mind resigned to despondency

Watch the knees sag in that final moment

When this world falls around its creators

The sun lays sputtering and extinguished

gasping steam and screaming for more

A moon lays low lacking a proper socket wrench

No way to rebuild these hysterical landscapes

Glance at the rubble strewn plateau

Remember the peace it once contained

it was only momentary

I find a reason buried deep inside what once was

musty and earthly

dig like I'm China bound

I finally unearth free will and all it's beautiful chaos

I put it in my pocket for safe keeping
Strange times indeed
Nov 2016 · 203
Detox 2014
Moonsocket Nov 2016
A new stone left unturned
let it lie

Made a move for solidarity
fell short of time

Small pleasures in loneliness
make believe and confined

Structure fire fun farms
watch the morbid fly

Cold and complete
they left the fiend alive

Diluted scenes of hollow bliss
magnify these laser nights

Screams echo for a release
jaw tied tight with twine

Sweated sheets and blue hum lights
I never knew how to die

One soul rejected plea bargain
hustle for a ride

Steal the nutrition from the rest
crawl away from this life

Somewhere in this sky there is a quiet

The kind that makes this madness seem alright

Perceive with an indifferent eye
please pay no mind

Another body is just decomposing
burned by hindsight

Dilute these portraits of brave new finds

Tear out the seam of these seamless designs

Someway we can make an old time crime

The kind that makes a mind finally climb down

Rusted eye and slow declines
I need this and you need mine
Nov 2016 · 422
I hate the mall
Moonsocket Nov 2016
Buzz strut with the edgy biology

high on fumes and nonsense anatomy

Watch it gloat inside a wooden smoke shack

A snake slides splendidly
silently sowing seduction
Gun strapped and glamorous

Laughter fills the spaces
still a soul needs comfort
Cry for the mother

But she is preoccupied

Thumbs aching from the scroll

Plastic and jaded from tweets and tinder

Wine and dine floozies
half starved from vanity
Still they snap before they eat

Pay the tab and leave them to their exhaustion

Cookie cutter units with the virtual reality escape pods

Trampolines for two pennies a leap
But a ceiling denies full potential

I came here with two specific purposes

I only wanted to buy some pants and eat Orange chicken

Unfortunately I've been cursed with a need for perceptions dissected

So I wander the rows dumbfounded

not by the excess or store fronts

But by the behavior and faces of so many singular souls mingling together

I would order from the Amazon

But I find my reclusive nature needs shaking now and again

Maybe the excess empire was too fast for diving

Next time I will just fashion my own fashion
Nov 2016 · 456
PSA
Moonsocket Nov 2016
PSA
Sitting on this couch

I witnessed my best lamp turn into a goat

in these moments

With no troll for physical intervention

I truly fear me own chemistry

I had to go

It's a strange turn of events when ones mind can no longer be trusted

Even stranger when it comes so abrupt and uninvited

like an old friend with sandbox obligations

Fear in that I have no idea when I actually came unhinged

Relax

Retrace your steps

Find a time when these images actually made sense

When the sky had a less sinister muse

when life echoed humble

When stomach pain was a dull ache

now I sit here without a proper clue as to what comes next

Waiting for this shaken stutter to articulate properly

however with no soul for communication

I must finally face my own reflection

the last time I was here

I saw myself turn into an old man and decay properly

So fear resonates when I step onto cold tiles

I look into the mirror

my eyes say

"where have you gone?"

Don't do drugs

I rarely do

This was a reminder why I usually say no
Haven't been writing a lot lately trump has given me the writer's block blues
Nov 2016 · 284
Some people I met in Reno
Moonsocket Nov 2016
An amateur **** star with a masters in psychology

She was pleasantly astute
also predictably cold
How could she not be?

A high functioning fiction with shattered jaw logic

He picked flowers for a living
blow and citrus extended
Eyes saying the show must go on

She was maybe the safest creature alive

Traversed all cracks with grace
saying she hated pain in all forms
An alien in a cruel world

He was a pusher of high caliber

He navigated traffic like a stop light
savage in his circles
But nobody on his block went hungry

Some people I met in Reno

Some much needed madness after a plane ride stiff with sanity
Nov 2016 · 260
Uh oh
Moonsocket Nov 2016
A trail of gasoline with no apparent purpose

Light it up and watch its course

Irresponsible in every sense of the word I know

I am only human

Sometimes this morbid curiosity can overwhelm

Now praying too no particular god

That my haste end with no serious damage

In the distance a sun rises early

stirred awake by a man made ignition

How could I have know?
Nov 2016 · 515
I have questions
Moonsocket Nov 2016
What is a mirror without vanity?

Youth chemically plastered

smitten by Hollywood delusions

Eager limbs with a fine insect coating

What is time without thievery?

The years go and we are left with these empty spaces

Sometimes filled with television glow and robot trances

The kindle and cookies

Let the crumbs gather for the microscopic

What is life without a tilt?

Pour the paranoid another drink and nod at the bankrupt morality

Pat the cornered fiend and comfort his hate filled hindsight

observe a wasted generation

Hysterically hydrated and slumped

What is God without interpretation?

Mine is not yours

but I admire the tenacious taste of a salvageable salvation

I appreciate kindness in all forms

Whatever way it may manifest itself

A smile is a smile

What is a beginning without an end?

Find peace or guilt the path may be up too you

Sometimes the path may be chosen for us

It takes a strong mind
to reject their idea of happiness
For the sake of your own
Nov 2016 · 608
Thank you
Moonsocket Nov 2016
I found a bird inside a ravaged landscape

Contorted faces with the chemical reactions

The product of my own mind

I get trapped here now and again

But this creature breathes stability in a world otherwise abandoned to its own devices

Anybody that truly knows me can attest to my tenacious mental mess

I suppose it is noble that you wish to rationalize the irrational

But this is not a game

Nor is it a movie portrayed with a Hollywood tint

Some things are best left for nature's unfolding

Still

She said she found my insanity offensive and delightful

If I had the constitution for marriage I would have proposed right there

That may be the nicest thing anyone has ever said too me

Unfortunately I can barely handle myself

With the exception of a now and again nomadic turtle

So I let her go knowing I will only complicate

I am only a danger to myself
why make you watch?

Please don't misconstrued

I know my madness is nothing special

But it is mine not yours

You have yet to see true unnerving

I would do my best to guide you to a safe oasis

Still it would fade and shrivel with our collective consciousness

Let someone else do the unraveling
Let someone else make you whole

I try to be a good person

Even if that means the occasional hatred from you
Nov 2016 · 347
A mad scene
Moonsocket Nov 2016
We made the conversation for a passerby

Each one more ridiculous than the last

We neglected nutrition with haste

But we swallowed the lies of enlightenment

I needed a moment to compose myself

But the restroom was full of powder and human exchange

I laugh at this mad display
basking in this show of human excess

My tent is folded
never did construct it
Someone stole my poles
hippie sabotage

Strippers slowly swinging
holes in the forest
Eyes in the tree tops

Run up a hill
to avoid an old pains inquiries
At the top I meet a man
he pulls me aside
Trying to explain his condition

"My boy my shoes went nomadic I am aware of the irony!"

I say sir we are all mad currently

Enjoy the breather because dawn is coming

I make my exit because I see him eyeing my sneakers

Paddle boats?

Climb aboard says a spun out pirate

Indeed indeed

He had a plastic saber as a sword

and a marshmallow gun at his side

How he got it past security I will never know

When I ask him this he said he came by waterway

and that this paddle boat was made for excursions

A wild man with five wild women wave at me from the center dock

but I am much too shy for ******

Music now
bring out the rhythm
make room for the rage sticks
I hate them so

Make it to the center
I'm not sure of what yet
But I'll figure it out
maybe
One weekend elsewhere
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