happy, my birthday,
I'm all alone and within I'm without
pull and torn I'm gone
I wish, I wish, I wish,
and nowhere does where go
to the deathend of time?
I found the answer
in the middle of the key
and I haven't seen much then
because it blinded me.
somebody helped me
saved me from myself
the chorus of our kind
the human heartbeat
provider of life
destroyer of death
only absoluter.
to be loved
is all want.
love
doesn't want me.
it would seem
it had beaten me,
this kind,
I keep my distance.
But really it's me beating myself,
because love is my bat, my fist,
my hand.
I wish I was no one,
I wish I was some one,
**** why can't you undo me?
Strike the piercing chord,
Leave me like a lost note,
don't strike in the bone
make me more of a orchard
**** **** **** me me me
if you won't do me this one favor
**** me **** me **** me.
Somebody forgot me
sometimes ago
sometimes I don't care
the rest I can't help it
and it, I.
I'm just struck by cosmic luck,
every star crossed
in every sky.
impossibility makes room
for me. for me,
for me,
love.
splitme,
sunkingly I sunk down the bottom of the drainy drain drain,
beget, oh mother!! my mother my mind has become
such, such
dry
mush.
flee the orchestra!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DEATH
is on the riseDONT YOU FEAR?oh,
suppose I guess you don't what then
well,
funny that you ask.
there will come a day when this world you knew so well
ends,
and a new one begins, a new one where you know nothing and nothing will help you.
may as well be one where you have a hard shell and twitching legs.
but this is not the world you know this is is the closest thingy to hell there is,
where nobody speaks your language,
not the language of your mind not the language of your heart,
this is the world where the inferno will be made to look
like a playground.
this is the end of days of man and me and you and I.
the end of everything. And.
I'm su'reject,
shank, Blake Blake blake
how you would divinity me,
I know how naught
but the end doesn't care
oh the end
oh the handsomest end
why does it leave me naught
alone, in my dark little cabin
of a hole, why does it naught,
why, why????
I'll tell.
spirit. because it loves you
and you are in love with it.
this is the way things roll.
across the universe!! isn't it beautiful??
well I think so, thus it is, because beauty,
is it not merely the object of the mind's affection?
that's one of my favorites.
forging a new pathway.
perhaps smelting the sky
may not be the brightest of ideas
but is it not still
the greatest?
I don't need this.
that crime.
flung form out window,
distraught and demented,
it's my grandpa!! why does it make me mad?
could be that
the sun doesn't bend
for the heartbroken,
nay, nay,
that not be it.
I bet, oh yes, my whole dime,
that it is buck for your bang
when it comes to love
and leave.
but from
is leading me nowhere,
and now
has stranded me between rock.
buried by the future the dead future that future
carved from animal bones and dinosaur minerals
and dead potential and dead fulfillment.
flum.
deny and deny, deny
till your teeth harden
to stop them.
but that's not the case,
there's dreaminess in the clouds,
always a somethingness
isn't somethingness?
I suppose always asking
solves the question, doesn't't.
blah.
bake me a cake,
with
your name on it
and shove it in my face. happy
birthday.
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 9:28 PM UTC
happy, my birthday,
I'm all alone and within I'm without
pull and torn I'm gone
I wish, I wish, I wish,
and nowhere does where go
to the deathend of time?
I found the answer
in the middle of the key
and I haven't seen much then
because it blinded me.
somebody helped me
saved me from myself
the chorus of our kind
the human heartbeat
provider of life
destroyer of death
only absoluter.
to be loved
is all want.
love
doesn't want me.
it would seem
it had beaten me,
this kind,
I keep my distance.
But really it's me beating myself,
because love is my bat, my fist,
my hand.
I wish I was no one,
I wish I was some one,
**** why can't you undo me?
Strike the piercing chord,
Leave me like a lost note,
don't strike in the bone
make me more of a orchard
**** **** **** me me me
if you won't do me this one favor
**** me **** me **** me.
Somebody forgot me
sometimes ago
sometimes I don't care
the rest I can't help it
and it, I.
I'm just struck by cosmic luck,
every star crossed
in every sky.
impossibility makes room
for me. for me,
for me,
love.
splitme,
sunkingly I sunk down the bottom of the drainy drain drain,
beget, oh mother!! my mother my mind has become
such, such
dry
mush.
flee the orchestra!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DEATH
is on the riseDONT YOU FEAR?oh,
suppose I guess you don't what then
well,
funny that you ask.
there will come a day when this world you knew so well
ends,
and a new one begins, a new one where you know nothing and nothing will help you.
may as well be one where you have a hard shell and twitching legs.
but this is not the world you know this is is the closest thingy to hell there is,
where nobody speaks your language,
not the language of your mind not the language of your heart,
this is the world where the inferno will be made to look
like a playground.
this is the end of days of man and me and you and I.
the end of everything. And.
I'm su'reject,
shank, Blake Blake blake
how you would divinity me,
I know how naught
but the end doesn't care
oh the end
oh the handsomest end
why does it leave me naught
alone, in my dark little cabin
of a hole, why does it naught,
why, why????
I'll tell.
spirit. because it loves you
and you are in love with it.
this is the way things roll.
across the universe!! isn't it beautiful??
well I think so, thus it is, because beauty,
is it not merely the object of the mind's affection?
that's one of my favorites.
forging a new pathway.
perhaps smelting the sky
may not be the brightest of ideas
but is it not still
the greatest?
I don't need this.
that crime.
flung form out window,
distraught and demented,
it's my grandpa!! why does it make me mad?
could be that
the sun doesn't bend
for the heartbroken,
nay, nay,
that not be it.
I bet, oh yes, my whole dime,
that it is buck for your bang
when it comes to love
and leave.
but from
is leading me nowhere,
and now
has stranded me between rock.
buried by the future the dead future that future
carved from animal bones and dinosaur minerals
and dead potential and dead fulfillment.
flum.
deny and deny, deny
till your teeth harden
to stop them.
but that's not the case,
there's dreaminess in the clouds,
always a somethingness
isn't somethingness?
I suppose always asking
solves the question, doesn't't.
blah.
bake me a cake,
with
your name on it
and shove it in my face. happy
birthday.
just some meaningless ashbery-esque style poetry ig
