thought about
you today
wishing I
could write that way

I want to make money
and give it all away

I think things,
write them down,
and then post them.

I'm off-kilter. A thought quilter without a filter.
how about salad on your **** while I cover you with ranch dressing?
I'll have you undress me and stand on me between my groin and *** cheeks
up against the wall in a head stall
You'll shave my ***** and glue the hair to my inner thighs while I lick your eyes
then I'll spit in your mouth after going down south on your front and back
shove a black ***** in your gage hole
then put my ***** in your other ear
so you can hear me *******  
"**** on my face!" I say
she says "no way"
she complained that it would ruin her day
it ruined my day

I draw things with feces
in dedication of my species

...

I saw  I had 68 poems
then thought  "ha  69"

oh boy, a lie's a sin, but when we lie to ourselves
maybe that's where all the bad begins
I pulled apart my prayer and then I stared to the sky
Sunday morning came and then it died.
Man, I swear, I barely need a thing.
All I want from life is to be free.
When I empty it, my mind's in bliss
but it's not easy rolling through the struggles day to day
I'm calling out to ones sought out to be just like this
give away your things and come my way

we don't need proverbs to guide us
everything's inside us

funnel cake **** snakes shaking baby bubbles  
mad lady **** parts leaking farts like a hen
when men **** they tend to start chuckling
unbuckling their pants they dance to the bathroom
Pushed too hard?
P.U.
you act like you didn't just poo.

mi corazón es fuerte.
Es mejor que  una patata.

the fungus are among us
among us, and abundance of humongous fungus
the substance spun us into funnel monkey dumbness
no longer numbness we felt the suns bliss
sun kissed wondrous fun.
feeling the youngest we dismissed all toughness
no longer rambunctious
we had won us a moral compass
complete sublime oneness
glad we had done this
we yelled cowabungas

all these things
I don't need
are weight on me

when you talk of Poland
it sure sounds like a dream
I'm so happy to have met you
and have you share those things with me.

many thoughts of grey glooms and foggy mists
not ominous. It's thick and comforting
alive and awake
for us to take advantage of
I feel one with the mist
I feel proud of its accomplishments
Its energy is floating all around me
a quiet morning, but full of energy
it's sending me things
teaching me how to be
it's clarity fused with positivity
thoughts interrupted by a golden finch

our bond is sacred
and if we have faith
our love will always
share the same name

my love for your daughter
is the strongest I know,
but still second to yours
because you're letting her go

I can't always help you, but I'll do what I can.
One day you won't need it, because you'll be a man.

I am foreign
Not stupid
yelling loudly
doesn't help me

kind of pumped to get the **** out of it
I'm sorry this, is at your expense. Then again,  
ten bucks says I try to come back one day
wake up sad, " why did things have to change?"
I'll say "I'm sorry" we'll **** right away
I'll lose interest quickly and be on my way

tried my best
to write a poem
10 words or less

shakin like a bacon eater
takin down a bird feeder
cedar creatures rollin up a doobie
they be suing me for truancy
I shoo a flea from chewin me
a wrap of lettuce fed us
said us fellas sellin head amounts of coke
we oughtta **** a bowl of hope
my soap and rope fill up my closet
I deposit positively. Stop to mop it
cropping photos,potting soil,oil spotting
wrapping lettuce wraps and leftovers in foil
I'm American and spoiled

my dear friend Mija,
your voice is quiet and sweet
and you see a lot of truth
inside and out
breaking out of your shell, you have a lot to tell
you're not done yet and I'm eager
to see the rest of your journey
you've inspired me to create and see things beautifully
truthfully, your mind is a goldmine
I've taken the time to pray you stay safe
and have been keeping myself in a really good place
I hope you are too and soon I'll find out
we'll talk about things we both care about
this summer I've done things the way that I choose
I wrote lot's of poems,
but this one's for you
<3

Fixed on salad ******* armpit ****
Passionate diaper ***** dodging queefs
**** fat farts and **** sipping
Squiggly nips dangling from a pig
coffee spitting ***** kids with sticks
sticking sticky ***** in **** like a *****
*** cream pageant queens spewing ****
Chris Kringle's candy cane **** tip dripping on lips
sweet **** water for your daughter
******* to Aaron Carter
**** the rest
I'm all out of ******* to step on
best be getting home to *** on my own chest
test the taste and throw out the rest
I tickle my intestines till I **** out hot stew
putrid black goo with nut chunks and fiber skins
stretching ball skin over my **** rim till it's all one
sack
use bread and sauce from a snack pack to make a sack
sandwich
hold the lettuce between my cheeks and toss my own salad
picturing *** ramming ***** spewing out tasty *****
gluey pools of chlorine smelling salty bliss
I picture gargling ***** while lesbians crawl all over me
vibrating fake skin ***** deep in my **** cave
if you misbehave I'll rip off your face while I squeeze your
**** in my teeth and make you sit on my face after you clean
your *** crease bleached and sweet

I felt sad today,
but glad that I could feel

I will never

floss because

getting drilled

turns me on

school starts next week
I'm no longer centered
there's so much to do
and the stress starts to enter

I like guys
I think of them
when I sleep
with all these girls

the trees in my head were metal painted red
I shot up ****** and melted into my bed instead of going to school
I spooled thread around my finger till the tip bled
ships sped around my room on the wallpaper
gloomy clouds pushed through my screen and vapor floated around me
I tongued my teeth to see if they were there
I was completely numb and happy as a bear

Everyone's asleep
I can make food when I get home
and sprawl into my bed alone
and try to keep my head in a good place
face it
I've been wandering the streets
I've been wandering
it's not a cold dead world
it's just a cold dead world when we're blue
I refuse to admit that I should just quit
because the way I live my life is something right
it's something I can hold on to
can you hold on too?

holding my head as I jump as high as the ground
I'm falling, as high as the clouds
so, fly away with me
I'll take you around
we'll race for the mornings end
the summer comes and we
try for what's left of this dream
I'm calling you back to say
"I love you" to fix my mistakes
some say we can't live life without any faith
pride for the roads that we take
pick me up, let me in
I feel so out of place
I feel like I'm ready to go
Oh, and it's just like you
to act like you don't even care
Oh, and it's just like me
to go home in this state
you can break yourself away, do it all alone.
and they won't know
and you can thank your dad and God that you've got a home
it's somewhere to go

too real to have voice
too secondhand to have choice
and everyone I know is truly lost
and I cry for you
lift up your voice
no. you bite your tongue
gifted a choice
so, you up and run away
away.

It's too real to talk about
and I'm sorry
I cried for myself
until it stopped

I feel less than here
it's all my fault
surely I was meant to fall
into this dark
where I can't stand
pick me up
and hold my hand

I listen carefully through the wall
to people making love in the room next to me
or at least it sounds like *** to me
hmmm

your toes painted blue
a light sky hue. a whisper to me
tears roll hot down my cheek
your hair's falling out love
I'm gonna miss you when you die

Why do I get so attached
someone attacked my feelings with a baseball bat
yet to her, I stay latched
stuck like a turtle on its back

I've been picturing your face
it comes and goes all day
I hope that you do that too
edeth piaf singing sweet
it takes away my grief
and then I float, a ways
down.
come home darling. I'm alone
my heart, it will never roam
I'll sing to you when you come
back
I've been desperate
to hear your voice, my love
but if I was gifted the choice
I'd take your breath far away
Oh,
hold me tightly when you're here
sweet darling, please do not fear
till then I'm fine on the shelf
and,
your love, if it fades away
I hope when you see my face
you remember and hold me
forevermore

toaster strudel makes me doodle
eggo waffles feed my poodle
sriracha  hot sauce makes my gut toss
taco salad tastes like farts.
smarty thinkers with big wieners
clear the way for bathroom cleaners
dangerous pokemon in the sky
teach me things like how to fly
supple ******* against my chest
your ****** is hard and so are the rest
eat this pear
munch with care
put those shorts on
watch me stare
take a bath in tasty grease  
my wiener is small to say the least
now let's race inside this tub
we'll see who get's out first
should we get out?

"Ribbet"

Adam Zambataro
carving arrow heads of bedrock
wearing red socks and a red hat to match
a thin stache above his lip
he sips his beer
staying clear of any wack conversation
says "it lacks demonstration of good character"
doesn't care her **** are big
or that she digs similar tunes
50's crooners. He lights a 27
parties are fun and all, but bed will be heaven
a tired face, and a spent look in his eyes
he makes his decision without compromise
he puts on his jacket and makes his way home
a quiet cold walk where he can finally be alone

I smack babies with my wrist watch
**** washers in the backseat
mad talk about battle broads and coke hogs
I'm outside of town
out of coke. out of **** smoke
I binge on some coffee grounds my girl found between the seats
our sheets soak in blood behind the back seat
there's mud between my teeth.
my mothers grief, it cannot phase me
I'm lazy
I'm drunk
I'm going 90 and I can't see
but, there's people all around me
shouting things
I wring my socks out in the mouths
of all the people ******* in our car
I start to say "you're welcome"  but I can't help but be distracted
by the Spanish girl in the middle
jaw unhinged and dripping spittle
she says "come a little closer"
I say "Jesus, take the wheel"
I stretch up close and smell her teeth
we close our eyes and start to breathe each others  breath
I read her mind
she'd like to slice me like the swine she thinks I am
but I'm just glad
that I have cigarettes to burn her with
we'll happily take our turns with her
then we'll ditch her on some curb without a note

lol me too

I'm on a few days sleep
I'm barely dying
I'm almost hot
I'm kind of not here
I'm actually very sick
I'm outside of feeling things
I'm swearing I'm ok
I'm spitting up blood

I taste card board
hard board tastes like wood
I should make paste out of pencils and paper and erase my epiglottis
or draw a rhinoceros inside my intestines
they're infested with contestants and riddled with parasites
I would dare to bite a pear
but I can't bear to see my body be healthy
spare me your condolences

lick my face
toothpaste drips down my chin
my head is spinnin
squeeze my cheeks and kiss my teeth
you're the reason that they're clean
spit that mouthwash into me
so I can gargle minty sweet
It burns like **** but it kills all germs
I'll use the floss when it's not your turn
Final step: a glass of water
No more candy aaron carter
should we sleep or should we play?
I'll be the predator. you're the prey
we'll fuse our bodies like we're clay
nahhh forget it. not today
I'm *******  tired

I still can't sleep
but   I keep everything I need inside my room
I have some food to eat
and I'm surrounded by neat old jars for me to *** in
bad air seeps in
slowly creeping
I board the windows
and tightly saran wrap every seam
and duct tape over every vent
and jam some towels in between
my only door and wooden floor
and now it's me, and only me
secluded air is all I breath
and all that's left is my own scent
a heavy stench of human being
now I rest
I end up dreaming   I'm asleep
but things start seeming sort of fake
and then I wake, but not at home
I'm still alone, but things are different
If I shift it
to my room
will all this dreaming still resume?
I'd rather board this place instead
create some safe air for this bed
it isn't home, but that's ok
perhaps in this place I can stay
and stay awake

Blitzin and sittin. I'm fixin on doin it in.
I
grin. I sin. I'm ****** spinnin track verses
Round house Shreq four
Poe lease store.
a ***** was like " yo.. do me".   And I'm like "uhhh..
No"

****** friends like you do
second best like you do
with your chest
brand new. Sticky bamboo.
Biggie bad panda. Panthers
up in the trees. Sticken up for the breeze
It’s a reason to be.

Bees. Bark on the trees. Back on your knees.
Back up the beat. pack up the treats.Sack up
and Beg me please
Ashamed, I'm
aimlessly aiming. Amazing. I'm feeling. A bit condescending
You like what you see?  well you might be a freak, and you
might want to seek out
a new conversation.
leads to persuasion.
Invasion of ants.
Dance Lance Vance
Rant can't pant like a dog...

No.
I break up into pieces. Piece it together
and whether or not
you spot the spot.
admit you're not a lot
yeah
your not that spacey boy astronaut.  
an anomaly
anonymously
leaking elixir
fixity fixer. Mr. mix **** salad  tell me What did you say?
That’s what I thought

mad women
a map of the bad criminals
zappin  a fat cinnamon
glass of that old pinnacle
****

a bit bare
with the wrath of a bear scaring
a dastardly dog carrying
amethyst
conglomerated

rated R, bar none
acupuncturing
gun smoke
a melatonin, ****, and a biscuit a piece

PC piper
cold cuts off a limb with a knife
fat cashing master bait
tackle, and jelly to bite

preserving space jam
hat with a jacket to match
tacked up photos of Bruce Lee
and Bruce Wayne

Wayne manor
I'd rather explain
rather be happy to pay
Dad for a crappier day.
I'm fixed soaking tooth aches
in bisquick and **** top
dollar for your  ****-talking hash tags
salad tossing apparatus

armature on a radical man grinning
as actual as furniture
wrappin a broke limb
in factory. smoke fillin in
***** and dope denim men

necessary feminist hair

I’m not  prepared for a cob salad
sort of like a bad
hairdo. A new
piece
to the paper blue noise
in a focal view

high-rise
cellophane shoes
****** do don't

don't be a ****** man
scaring kids
serenading scarecrows

sacrifice satin like
ice
nice
maybe I can make a mean price
bright
I can be content
I can be a sunny side egg
dent on an awful guys Bentley
friendly

I can shoot ****
with the bad boys
sad boys
corduroy jeans  
and an opal headed ring
See?
I can make tea and teeth
and *** in my moms bed
dead to the world
I'm a girl
no I'm not
I’m
looking for
***** up at the scene of the crime
Ive got
sixteen dollars and a pile of dimes

up in my head
ache up in my
head like a weathered old *****
I've got
super college knowledge
I apologize

Mixed up. looking for causes
cause it saws
it claws it paws at my
internal thoughts
and it aught to be critical
Literal lists of fits and fists
cynical. physically
ready to be open
I'm hoping
I can be
anything
but everything that I see
is everything but anything

I'm rendering a catchphrase
two one two
your boys are blue
scratch that
toys and attitudes

a Malibu Ken doll
bent on Adderall
and anyhow
I meant to vent
I'm not spent
I'm just saying

a mystical collaboration
in a nation of amazing amateurs
enamel on the alley chairs

open
flies up
ties for guys
and I'm
coping
exchange these
lies for lies in this
city-like town-like space
like wow like
How the heck are ya  mon? It's football now
no  it's

Nerf
or  nothin
It's a bagel shaped muffin
It's a ladle worth touchin if you think its worth ****** with

thick
like an out of body
hand to god
I manned up
on a melancholy
ample sod

I manned up

A knock at your door
is it not
what your looking for?
looking for
skeleton skin cells

innocence
settin up
basement call down
I'm all out of instinct
pigs stink
sippin up
drinks and

trippin on
life and words
and birds fly
in the most high
mostly

I could think
things like
open toad shoes
and open frogs too
and I'm cookin up stew
Like a mad man
****

cats cats
big  ***  application  and or  allegation
not me and not on my face
My face is what?
blue blue blue. spewing straws fewer and fewer
I move like liquid down a leg
lick em

Rain
like quiet beats for me
and oh it beats like you when you were honest
saving time for open waste of space in this original
setting
or at least in this case
a fixed scenario of a man acting like a child could help
better explain the point
and perhaps reveal why it even made a bit of sense
the first time around
without ruling out all the moments that lead up to
this second
this week
and this year
because without whatever it is that made us understand
the severity of what's in motion
we might not have been here for any other reason
than to just be

banana skin salad in
artificial lemonade
peacocks salivating
mushy rooms belly aching

Oreos are okie dokie
ocean breezes open up me
analyzing any eyes
evaluating coffee grinds
a manifesting apple in me
apple in the Snapple leaking

sticky salamander fingers
static on a broken speaker
attics over broken theaters
salmon eating taco teachers
teaching choco taco preachers
preaching at Chicago creatures

opal rings and oval things
are focusing on yodeling
a social need for opening
in total global offerings

and in a soup or telephonic
happiness in playing sonic
gently speaking thick Ebonics
sickly tonic
Let's be honest,  boys

how could it be
sharing this and I like it
you like the way I say "nice"
speaking in short sentences
about things that I like
slash love and you're one of them
messed up on all of this
feel good atmosphere