my oh my
Why do die?
I dip. I dive.I'm feeble minded.
I ride along trees
Sheryl Crow. Abuse
a list of rhetorical questions
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
I *** in the shower

tickling tape worms living in ape arms
squiggly shapes getting fat like grapes and
traveling in veins like a gutter swallows rain
like an utter in pain painting pitchers so milky white
tight like an overstuffed mite
bee or  egg infested
ceiling unappealing
but
crack is revealing my
inner thoughts
statutory holocaust
saturated oil spots
aggravated foil plots
plotting for a battle

Lips, I am seeing them
In my head. I'm swimming in this
inner resting colors .blues and greens
a pillow squeezed between my hands and face it
places will be able to be possible
I'm not so full. I'm operating
out of key, but balancing
between the rests
beneath my chest
a bleeding beating thumper thing
four in at best
a stable test
tickle my neck with teeth a tongue
I'm young except I'm almost not
but  fun to some that know me best
believe, the rest
they think I'm crazy
crazy thoughts
and misbehaving ways
the way I want to be
the haunting things are passing
tasks are done and tasks will come on
let it be
relieve the stress
unleash the rest and let life be
aware of fear, but distant
fixate on what  makes us different
dictate self control
your mind is beauty
full of light

I think things like "weigh my belt"
That weight dowth felt thy girly wirly smell
hand made
sew maid for two plums pie
I cry I cry I almost pass away
way to the future down
down to below. Oh
how can I
be so
naïve before the summer glow
a basement bash of feet below
below a hazard haggard waist

wasted on the belt loop of his father
a potter
plain before your very eyes
a seismic ray of disbelief
a cobble stone of sticks and leaves.

No
I could be a sailor man
and I could eat things from a can
and inching toward a rubber band
Damsels in distress
they're not impressed by you
or shallow deeds
deeds begin to play
beneath my skin and things that float away
and inching toward the silos of
a tribal super plane
a racecar a racecar
I'm ******* erasing it  all

been here before
Before and I stored things before things went back
black as night I fight to prove something profound
astounded I found that there's not much to it all
all it is, is words and thoughts
caught up In the details of whys and whens
when really if I defend none of it
I end up tending to the voice that will speak the truth
truth is I knew it
truth is I threw it away for comfort and pleasure
pleasure fills me to the rim
it overflows till I have to swim
but the weight of my conscience brings me down
I fight my own sight and inevitably drown
I found comfort in death
my egos gone and all that's left is me
I'm real   I'm blessed
I cup the rest in my foreign hands
I cannot stand the hate
it makes me question my own fate
While *** and drugs come back to play
I desperately shake back to what was I doing?
I must have been lost from whatever the **** was brewing
soon I'm shooing away the evils  of this life
absorbing happy things like lovey dovey  things
no shame in it all. It sings so loud
there is beauty in every spec
and I'm proud that I can see it all

Why do I dine in a twisted up mind
Kind of like a spine
it twists it bends it turns all night
Tired I perspire
weary joints after a days work
I'm working out these muscles
The sands of time are falling down around me
I don't mind
I fright that I might in a few months time

quarter tunes and squirt bottle bafoons
fooling loons out of cash money bank statements
complacent in textile original files
factual ***** in their feather capped heads
circumcising oatmeal kids. Picture this,
bits of fish in outer, not inner, space.
Dr. men manipulating through card tricks
leading to their pent house, fenced out from fresh air.
Nocturnal ****** pressured into dieting
shedding their skin and coughing up black sticky debris
recently I've found more comfort in scolding hot teas
then in eargasm speed dating or mango flavored cough drops
office cops crop pictures of rundown Puerto Rican shops
sloppy kissing gets me wishing for brass buttoned bell
bottoms
televised ****** questions. Sectioned off sidewalks
body shaped chalk talks for motherless kids to gawk at
steeples crease the clouds spreading rapid growth of ingrown
hairs
I pair myself against bears that tear me limb from limb
I'm figuring on pinning up accomplishments
on the egg white walls of my first apartment.
tarped floors and fluorescent glowing ceiling tiles
riled  up mice relentlessly fussing with nests throughout
the night
typing taxidermists chat next door
I'm more ashamed of my basement floor

Disaster strikes and masters rake
hot coals against my back neck
masters of *** say what's best
attackers test the minds
of everyone that wasn't attacked,
but heard about it from the news,
or a friend, or something like that
I claim that it's Wack, but
I cower though because
I empathize with the twisted ones
They run with guns and come from
rundown households but
they hold the key to the future
and if we don't help the more than few
that are lost, then we are lost
it costs our humanity when we
walk past the insanity  and sleep
in our comfy beds. our heads feel clear
beneath our solid venires. I peer
through the eyes of these lies and
the sadness is that I see the real happiness

penny pocketed pencil pushers
mutton chopped smash mouthers
salad tossers and *** washers
tangible tap dancers dancing
tea timing tofu fools spooling threads
dead men walk fed up with funeral talk
experimental drug takers bathe them
Meat cleaving beefeaters teach their kids to chop down
cedar
cockroach feeders jot down things
crossing their eyes they dot their T's
tea drinking spider creatures fight for meals
lightning buggers squeal
lighting up bellys and sharp teeth with a surreal glow
God knows I'm only trying to brown my nose
though, by ironing my clothes
it should only show that my clothes are ironed
My foes are inspired
and my friends are tired from all the walking
we go on, talking
and joke about the things that we saw

**** fists and twisted wrist ticklers
spitting witch hunting cow wranglers
power ranger danger squad
cod chewing confused cows
abused by masses of cattle prods
****** steak chewers refuse to pay
claiming they know how good steak should taste
steak paste stays caked around their lips
their face stays fixed on whatever **** they wish
our riches erase our minds
turning us into unkind swine
crimes against humanity
shine on a big screens
part of everyday reality
pigs squeal and cows moo
simple beasts compared to you
but look in the eyes of the beast that cries
and try to believe the lie
that we have earned the right to take life as we please
it's just a belief, but it spreads like disease

It rattles my bones
far from any place considered home
literally alone sitting patiently
facing these hallowed out trees in a cold breeze
a crippled bee wallows on the ground
I found some meat for it to eat
and a stone to help breach it from the sandy madness
sadness takes me as the bee falls back over
a colder breeze chills me
It kills me to see the struggle and stress
fighting without resting.
Accepting its fate I walk away
and contemplate my own last day
everything will living will die
No matter how hard we try to fight
and it might not sound that great
but  I'll wait for that moment
when I know it's all ok

Red tubes ***** up the few who choose to be blue
they use shoe glue
to fuse the souls of their shoes back together
the weather channel channels
whether or not we can handle the weather
it's all for the better
I compare myself to a rusty faucet
I'm lost yet I've found all new meanings
I'm still feigning for a cigarette
but I figure, best be cautious with my desires
I perspire working for hours
looking forward to a shower
followed by devouring my pillow
with the back of my tired *** head

Lemons are yellow
I catch the eye of a passerby and my body feels like jello
I say hello and then they are gone
like a beautiful fawn they run away
if only they had stayed, I have so much to say
but perhaps I will see them again someday
but this is for you, whoever you are
I wrote you this poem and it's straight from the heart

Gotta have my pops.
Gotta big o'l pretzel.
Gotta sit soon.
Soon I will be  *******.   Soon I will.
Will I be soon?
****  ****  ****.
Where's the ****?
Go home man. Go the hell home.
Hell, I'm home. Now? Now what?
Yeah... Let's figure it out. ok?
(Puke)
Let it out man... Nahhh. Don't do that unless you're ready.
pshhh. I'm not sure what you're trying to say, but let's do
it again. (puke....puke puke puke.)  
Nice nice. Ice that.
That what? Whaaaaaaat?
Don't worry about it mannnnn. It's allllllllll goooood. Good
to me. Good to you. (puke)

oh lady oh lady
Me sew so shady
like Buns on hons and guns for fun.
For I
I too have got the runs.
and
as I run
nocturnally internally
Big boys bagged me
carefully gently.
Make a mean salad
Devote no teeth but,
Take a meat salad
and share it with a friend.
<3

Jim socks and honestly
I bet
a bigger better bag
of eat
and oh maybe
I'll say excuse me
tonight
a la mode
and or load in the shorts
so the courts find me guilty
I'm filthy.
I'm famous for ****.
**** me off
**** my hands
send me off
like a band of behemoths.
A squeamish man is-not-a-man
or a mammal
malice towards a camel
lake ocean
and babbling brook
Anne Frank handled it well
Academically
Flu epidemic. Lee
Harvey Oswald. Waldo
Donde estas?
Where's your dad?
Is he happy?
For you I'll adaptively choose to be tactical
Lisa is moaning
for you.

Give me frogs.
I'm a sailor seeing sails over salty dogs.
I'm sober.
I'm awake.
I'm a weight?
Emma wait! Before you go...
or you sew,
or you mow your post pubescent lawn

Lick lops with your friends
Lock up your dad
and lick a broken pen.

Take it to me easy.
Baby say
"me ******" um

Make a better sea. Sing.
Sail me.
Safely
breezy

Listen to me dare I say?
See, I say, see things in my way.
Be as old as mold and owe one to me
for I say "see?" as I say things like
Oh, and Me, and Open me
like ham or no.. Is ham a meat?
Am I a meat? May I be eaten?
In my head, it's you I'm meeting.
So,
am I so cool?
You say I am.
So what?
You say so but
I say
I think I'm making babies.
Maybe make me tasty rabies.
Rabies make me hasty ladies.
Ladies make me paste for free
(;

A fall of race on yellow pages
I've got no habitat or season to exist
but, a hideaway lies somewhere south
Where I can slink away and shut my mouth
and if I think of something else I'll let you know

It's a picture stolen from my sleep
where the air warm and space is cheap
and the faculty are all supervised.
It's made from grit and sand
It's small enough to hold in your hand.
Imagine all the things that never end

I hide my face on other days because I find it fun
It separates old and gray
The perfect time to lose your mind
is when you know you're out and you still have a chance

The diaries of all their sons
held something that was frowned upon
a heavy taste of grime
because the youth was lost before it had name
no one laughed we felt ashamed
It was too soon to say

When the metal came alive
You came around
As I gathered up my few things
I fell apart

Hold yourself together now

Every day I wait I think of all the things I used to say
and how my folks are getting older by the hour
I'm waiting for the day you prove
that you're back to yourself again

When the metal came alive
You came around
As I gathered up my few things
I fell apart
and a new day started
Troops came flooding in
and you, a guardian actress, had a reason to abuse myself
Well, I said that I wasn't ready
Who are you to say, "I think I'll run away"?

True love
We'll fall on our ******* faces

Rain made quite the anchored boy
underneath laid out the things he never could avoid

Today
is it half the same?
Why bother looking up?
They'll probably just give it away.
Today
am I half the same?
I think this thing
is probably not going away.

I could make it all up
and no one would even know the difference
and I could mess things up
and know that everything's gonna be fine
someday..

If only it could change in someway..
Someday

It seems lately he's been acting out
ok.. We'll raise the dose.
It's a little messed up. I know

To say
to a kid that's eight
"what's wrong with you? Why the hell do you act that way?"
To say
at the age of eight
"I'm sorry everyone, I probably didn't take it today".

If only I could change
Someday

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
or 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 even know

and you can thank your Dad and God
that you've got a home
it's somewhere
to go

this is not a poem

I played the game
just about as long as I could
I take a deep breath
drop hope as you would
Are you ready for this open night? Realize.
Sunsets, streetlights, and sun glazed eyes.

And it sits against the wall
waiting in anticipation
This is not the day for this
I know
and it won't ever be.

Do you believe in your bed?
or would it leave you too sad?
Apart from: lame things, telling scenes from dreams, and
pain, and shame, and everything I guess..
All aside
Do you believe you're down?
That you're too old?

So,Give everything away that matters
and everything that makes you sad.
Wake up.

Small words
We're too high
Misshaped sound waves
Too low
I could steal
Yes
I could steal the things I need
If it get's me there, then it gets me there
and that's that