go to sleep go to sleep when you wake up it won’t be better but it won’t be any worse either
follow the straight line it’ll lead you right to your grave,
strangers may put flowers there
don’t just lay there
go to sleep
go to sleep

Incense breath, cardboard hearts.

Your veins leak blueberries

I can taste them in my sleep.

closure feels more like i can go on without you, i’m glad i met you, however an emptiness drenched in self-regret will always remain

distract yourself with fluorescent lights while learning about western religions

maybe i can become cynical and forget your name

i’ll think about Moses and stare at fire extinguishers until i am reborn,

*sane

accompanying the sidewalk back home
a long dark road
my worries are trapped inside the moon
and he smiles at me

i don't want my poems to be titled untitled

The sun: God's Eye
the Stars: god's Pimples
The earth: God's Heart
the Water: god's Blood

you'd think we'd treat it well.
*i guess we're all atheists

have you ever answered the phone and realized it was never ringing?
i'm singing a song nobody else is singing

i can ******* blood
i'm not even bleeding

i saw the body of christ while was watching ****
//
i guess everybody sins

i saw lil wayne in a dream
he told me i wasn't a human being either

i saw kurt cobain on an acid trip
it really was suicide

i saw terence mckenna when i smoked dmt
he said "nevermind, the self transforming machine elves were never real."

i pledge of al·le·giance
to the corporate slaves of China
for putting together the parts of my
iphone

i watched reality TV and decided i wasn't real

i've always wanted to bang Jesus
but heaven seems too far away
heard it takes 66 days
and he shoots you when you reach the gate
there isn't even a key

mentality is just a part of your imagination  
god was insane too
and look what he created

life*
the permanent primal scream
a terrible ******* dream
i see the flowers
but i can only feel the rain

too many of us out there are sane
too many of us here are (in)sane

i was microwaved
i've fallen down a deep bottomless cave
they don't think i'll be able to get out
i don't think i'll be able to get out
i don't think i want to get out

"money doesn't talk, it swears"
bob you've just done too much acid
i've seen money talk
i've seen the gods plots
if every day is a miracle you are probably about to rot
if everything is going your way, it's about to take a turn into a dark lot
park
stay
feel like you've been driving around for days
money doesn't talk, it prays

walkin on a tightrope
a high tower between body and brain
tumbling
slipping
i'm tipping toward insanity

my brain!
i can't even feel my brain
dazed and delusional

i don't feel constitutional
just really ******* high

metaphors lack answers and so do i

my head feels like a washing machine

my body feels like a dryer

repeat

young love disgusts me

like an infected cow’s mammary gland

your milk is full of antibiotics and ****

you drink it

you like it, want more of it

it wants more of you

but it’s really just making you sick

although nobody really tells you that

you just drink the milk, easily satisfied

until it makes your way through the digestive tract and destroys your newly infected insides

my aunt was a wiccan

with a sheep farm

i was the shepherd, leading the flock

until my small body couldn’t run anymore.

she knit me black wool socks

that i never wore. they made me itch.

i just put them on my shelf and stared at them

feeling bad that somebody put all that time and effort into a kind deed for me

for nothing.

she died on christmas eve of an aneurysm.

i didn’t cry

i just sat at the table

and wondered where she went

i hate this part

of me

so full of rage

anger

distaste

looking at the non-existant children

playing on the street

smiling

laughing

care-free

makes me sick

quickly

and surely

we’re destroying our world,

ourselves,

the children of the future,

our ****** society.

we don’t learn,

we take in mindless information

digest it, unsettling,

***** it all up

just like when we were infants

being spoon sped that **** they sell at supermarkets

GERBERS BABY FOOD, AVAILABLE IN METAL CANS

not sure of my purpose here

is it possible i am only here to pop pills and drink beer ?

pop pills

drink beer

pop pills

and drink

beer

A swivel of satisfaction
Staring through the windowpane of eternity

Envious eloquence

Cheap wine
Cold nights

Another minute, another hour
Another you, another me

Latitudes of love
Longitudes of hate

Past passions
Futuristic fatigues

That
is what makes up

You and me

No
Not Crazy
Just stone cold.

No

Not stone cold.
Just too hot.

No

Not too hot
Just getting too old.

No

Yes

Maybe

Maybe
I’m just
a little bit crazy.

Demeaning delusions
Hostile hatred

A little crazy.

No

Too many vows
Too much shame

Too many cars
Taking up too many lanes.

Not crazy
Not bad
Not evil;

Just full on insane.

body