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Way down yonder in the paw-paw patch
Bang in the first measure
Came the congenital seizure
Skewing the first invention from scratch.
The campfire skied its sparks
Into the ghost-ridden void,
The skittish tchotchkes
Of paradox and entropy
Quirks and tics as dumb as bricks
Until a headstrong mongoloid
Started groping for rhythm
In the quavering spasms.
Oh, but it was a jawdropper
A bang-up tour-de-force
A horrorshow time-warper
Of Luke and Kirk and spice,
The good apple ran the table
Till the old goat hacked the matrix
And the young hawks did their mind-tricks
Of a tessellated cat’s cradle...
And paparazzi made the odyssey
From planets Claire to Z
To dish how cosmic *******
Trysted protomolecule
As the major ghosted ground control...
In all, a very large array
Of bingeworthy groundhog days.
Lukewarm confabulation
Of the smoking embers
From the essential tremor
Ceaseless oscillation
Between good cop and bad copper.
And the girl scouts chorus
With cheeks full of S’mores
“For all of your fables
Of hobbits and hubbles
And sabering at windmills
You will never untie the volition
Riddled into the convulsion,
Nor how the campfire kindles
Nor be one of us.
You will always ***** the pooch
Halfway to the paw-paw patch.”
Nurse Dipso-Etheromaniac
And Dr. Thorazine-Brainiac
Shoved their two-part invention
Cold turkey into the clockworks,
Cleft lip
Fetal eyes
Flipper-fingered
Riddled with the shakes
Cold-shouldered him to another dimension
Where muggles punk ETs,
And their whiskey wizards
Serve up mock elixirs
Not some hair of the dog to undistemper
The secondhand DTs,
His doggo superpower.
Bill Grogan’s goat
(Bam bam bam bam!)
Was feeling frisky
(Bam bam bam BAM!)
Chased three red skirts
Across the galaxy...
“I knew you were one of the ***** boys
But why do your hands shake like that?
They flipper and gibbet all over the keys”
The sour-smelling teacher spat.
And the mean girls echoed
With tongues of acid
“See how they lurch and squirm!
You will never get to the paw-paw patch
You will never find dear little Susie
She will never teach you to hulu
And you will never two-step
With dear old Johnny
With fists of wiggle worms.”
He touched off the fireworks
Torching all your pomp and cirque
In some skullduggery
Of **** and villainy.
I, Dropout
Outcast
Clonetrooper
Mutineer
Hitched a ride north of the watchtower
Where imperial walkers with hooves of ice
Stomped the land flat, and late-blooming
Summer never shakes the phantom menace
Of the winter that is always coming.
Somewhere in the interstellar distances
Of Kantian prairie perturbed by auroras
Like those night-blooming skyflowers
I glimmered back into existence.
I drank with wildings dropped with the dead
And vaped the contrails of the mad rocketeers
(Kid Rambo, Def Louie, Jedi Freddy and Manny
Steampunk Sal and Wig Out Johnny)
But never found sweeter ******
Than the next bridge to burn.
I, callow flamethrower
Of Shiva, the destroyer.
Marshall Gunpowder Jehoshaphat Miller
The bad apple of the force
Hatchet-faced and porkpied
Dead by ****** suicide
Born again old-schooler,
Packing halitosis
From ossified canon
Skywalked me down.
Gospeled me like Luke
And knee-capped me with a curse
Shame; the oldest mind-trick in the book.
I served out my prodigality
In Ludovico therapy
Which for a half-life, somewhat took.
Headlong into retrograde
I crashed the zero-sum arcade
Fed a quarter into the supercollider
And with some crazy tic of the wrist
Spooked the ***** trajectory
So it champagne supernovaed
And spat out the shabby ghost
Of a birthright lottery.
Thirteen golden statues.
But as the digits flipped
And the mission crept
As it does to one and all
Faster than a cannonball
I flashed back to renegade.
And the made girls chorused,
With cheeks full of Botox,
From their partial-view suites
And partner-track perks
Of bottomless cups
Of shut the **** up,
“You nearly made the grade, you!
But then you had to mouth off job-hop Hulk
Out, which finally betrayed you.
Now Security Guard Miller
Will escort you off the premises
For a reckoning with your nemesis
Regret, the silent killer.”
True, for a season I was a bluepilled moon
Marooned with space junk
And cypherpunk
Doomscrollers
Of deadend might-have beens,
Like the lunar sonata’s
Primal whisper of futility,
Until it tripolars
Into ultraviolent agitato
And hits escape velocity
Now loosed from orbit of the Goldilocks planet
I tumble through space in dumbstruck rapture
Of hurricaned stars and thundercloud nebula
I tremble in the thousand-parsec stare
Of the headless horde of dark riders
That stampede the stony hobbits,
Through the looking-glass of lightyears past
I see monstrous galaxies in ungainly copulation
Blushing Hiroshimas of atrocious release
And multi-sunned planets where misbegotten
Beings shudder into self-consciousness,
While I drift toward the event horizon
To be gobbled into the enigma
With a little gasp of gamma
Hammerstricken wires frisson.
Where the eleventh measure of the first invention
Counterclockwise corkscrews
Way down yonder in the paw-paw patch,
After a very long array of groundhog days
My skeleton crew bunch into alignment
Like that hunch of spooky entanglement
Or just possibly like that eternal dissonance
Quelled by a quanta of true arrogance,
In a clockwork grotto
Grows a chrysalis F-sharp
Where fingers at last Goldilock
Into queasy equilibrium,
To my dumb surprise
The dark sac butterflies
And there is Susie
A little tipsy
On hard compatibilism,
With hips of pulsars
And hands of auroras
She hulus like the time warp
Not spasm without rhythm
But otherworldly vibrato.
Oct 31, 2024
Oct 31, 2024 at 4:04 PM UTC
Violets in my hair
Whiskey on my breath
Neon letters scrawled across my porcelain chest
Heaven looks so far away
That which makes me envision
Also steals my youth
Like an ancient smoke cloud thieves the mood
In one small stroke
Of my feathered ink pen
I could sign away the future
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 9:15 PM UTC
I have no perspective, I
bring nothing new.
I absorb everything, I
am pressed to consume.
I consume. They press me,
to consume me, to imbibe,
to savor the flavor of
the fruits to their labor.
I'm impressed you haven't
yet guessed my game correctly.
(. . .rebranding. . .)
I'm impressed you haven't
yet guessed my game.
If I'm alive, then we're ******
If I die, then you're ******
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 11:41 PM UTC
There she rests,
better yet,
her life's leaking.
She, the broken winged
being of a chemical bath,
never meant
to last long,
ponders her past when
violet light spears out of the black
night in a radial burst, orbs
of blue, white, and pink,
dance in collusion,
and calls her, as she's called to doom,
so many before her.
Within the oval shape casting there,
she beheld blood somewhere else,
pumping through gates,
coursing through veins.
With a muster of her final strength,
she fell from the rock and into the waters.
Pulling and pulling,
closer and closer.
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 10:55 PM UTC
As I got to the dietitian
I go through a summer
Forest
Full of oranges
Then
As I get caught
In the forest
A lady with oranges in her hair
Comes
Gives me an orange
And says.
“This may help you!”
Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 6:07 PM UTC
Revolving in an orbit of thoughts
Magnetic attraction more towards the nucleus of ambience
And when revolved in outer orbit
Magnetic affinity grip loses ...
Relax
Enjoy the sinusoidal flow and accumulation
In the between the extremes...of nucleus ambience
Otherwise in extremes...
Extreme norms and normlessness...
Will turns sometimes to extreme depression...
And sometimes extreme excitement...
....
Chill and relax...
Variation of variables
Differ to different textures and locations
Many factors influences our mood
And thought process plotted
Independently
May varies
...
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 9:32 AM UTC
What do you want me to do about it? You're acting like, like we can't
do anything about this, Nandu. Like you're, I mean you're acting like,
this is my fault, here. What was I supposed to do? I mean, I had no way
of knowing, man. Oh **** might have to shok this guy who's ****** little
kids -- wait a sec, better not say anything about ReFresh water! I mean, what the ****
I am blaming you because that was the worst joke I've heard.
In how long, ever?
In a long time.
Look, I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry. But this is not my fault. We should fight this.
They're doing what they're doing. If you do something like this again, I'm firing you.
You're not gonna fire me.
How do you know that?
You're not gonna fire me because, people make mistakes. And you know that.
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 4:26 AM UTC
The sun shines today.. No clouds, blue sky ocean above.. The day is wonderful.. And I am happy to begin it.. I never really knew how beautiful the day was to my eyes and soul.. I feel ashamed that we stole it long long ago.. Last night a mistake was made, or at least I think it was. Perhaps it is part of the bigger plan, maybe I was meant to find out for a reason. But it could simply mean I saw what I saw for a reason or by chance.. I question that because they or we have been to careful for so long.. The invasion happen long long ago.. I know that now because of what we are becoming and because of what I saw..
There was someone here before us. This beautiful blue blaze that shines from afar that we call Earth did not belong to us.. You see we were the invaders.. Humans. We took this beautiful day from someone else's eyes and soul.. We had to believe that we were from here.. We had to somehow think that we never came from the stars.. It is built in our D.N.A to one day leave this place and invade another world and start this cycle all over again.. Thosands of worlds have been invaded by us..
What I saw that brought me to this revelation was one who was here before us.. She told me and explained to me what we truly are.. She told me what we have forgotten about ourselves!
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 12:19 PM UTC