#subculture
Pretext, reason — short wire season,
Coke cans, cigarettes — lollipop wraps,
Numbers, thoughts — sour cola rots,
Tailspin, axe — GoPro mount tracks,
Sweaty, tight — the frame is in sight!
Rag, hat — chilly slippers where I'm at,
Almost, take note — reread what I wrote,
Struggling, take on, shooting, comedown.
Chaos, cheap rug — total arthouse.
May 27
May 27, 2026 at 9:34 AM UTC
What is goth
But certainly not Machiavellian
Narcissist nor psychopathic
But yet it is the creative
Unique
And beautiful
Think about that
Before you judge a book by its cover
Dec 14, 2024
Dec 14, 2024 at 7:20 PM UTC
Drown and bask in the sunlight
Forward unto God
He is sinful
Made for the weak man
He is a cancer
Disgusting scorn of prudent woe
Always showing up
Like "BurgerKing"
Uninvited, not liked
Boring and yet sublime
Where does the confusion end?
Does it include a "Happy Meal"
Pop culture is tiresome
Tripping and stepping into territory
That is unknown, yet still familiar
Why can't it end?
The division and condemnation
Condensed to pitiful morality
Each case moronic
In design and fashion
Seeking an identity
Plotting to overthrow
The status quo
Implanting the negative flow
Stereo is doomed
Electronic in psychology
Dead to the depth
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 12:06 AM UTC
Snarl of blood and antiseptic
Glint off needles,
Buzz of a drill
I hover in the doorway
Anxious, uncertain
Marked faces, legs, arms
Metallic attachments
Shaved off hair
I stick out
Pure, untouched
Wave of tossing heads
Vibrations uplift
Strangers unified
I am alive
Filled, electrified.
He blends life into still forms
An exchange: green for a frame of darkness
And,
Other worldly as it may seem,
This
Is where he fits
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 6:57 PM UTC
Temporary Shelter
It is such a comfy bed
that little nest on the floor
More than I have had
It includes a lock and door
Temporary Shelter
Feet cracked and soiled
Shoes old and worn
been walking this same pathway
since the day I was born
Temporary Shelter
They always smile
before we say goodbye
toting good intentions
making me gunshy
Temporary Shelter
From underneath the trees
my skylight was the moon
yet I kept on praying
we would get home soon
Temporary Shelter
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC