"expandable" poems
flying laser concept
shooting down airplane
flashlights for cops
getting dissacsciative
instantly distroying
dazers on your car
weird sound things
warning warning
hit the brakes
it's not a deer
good ****
have you ever seen him?
Star wars kid?
The good 'ol days.
Before there was any kind of like...
I bet he's huge.
There he is.
**** can happen.
Expandable pole.
Destructive laser.
All talk, no walk.
Death rays.
Forget my blowtorch.
Let there be fire.
Let it rain.
Targeting him.
That's stupid.
**** this spider.
Did he?
Huge ******* spider.
Brightest spotlight ever.
Can't escape it.
Pretty good shot.
It's gonna die.
Choke it out.
Go to the end.
Sad.
**** a dog.
Hot in here.
People like motherhood.
Is that a ferret?
Don't drip on me.
Pennies on the floor.
Are you jealous?
I had a bad case.
Gotta get rockin'.
Something we both like.
Look at Harold.
I might be goin' down.
I've been goin' down.
People do the work.
Enable it.
Consume battery.
Bring it to a nine.
Should be easy.
Catchy and fitted.
Going viral.
Pyramid scheme.
I'm on the top.
The fastest.
The most accurate.
A community project.
It's a contest.
Easter eggs.
Enable fun times.
Enable opportunities.
Making it happen.
Shocking update.
It's getting there.
Few more sips.
Wooowww Wowww Wow.
Got 'em.
Sad day.
Pack up everything.
Say hi.
Bring her chocolate.
They like attention.
That **** ferret.
Sorry I got somber.
We got to be heroes.
Might be a good idea.
Nice seeing you.
Goodbye.
Au revoise.
Hard to say goodbye.
Concept of sleep.
Three all nighters.
One more thing.
Sweet dreams.
Bye.
Thanks.
Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 12:33 AM UTC
My stand is portable, affordable and neat
Sits on the southwest corner of 42nd Street
Can't beat my delicious, nutritious, expandable frank
My dogs are divine! Now, take that to the bank!
One twenty-five for a dog loaded or bare
Mini-meals readied with caution and care
Merciful and kind, my dogs nourish the broke
Fuels children and seniors and cold 'n drunk folk
I've served sages and I've served nuts
My clients range from brilliant to putz
Usually I keep the screwballs away
But now and again I have a ****** no-good day
Like the time two thugs took off with my cart
They rammed it right into the Super Mart
Weenies went flying and relish SPLAT!
Stunned I saw my dogs were eaten by cats
Two weeks down, my new stand revamped and nice
Maybe those thugs wanted red beans and rice
But dogs are my passion and my life’s big scheme
So buy a hot dog and support someone's dream.
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
You, of the quiet consternation
And barely discernible presence
You, of the smooth disposition
And ragged dreams
You, of the floundering eyes
And expandable conviction
Your roguish smile
And your twisted games
Your striped shirt
And your quaint brilliance
Your strongly-lined jaw
And your oneiric glances
You chase my adjectives away.
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 9:44 AM UTC
There is nothing left of me
But flesh and mechanical thought
Sinful spinster split senses
Surrogate sensations
Sounding sources sewing slowly
So soft
So sincere
So absssssent
There is nothing left in me
But guts and mechanical thought
Wickedly liberated divided sanity
Replacement vibrations
Echoing foundations stitching gradually
So elastic
So honest
So lexicon
This is what is left here, on the bruised ***** I call my compassion,
Veins and mechanical thought
brutally modern alienated wisdom
alternate feelings
hollow basics strip away regularly
So expandable
So straightforward
So agonizing
All of this written minus my soul
Eye miss my sole
Jun 25, 2011
Jun 25, 2011 at 3:37 PM UTC
What should we look for?
What do we think we want?
These new things
These new tides
So graciously presently themselves
Visibly or vaguely
Time is uncorruptable
Space is expandable
Actions are expendable
What choice do we have
When Expectation
points a fire-arm at us.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 2:21 PM UTC
Please! Wait
Feeling so low__
Like his (Blowfish)________ bait?
Jazzzzeeeey_____
Only temporary Oh! geez
Robin Razzamatazz
What!! All about Love
Candy Pez
((Enter me Expandable))
I need to fish
around so flexible
He
comments
You're quick______**
The Vampire Garlic
RIP I have young-blood
I will just relive again
To expedite
what remains
Love unconditionally
All hired with conditions
The restless young
outbreak
Native New Yorker
The busy talker
draw flush
In the Navy
Fleet week Baby
meeting crush
The Quickie
interview
Gift of gab
stalker
Or the hermit of Hermits
Languages
No demerits
Racing down
her wicked
thighs shower his
muscles
Sprinkle cone
Iced me
mortgages
get
me sick way to
quick to even sigh
Whats up with
patience
Include the Immigrants
Somehow American
women
Not very productive
They had Robot
watchdog like Gods
The money
where your Apple
Mouth I-Yahoo computer
And follow me
All followers
Kevin Quick morning
Bacon
Stallone Rocky_____
____ Expandable
In the native lands
Over the border
The Ventriloquist
Nesquik
Emigrant exhibitionist
Deviant outsider
The Spy Breadwinner
The I pod doing
the podcast
Outcast lady
The rain in Seattle
Hanky Panky
Snoopy hang on
Aboard love boat
so foreign
Her kitten tongue
was wide open
Eye wide but
quickly minds shut
Did it say?
((Too Quick))
((White Doves)) website
Riders of the Morrison
dorm
Ouija board storm
Him hungry
for her
smorgasbord
Stars flu
* Planetarium+
Miss Tory friend
Terry's mouth
of Sherry
Met all their lovers
Sweet Cherry wine
In the Sanitarium
Your words are
not to hinder me
Kiss of an angel
You compelled me
Such a coincidence
The spell too quick
No heart of
citizenship
Walk like a man
Talk like a
foreigner real slick
In another land
Dance like an Egyptian
From the Godly land
No man is
quick enough
To expedite
The quicker man
Beaten by the
bodyguard
No God this is a
Ladies Island
Pulp Fiction absurd
Vanilla milkshake
Saturday Fever
Cons
So many Johns
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 8:06 AM UTC
Residing peacefully at the apex of all life's twists and knots of reality lies something fathomable only to the individual will of personal existence. What could be so completely comprehensible and yet so seemingly incoherent in it's infinite entirety? Well, destiny. The only attempt to understand any of this frivolous madness and chaos is to begin by expanding your mind with the thought that regardless of which path chosen- fate will occur.
So no worries.
Although despite the will (however strong,) of the human brain with all of it's expedential expandable abilities, one can not always attain and/or preserve a firm grasp on attempting or achieving control. This is indubitably so, when considering the beckoning temptations of life's every day situations- gnawing at the material egos of society like a stranger offering shiny hard candy from the depths of the darkest shadow.
What must be lingering at the backs of our minds? What there lies something so dark and dank and dense that we can only pursue a vast and vague definition for recognition? I can only be swept away by the engulfing wind of nothingness, and dissolve into the abyss of eternity.
Is it graceful- to fade away without resistance or even acknowledgment or consciousness? Or is that just ignorance? The questions can only mingle with the theories, the "facts," the nothingness of everything, rather than be answered. Because there is no solution to the unknown, and this all is still only ever just a question of existence itself.
...So where do we go from here?
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC
art is the most expandable resource, bound in each,
and in each easily bound to famine,
for even earth produces less coal mined
than man's footing on it produce more art
that earth's coal volumes, and both are keenly
wasted with one used up greedily, and the other
languishing although electric for proof of shadows:
for art is the most accessed resource
that does both burn and become exhausted,
for those in the practice know by the maxim,
art be exhaustible, via loss via exhaustion
we are known by, and we are, filled, by an enjoyment
for the riches never claimed in rags and tatters;
kept the truth for the sole author's
authority: signed moon, sun, earth -
we also claimed a graffiti of signature on
things that ought not levitate, but indeed
levitated across years from ovid's time to our own (e.g.).
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 9:11 PM UTC
The intended solitude and proud-stubborn silence seem to be his second self; since he is already trying to completely isolate himself from the outside world, since the world has already lied to itself a lot behind its petty bargains. He cannot, although he has tried not only through the pores of his skin, but also viscerally, to withdraw, because for some reason most people still believe in the growing suspicions.
Now, feigning innocence, those who once kicked the younger ones with spiked boot marks, just because they were unwilling to pay defense money in the schools, are defending themselves. All unnecessary, unworthy attempts and resistance were pitiful. Stubborn braininess these days is just an occasional deaf brainwashed awareness that even the average person can have something to add to their milk.
A historical short circuit can occur with an unexpected bird rustle again; a nuclear mushroom cloud here, an expandable Katyusha rocket there. And the stripped man from the distance of historical ages cannot resolve in his soul the concealed coordinates of the so-called zone of silence. Since everything today is so complex, delighting in opacity, it is quite natural that he can give petty reasons for further, inexplicable suspicion.
Hectically trembling, the charm of one wrong idea that wants to innovate collapses one after another; an inevitable confrontation passes from one soul to another in a petty-compromising manner, until an artificially manipulative betrayal occurs. The infinite depth also perhaps changes as it reflects the conflicts of interest of selfish Reality. Consuming the bruises caused by sins, the subconscious uncertainty grows in everyone!
Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 12:15 AM UTC
The world...
The world at the beginning was corrupted,
was corrupted by humans,
Was corrupted by false hope.
But God, he always want us to be strong,
strong as the sun,
strong as the expandable universe.
Do not lose faith,
or you will end up rich,
but with no soul..
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 5:29 PM UTC