abused aromas
fuse the dwelling
throats slacken and tighten
good cooking can make a home
a rooted clut of tallow

home
         sweaty home
ignite another cigarette
scrape a fingernail on the sofa
a white grippy trail
scrunch your toes in the deep greasy carpet
and salivate on the wender of smoke
from the cooking of the roast

when no man pursues
the truth,

the idea which contains all true ideas, aha

ideas are ideas, roses roses, names names
all true
evil ideas are in the set of true ideas as
sure as pi is in the set of true numbers,

i think

When the wicked rule the people mourn,
I think

How are all ideas equalible?
How is any idea equalible quant wise re
(long turbulent selah, lts)
questing
help, this is a talking point.
(lts)
okeh. for the future, I see.

we can make these faster with ideas pouring
into words flowing from gentled
untame-ible tongues,
----- untame-able is not
----- untame-ible, this may be an object
----- ifier lesson

-tension that re
l-eases
silent
darts, bullets(silent kind), missles, hymns'n'such
pointy grippy handles for cud
chawn story points upon
which any true story
idea must stand.
in spiritarian.
addinph
unitem

spirit and image of your father.
ohmygawd
Ambush
Clam slam shut, swoohoosh
pop

The infer
(implication layer upon layer,
thicker and thicker
naquering laquering query, could be dem pearl-ly gates,
early version o' Feynman's reversible tristatic NAND gates,
which work on ideas harnessed...)

see, there's the rub. one wee tetrahedral
trypointy foursidy sort of pearl maker
with words made
conversation

verses
versus insane unsane saners saved
by grace unmazing ungnostic
mumbling glosalialy
knot knox nor any o'them
puritans detected the
leaven in the game,
the periment
let out the
box,

"a republic, if you can keep it." unsaid went,
we cast all our cares to the gyre giver
guiding the great gulf river of pro
sperity providing us
our perspicacity.

Would that one might see one day,
the outcome of our American
experiment in leaven
in forming idle words mit ganz alte wahrheit

in dem Erste Zepto Planck Sec

just now. The idea that won was thought.
Good think you think.
We shall see.
Call your truth true.
Stand under knowing good and evil,
both, how and why, then chose,

knowing, my side won.

animating your fears and
character assasinations
in my direction

(as an attempt
by your ego to protect
that black-iced velvet heart
that's dying to know
the me I really am
or already does
and wants a reunion)

I'll be here

just
being me
this brain, this pulse
this history all on display

and FYI, I've
never shown mine
like this to anyone -
every millimeter of skin
every satin-wrapped dream
every jagged edge of broken
every malady that made me

me

your ego says
oh hell no, because
it knows my laser eyes
and furnace heart are gonna
burn that mother to the ground
with just one look

(a.k.a. 10,000 jade-lit
kaleidoscopic stones)

and in its place,
architect realities with maybe
a mother-in-law cottage
for that grippy gripe old bat
(at best) out back

behind crystal palace
atop bone graveyard
while we dine on serifs
washed smooth by
thrashing shores

on cosmic waterfront lot
with sugarsand paused
crystalline, still and
completely
ours

one
piggy
leisure-head of communication /
a detritus of S.O.S.
and a true wealth of emotion sickness /
fell us
by what we ‘really’ feel

an ultimate distraction
a played out interaction /
a begging
grippy
porous surface
encouraging corruption
and strategic duping

our code made bare
and fashionable /
a disposable plaque
of bereavement and humour /
the human mission splayed /
a vulnerable apparition /
a haunting with a weak attachment
and a confectionary
hiding the culture

I got ***** on X Box lizz-ast night because kids these day say shut your fat ******* face niigah I'm lit cause Fukashima Shemales to menstrate on date wrestles that hold juggling. How I ask how when this bangerang pom-pom X tram tiles child pornagriffy. Cool His names grippy Griffy, you're a creep keep reading my works not dusty and smeelly-smeelly stank like Jimmy Falon Sausage link I ate a **** that caused my forth grade virginity to cause I coachella custard Crillen to take Pennicilin. I'm alright I lose my sense on discifering the way seat sniffing helps me nod of on walks to churchs where after gargleing *** my mommy whispers daddy got a conal rope festering from the freezer. My parents die from my lively inside the I torture with frozen brats at any cost I'm lost my mind how you hep-me-find. Unwind your rippled realm once.

A historical legacy of extrinsic homicide
But,  we come up dry for suicide
A grippy-sock-vacation...
"No gun in my nation"

Baby-un-doers, people-erasers
It's an opiniated face in this pleasure
A burglar is a child
"Killing babies is wild!"

In your hands, ultimate precision
In your hands; ultimate decision
Lend me your piece
So, I can make peace

With someone who would never break into your home.

i've got
intrusive thoughts
classic psych ward
grippy socks

put me
down to dream
floating on
quetiapine

angel wings
paper white
too close to the sun
they'll catch alight

too close to the dark
they'll drag me down
like the time
i tried to drown

because either i'm
feeling high
or else
i want to die

that's why i'm here
in the locked room
pacing up
and down the gloom

the warden says
its time for bed
trust me it will be
good for your head

i close my eyes
and dream of you
all the struggles
we've been through

yes i know
i'm insane
but i have you
to share my pain

My mother had too many children.
Me, at 23
and the last, at 32.
Adopted two, whom I love so very much
Eight children
Seven siblings
Eight, including the one who died;
So I guess nine siblings.
My older sisters were fostered when I was two
Adopted when I was nine.
So they get the leeway,
Not me.
Why would it be me?
I am the test subject
'Let's see what goes right and wrong with this child
and we'll use this information for the rest.'
They pushed me in school
home too.
I always needed to be the golden child
they could show off
and talk about to the rest of the family.
But then I messed up
I went downhill
and they said it was my fault.
I needed to do better
What was wrong with me?
I should be fine.
We never spoke about the bad ****.
Not once did we speak about what we were struggling with.
Because that is not okay, I must be okay.
I slipped and ended up in the hospital for two weeks.
Met some great people in the children's ward.
Great people struggling with similar **** as I,
But we didn't do grippy socks.
The floors were too *****.
We've got to keep our shoes on.
I had to take out my braids,
My mom helped me and complained the whole time.
'Why did you have to put in so many?'
'How many more could you possibly have?'
'I told you, you should have taken them out sooner.'
I turned down social services when my doctor asked.
I could have been free.
But I am and was living in a false world.
Reality is broken eggshells and glass on the floor.
She doesn't want to make me mad because I might throw a fit, and she thinks I'm going to beat someone up
because my thoughts are apparently my actions too.
I am not the monster that you call me behind my back
You are not the monster either, mother dear.
Father doesn't need to defend you anymore
Stockholm syndrome is a curse, and I will not fall for you like him.
You are not a monster.
Inhuman maybe,
Creature unfit for love, possibly.
But not a monster.
I am not a clay mold you can shape to be like you,
But not like how you turned out.
I will not be unemployed,
I will not be in debt like you.
I will talk
Preach my voice far and wide
Loud and quiet.
Even if it shakes.
And you can hear me, Mother dear.
Listen to all I say.
Be offended and angry
Distraught and disappointed.
For I do not care.
If I am in such a fairy tale like you say,
I will not let you take away my happily ever after.
I will get the man of my dreams.
And he will fall for me and not for who you say I am.
Come to my wedding if you must, but know,
It is my father who walks me down the aisle, not you.
And it will never be you
Because I am not you.