"mcdaniel" poems
High upon the tower
of your ego-mania bliss
i am setting bombs and launching rockets
at you: CHRIS.
Christopher McDaniel of Oildale:
**** You in the face!
I cannot believe you disgraced
the sacred of my world for your fake needy weakness
like this, and now I do hate!
Now I do hate!
Apprehend yourself for the impact,
I promise you will not enjoy the ride.
For all the lies and falsity,
Whatever did you say to make this arise?
I care not, luxerious one.
Like fly paper so full at Jack's.
I shall go beachward - alone -
since you mean nothing to me,
as I do you.
As I do to you:
mean nothing.
You are really something else.
False pretender of things lovely, demon of boring apathetic hell.
You smell, too so brush the teeth, fool.
Feb 5, 2011
Feb 5, 2011 at 12:14 AM UTC
at about one am
i woke
and erased the poetry I had written
in the margins of my biology textbook
some original
some bukowski and yeats and mcdaniel
bukowski and yeats and
bukowski and yeats
bukowski and
bukowski
it vanished from view in the same manner
i think
as i vanished from your thoughts
i thought that We was an absolute
that We would never not exist
yet
i wrote it in pencil
in the first place
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 1:48 PM UTC