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JAM Mar 2016
(R)ECORD: WE A(R)E THE PEOPLE
F(R)OGMEN: of the EMPI(R)E OF THE no-SUN

Johnny Five's and Suzy's: it's the season
                                              to make good use of mutantility.
                                              and there’s a troick to it.
                                              frseeing stings differently, that is.

THE TRoICK

is to let the mind know that it is
you who will be doing the pondering.
-- Thrusher Swainson, Bear Self = Mind hewed Body

Muorftantipheus, Frogmen: this is your last chance.
                                   after this, there is no swimming tack.
                                   you make the blue tail concrete-
                                   the adventure's ends are chaste up in your head
                                          and you relive
                                                  whatever you want
                                                                ­  to relieve.

                                    you make the read deadhead abstract-
                                    weplay in ninetbeen and i show you
                                                how slow
                                                        the rabbid-
                                                         ­          wHole
                                                                ­      flows.

REFORM: WRITE FOR BODY
The Letter-Ing: in a garden of voids
fortieth or last
in a series of poems made of quotes
one part to a whole joke
its sum has yet to be totaled
may be more than its parts
subject to change
mike Mar 2017
When the trash pile around you start making sense and speaks to you through its open fly ridden grin then you know that you've been in all the wrong places that you shouldn't have been

When you cover yourself and sheets of plastic and rabbid American nightmares

A ***** cartoon is the only thing that can cover you

And if you draw yourself into a state of emaciation you eat the crayon and are full again
I am swiss cheese I am somebody who is trying to relocate their shoulders, thrown about in a misty sin of congratulations
I am a sipless vulture attempting to be pure but coming out vinegar
juniper berries and sickly **** of packaged rawhide
inescapable landslide
unexcused, for what its worth
an imaginging roller coaster disaster, so far from my fathers, mad from too much beer and wine
hankered down by mood stabilizing pills
jipless, jockeyed, jiving to bizzare melodies
a sipter esphicator, ready to lunge into the excesses of butter beer
singing jollies with dumbeldore and other queers
misplelled, misplaced, outcast, on the bench with other pupils
and the carnivore sinks its teeth into its kills
shanking and shaking, singing in the bathtub with katy perry
muse the blues with cherub rock, loathing dylan, asking for more cohen
juxtaposed on top of everest and demanding a double feature
dickless angels
turnabout, shout, the end is near, abstract, understand the notion, the fear
and scream helpless hopless empty bottles of beer
nectar and graham the hector, a mellon bunnie with rabbid ears
run for your life!  the fires of eternal flowers and bounds of life
seem sophisticated at the time
Turnabout, the beats are out
and the real madness, the real madness, is here
I can only die with the darkness.
Of course there will be a mess.
You speak my name and I break apart,
like a poorly, worn down piece of art.
There is no peace in this soliloquy;
at least not tonight.

I can only die in your darkness.
It's the only one I know.
Your kisses are now merely blackness;
I once had a youthful soul.
There was never peace in this soliloquy,
at least not that I know.

Rabbid mouthed youth, you stung me at such a young age.
They call you cupid, but I know what I see.
A trickster, hiding your cloven feet.

You've killed me once before, when I had graze.
The time has come for you to feel the *****;
your crime.
Falling in love isn't falling at all.
It's a black hole where even the light cannot escape it.

I step on the corpses of your victims tonight.
I can smell their rotting hearts, from left to right.

It's time for me to join them, I have to go.
I can only die in my darkness,
and this is the way it must go.

I leave behind a lesson.
I hope you live a life unlike mine.
Love dies and it will **** you,
but please, don't give up hope.

Besides,
No one knows where that light really ends up.
(Maybe the eyes of lovers new.)
Who really knows.
Harry Roberts Dec 2017
What
When
How,
Did I fall
Down the rabbit hole?

Rabbid
Habit
Stab it,
Amputate gangrenous
Limbs.

Song
And meaningless Hymms,
You never caught me
Before Satan bought me.

What?
I should've stopped
Before my balloon popped.
But the pressure was immense
Lost time, past tense
In the sun, was the fun
Ever intense.

Was I ever there...
I feel like thin air...
Delton Peele Feb 2021
I missed you today .
I'll try again tomorrow
Worry yes
Unless
You wanna
Play ball
Accept your
Confidence
Cause
We aren't  
Getting anywhere
Like this
you.......
I......
Ok we I guess
Still don't know why
We can't get along
Mr self serving
(Don't start please
Mr unassuming
Don't deserve
Anything.
Oh wait
Hey ?
I didn't
Order all this .
((Awe geese it's on the house then
Your lucky day))
Oh uhh no I
Can't do tha
(( Its ok k
Pull forward please))
Uhm
(( Pull forward please))
Your fake)
Calling the kettle black
Fur for **** up sake
Master of the blame game
The only one who won't play
The game the right way.
(What does that even mean?
See this is what I mean
You
Not me
Ruined everything
(See now you just shift the blame
.....
You expect to
Gain respect
Without
Accountability)
Well at least I don't brood all the live long day
About every
Single stupid thing we've ever done

Sit in sackcloth
In public
Dumping
ashes  
Upon your heard.
And over amplify the shame
Enlarging
The part you played
Mr empathy

Here's a litte secret for you
I know
You
Feel bad
Boo hoo
And so you think
You can gauge the person
You are
With the level of guilt you feel?
Because a good person won't
Do bad things
So the worse
You punish
Yourself
The more
Upright
You feel
..... .
That's
Realllll
Realll
Reall
Really.
Dumb
Number
One
You can't feel good
Spending every day
Feelin bad
Ok
That does not take a rocket surgeon
To explain
Number 3
Look at number two
You justify
You're ***** deeds an check em
Before you do them
And promise to punish your self with them
And number 4
You have to feel the real thing
For what you actually feel
Not what you think
Looks appropriate
Or
Simply draw the line at what your willing to go through
And use me as the escape door
Throw these
Rabbid

Painfully
Unexcusable
Pretend to do be
mistakes
At my feet
And expect me to get away with ******
If that's the way you want it
Ok thats
Why I'm hunting you)
Can I ask you one thing ?
How can you think you won't feel bad?)
Easy stupid
We'll be out getting laid
And doin it again not laying there crying.
Plus you made me doit
I'm not taking the blame.
( I feel sorry for you.

Who we gonna *****)
In sanity lies the
Real
Me
Liyng in sanity
ymmiJ Aug 2019
down this rodent raged
another rabbid rabbit crazed
in a mouse's maze
stuck in a no end rat race
hamster wheeling in one place

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