"splitters" poems
Just a wicked peacenik’n quick draw from the Paw
Game of Thrones’n the Shah, cRussian bones of the law
And still spewing the news like the red dragon’s maw
When the baby-skull splitters want nuclear winter
Ideal New Cold steel and send Chernobyl shivers
Down Roman Republicans’ severed headlines
Till there’s no more dead kids on for prophet front lines
I’m in exile sharpenin’ [sic]kles in style
Pyongyang’n Kuomintang climate denials
Erasing their nation-hate racial profiles
Outpacing their skinhead disgraces by miles
Shell casin’ this place like the Nuremberg trials
For Fords sellin’ swastikas stockpile bibles
Defiled by Normandy tide genocidals
Fresh meat off the boat spreadin’ Plague mercantiles
I smile and **** ‘em with kindness
Then grind
Battle tax in my acid bath
Salt Marchin’ prime
Because WAR IS THE CRIME
I’m the Clown Prince of Rhyme,
Level 9 state of mind
Like the state of Rakhine
The Black Hand before time
Runnin’ Africa’s Luciest Sky Diamond mine
I’m the ronin alone in
The monkey god shrine
And my guile’s reprisal’s Versailles treaty signed
Strippin’ pride from the Rhine
‘Till your Motherland’s mine
Swine
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 2:37 AM UTC
The gleaming moonshine on your hair,
fragmented star splitters in your eye,
your smile repainting supernova's glare
appoint you the ruler of my sky.
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 5:26 AM UTC
i look up from my porcelain throne
in the fifth point cafe 42 minutes before the am’s fifth point
crown all whimsy-eyed and thrown
and see "the end is near"
so i think to myself
“me oh my oh golly geez
whatever
will i do in sight of these”
the ends
of the tp roll, that is
i look up from my pew
and there’s too much **** on the ceiling for one sheet
i stammer
then i realize, that’s not a ceiling,
that’s the sky
and that isn’t ****
those are scars
scatting stars
scattering
i stammer, “fuck-it”
what am i worried about, one last sheet
those chronos blast-holes
they’ll wipe themselves out
heat death infinity splitters and all that such sigh-fanciful nonsense
and so cheers, to life
the ends
to that which must overcome itself
to the earth, "good night-boons"
to the sky, "good night, moon"
i blink once more and
“sea-ya, night-time crouch-joys“
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 5:54 PM UTC
my lips has told lies, my eyes has been blind, my reflection has been deceiving, my hands has been abusive, my soul has been misleaded. My heart has been broken , my toes grew splitters , my faith has gave up hope , my religion doesn't even exist no more. I guess the other part of me is gone. I thought my body was a place that I could call home , but I guess that place doesn't exist no more , cause I don't know who I am anymore ! But I do remember one thing ? I was just a girl with a broken heart !!
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 9:07 PM UTC
in two weeks it'll be thanksgiving and then it'll be the Sunday you broke up with me and I thought that by now I'd be okay but I still remember the bathroom stall I was sitting in the Monday after crying my eyes out because my mother insisted that I get out of bed and go do something so I could feel better and I remember being with my entire family and crying for an hour straight and my cousin coming outside and carrying me in because I couldn't even stand on my own two feet anf I couldn't stop vomiting your lies and your promises so he needed to get me to the bathroom and I remember when i finally was able to get out of bed and go to school and my grades plummeted and my teachers thought that I was just another lazy student that shakes a little too much and who leaves for the bathroom a little too often and who always comes back with bloodshot eyes and mascara on my neck because I was sitting there crying and I thought I had gotten every black speck off but I never did and I thought that I hid everything so well but then I remember when you called me in January drunk and told me you missed me and I rememberchoking back the tears and sayingthat I don't love you anymore but I think you could tell that you completely ripped up the floorboards in my heart and that I'm not going to get better for awhile and now I'm terrified because you were right and I'm still stubbing my toes on the nails sticking out the ground and I'm still getting splitters in my feet from the rotting wood and I'm still not okay.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 3:34 PM UTC
Pete liked to rent his splitters:
deliveries were the best.
The times we spent together
with saw dust in our vests.
He understood his buddies
if told "just need a day,"
We liked to demo splitters so
Pete gave them all a play.
Then head on over to Zepher
some lame was out of gas,
Stop to scarf a burger,
then drive to save his ***
Pete understood the woods
and dropped his spoog at night
Rangers took their samples;
but moisture was not right.
He is sadly gone now
the trees will miss him still
it's only cause I loved the man
and guess i always will.
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 6:22 PM UTC