people are dumb.
people made werds.
werds are smart..but:
these are werds about people..so,
these werds are dumb.

yud say av gorra chip on me shoulder
if i adunett it
am from fukkn inner city liverpool la
an a won' letya fuggerit
yer posh scrans jus werds ter me
so gerrit down ya neck
instedda waxin lyrical abar it
coz a doh no wot ya jus sed

we could cut the dictionary by a third.
we could cut the writing in hundredths.
who knew there was a d in there.

It makes me crazy,
Those knawing pops of color.

Welcome distractions!
Abstracts.
Plentiful letters stuck
To loved ones.
Characters
With layers.
Annoyances
to empty minds.
Friends,
Faithful and familiar.
Electric acquaintances
Jolting perspectives.
Careful and considered.
Almost silent.
All purpose.
Niche.
Violent.
Hypocritical.
Invaluable.
Unnecessary.

­Soft.

Solipsary.

Ever since I was five, I thought I knew it all,
With one glance into the microscopic telescope,
I could see the whole universe.

When I grew up I learned to read and write,
And even at a young age I knew big "werds"
But never did I think at the experienced age of five
To stop and think if I was alive.

So I stopped to feel the world turn
And to see the clouds move.
Just for a moment to recognize the five-year-old surprise.

But I remember on that day, the Earth and the clouds--
The altercation overtook He,
And only then would I know there was much more
Than five-year-old me.

really jammin on my werds.................but      dont  w    a    n    t         t       h  e m    
tooclosetogether itsok.i gotem bak.





i make space for my mind.
dont get in the way.
otherwise youll experience yourself experiencing yourself.. and thats just too intimate.
for someone like us.
wed rather part ways than rub backs.
sweat share on two backs.
moving bales of hay i assume.
some sorta hard werk.
proper werk.
make a man a man.
feel strong.
but dont rub backs with yo self.
cuz youll know you have to follow yerself forever or until one of you kills you.
so its already done.
go home.

my computer is tombstone
s'only room for one in this, here, algorithm

i'm done

rumi was on ta somethin - eff zombie werds
shelve that ****

yer yum glistenskin skims my mouth probes  
libraries lost easily contained in each feel
makes me undoom this dumb selfieshtick kitsch i do
that kills the mood with two neck wounds incisors apart

feels before syntax

jus thought i'd let you know
*******

i like the werd comedy because its a mixture of the werds tragedy and comedy.

Run to the brick wall and crash
through an ocean of sheet glass
I'm a juggernaut
Whether I have a jug or not
Whether my brain is tied in knots
Weather reigning in my thoughts
or raining out like **** in a parking lot

All the wars I fought
inside my head
Should've left me for dead
Should've put me in a box for bread
or pine
Chalk outline
Powerful powdery fingertips
All the drugs so I could rest better
medicine for higher
Idiot for hire
This is your brain,
but mine looks better when it's on fire
Kinda like a used tire
Stuck in the mire

Oh…
how I love thee so
and all I've got to show for it
is this mystery ride
from hell
to home
dead phone
keep calling
and calling
and crawling
and clawing
my way out of this pine box
only to find myself in another one
til I put down this city
til I stay right here
I'll keep listening til I can finally hear
and all of the werds become clear
to steer me back home again

To the stars…
Take me back home again, Usil