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Zach Spud Carter Feb 2014
My heart's beating--
But hasn't it always been?


They're made of chicken flesh.
Did anyone love them?
Were they heroes or villains?
Doubtless, to them they died in heroism.

They were babies.
Toddlers throwing tantrums.
Teens behaving badly.
Physically lusting for life.
Adults worn into the world;
You can see it in the leather on their knees.
Like mummies.
Too far gone to matter.
How many people died so I could have this?
Zach Spud Carter Feb 2014
Go unto the mountain
And bring with you your son.
And after the fourth dawn
Bring down on him your brawn.

There will be no flinching,
Your knife against the Sun;
And you thank Adonai
For that *** you rode in on.

With the flesh of your flesh
Trembling in your red hands,
The Strength of the Absurd
Will keep you from your fall.

And as you put your blade
Through your light upon this Earth,
Feel it wet with folly
And drop down to the dirt...

Threre can be no Angels
Along the Interstate,
Hold on to what you love
And let this be your faith.
Zach Spud Carter Feb 2014
From dawn until dusk
To the sweat, dripping musk;
From attacks of musth
To that One Golden month.

Rising solid in the dawn--
As the bronzed Ego of Purpose--
Mustering self-esteem's brawn
Cools my trademark Nervose Verbose

But do appointments, notes,
Lectures, hecklers, and Beckers,
Distract the mind that dotes?
The Heart Desperate for Nectar?

Hah! such defensive thoughts....
Fallacies of Neuroses.
Just polishing my doubts,
Vainly "pleasing" my unease.

Monday's mundanity
Fails my lie of character--
Left with Insanity
Railing lines under pressure

And then, faces--balance blurs
Into downed neurons
Where not nobody cares to
"Think about the children!"
An attack of musth is when juvenile elephants become overly aggressive and go on a rampage. Many people have been killed in such attacks, especially if the animal is being held in captivity.
Zach Spud Carter Feb 2014
Hold me in my Insecurity,
Make my Black Tar light and feathery,
Help me to forget that I'm me:
Carry my Heart and make it merry.

Watch over me, my hands and my feet,
Think of me and my cracks in your sleep,
Just make my heart and soul complete:
I've sown all the seeds, now help me reap!

What? Were you not aware of my plan?
That a shared smile is a covenant
As binding as Isaac's *******?
That I have to roll you in my blunt?

What? Don't tell me that I ask too much.
Don't make it seem like it's not so rough,
When the Sadness just pleads for touch,
But can't—the world screams, " You're Not Enough!"
Zach Spud Carter Feb 2014
Well, my feet, they feel like
Saggy sacks of soggy moss;
As if they went for a hike
And suffered some Great Loss.

And the thorny feelers
Penetrate Barefoot Monkees.
Is loathing made of mirrors?
Is every girl a tease?...

Good G-d my stomach hurts! --
Your Divine Justice, blessed.
My vessel is vibing hertz
As it bears The Distress:

But, if I make my feet
Acknowledge more smiles than frowns;
And my Neuroses cease to bleat
While I analyze nouns...

Is there a New Normal?
Grace from benevolent gods?
Or will Hope choke, fade in Stealth
As Blind eyes miss her nods?
I'd like to dedicate this poem to Bad Brain Cells.
Zach Spud Carter Jan 2014
Pastries of the mind
Float like hollow driftwood,
Indulging the self-serving bind
That makes us think we are good.

It's a feasting born from birth,
"Inter urinas et faeces nascimur,"
They say, "it's the greatest shame we all endure,"
And the ******* sure won't lure with a pure cure.

They expose the submerging life preservers,
The hero of our name: the one that flips the burgers,
Fights the herders; causes, calls, and solves the murders,
All the infiniyy I could ever build and to make Her's.

With a diaper full of bricks
We are given humanity's paradox,
For in the ethereal plane we fully exist
Until the ****** bricks turn us sick.

But it's not so black and white,
Nor is it so yellow and brown.
The human creature can be beautiful
And the mind made delusional.

If we can repress our mind to find meaning,
And we can open up the chakras we're feeling,
But the world is just Black Sludge creeping,
Then why trade Protection for the real thing?
Zach Spud Carter Nov 2013
We like to sit together and eat
As a family.
I sit by myself towards the wall
With a half portion.

I'd like a cup of milk with it
And they oblige me.
The chicken is covered in fat
And I don't need that.

My weight means nothing to my gait--
I bounce like a cloud,
My head on my concrete-padded cell
That feel like giggles.

Out the doorway without a door
My friends keep an eye,
Because suicide is no joke
If I could stop laughing

I wanna nap-- no wait, I'll play.
I'll sit through this day
Til I get my shoe laces back:
Then I'll save my day

I drowned my sister twice,
Left hand, then the right.
Bubbles in the water like
A straw in Nesquik

Yeah, it was mean, but I'm nice, right?
We two are buddies,
You look and smell just like Shaggy,
Won't you play with me?

I drowned my sister twice
No, it wasn't nice.
And my brother drowned me must once
And that wasn't nice.

Once, lying under the cotton,
We were joined by Dad.
I kicked and scratched and screamed, "No, no!"
And then it's mumble.

My daddy proceeds to beet me,
And the his scratches...
My legs are boiling brown bruises,
But I'm still nice, right?

I drowned my sister twice
And fought off a shark.
My fists ****** from broken teeth
Start me towards shore.

The shark's mom and dad in pursuit,
I'm nearly done now
When a dolphin comes and saves me!
But never saved her.

I drowned my sister twice
I wrote this based on an observation I did at an intensive mental health facility for troubled kids. I'd like to dedicate this poem to Chris, a loveable young "psychotic" boy.
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