Once, I

A proverbial mushroom in the closet fed you know what eat me and get high for a while vomit me back into the toilet I will eventually make my way back into your drinking water. There’s no hiding it. I’m down deep and you know it. Just flush and stop staring at me… I’m a wadded piece of gum used and dry, stuck to the bottom upside down, always looking at the ground in shadow, hoping to get scraped discarded in the bin I believe it would be an improvement. I was a noble sea creature, beached upon dark strand, … Continue reading Once, I

These feet

I must be defeated ’cause I can feel it in my feet. they won’t move so that must prove something. beauty in the eye of the beholder is much colder when beauty is the destroyer of I would cry but it doesn’t make a difference to this indifferent wraith admiring my corpse. match-stick make-up of a broken bodied discourse on the arrival of final days of my time here. melt into the spring sun and whisper of devolutions in this archetype of feelings that armored our champions. the blood on the pavement is same in color as the one in … Continue reading These feet

Moontide and fire

confluent with winter’s moon my internal discourse with you leaves me a gibbering mess, so very real yet imagined as I haven’t spoken to you in years. I still find I pantomime the flower of words you left, unforgotten. I’ve grown callous to groans from under the stairs I left some things down there, unforgotten. I’ve become accustomed scent of Asian pear jasmine in air, unforgotten. cups of tea honey shared in garden flames spared, you rest unforgotten. Continue reading Moontide and fire

Quid Pro Quo

Quid pro quo Clarice.  The money is gone up your nose. Pip pop tip-top running rabid sideways on the sidewalks singing kill kill kill the poor along with Biafra. Paint them taking tainted terror and feeding the pretty demons.  Gift the shift of religion to the little lambs you are recounting the sordid legend of political Zelda for.  See the whites of their eyes and frown down upon the frailty.  My finger gun blasts a hole in your understanding as you sit shaking out the burnings we’re too cowardly to give a name to. Ascertain the relevant odd job backlog … Continue reading Quid Pro Quo

cloven hoof dandies

I’d deign to incarcerate with contempt, this attempt to pry your way back in slippery disposition, you serpentarium denizen all in that oily falsetto, hearken us toward winter’s edge bitter ice tastes of arsenic clove smoke, you cloven hoof dandy dancing those jigs of infantile fancy jackhammer subtlety screaming False. Fake news, fake boobs, fake crews fake shoes, knock off blues raping everything that moves yea, we label you, knave. go on home to your emptiness. after all, it is what you most crave. image courtesy of Pinterest   Continue reading cloven hoof dandies

OPTSotD- Logic (feat. Eminem)

Don’t listen around the kids 😉   Son, you know why you the greatest alive? Why, Dad? Because you came out of my balls, nigga Hahahahaha Fuck rap Bustin’ like an addict with a semi-automatic Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back Hold up, catch a vibe, ain’t no way in hell we leavin’ nobody alive Even suicide, no fuck that Bobby feelin’ villainous, he killin’ this I’m comin’ for your man and his lady and even the baby I’m feelin’ like I’m chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies Every single rapper in the industry, yeah … Continue reading OPTSotD- Logic (feat. Eminem)

OPTSotD- Jane’s Addiction

Wish I was ocean size They cannot move you No one tries No one pulls you Out from your hole Like a tooth aching a jawbone… I was made with a heart of stone To be broken With one hard blow I’ve seen the ocean Break on the shore Come together with no harm done… It ain’t easy living… I want to be As deep As the ocean Mother ocean Some people tell me Home is in the sky In the sky lives a spy I want to be more like the ocean No talking All action… No talking All … Continue reading OPTSotD- Jane’s Addiction