The Anaglamorous Fight Song

Combustion
Stress pulled backlash
Pop
Ran down your back

Fight death pull out
Rip toes from a basket

Eat cheese disappear
Turn around find god
Blow

Burn bridges fight back
Steel turn
Rip
Join the cause

Return

If Something is Profound, Kill It

Summarize this
Defunct pistol popped your fucking brain out
Just to make some soup

Parenthetical Relapse Incorporated

sleep deprived post delirium fatigue
inner monologue on slow cycle repeat
reheat eat
introspective retrograde amnesia brainstorm
aloof still type retype proof
I didn’t read pre didn’t care
I stared down at my feet
thought conjured text from dismal plains
receded to some grey location
pop
the words continue train of thought
combusted engine fueled coal hatred
bound to pen or digits sent
a transatlantic trip through cyberspace
my faceless friends
pretend

Conceptually The Adept Lion

Composite face
Shift anterior motive
Ripped up paper rocket
Crush
Symbolic in vignette for
Slow ranking clavicles
Diorama replaced racism
In so that we find amorphous
Slime pimp contagion
Of sound rotund and garnished
Far beyond reformatory.

Black Gelatinous Mass

By Sarasota my account is this
black hole weathered
back track Bolshevik encounter
wound
to a rivalry like sour milk
we talk about shoes
nachos
digressions
silk stereo pantomime
a feather
diluted and bland
still stunned by infatuation
caress
that beautiful scar I call
admission
it’s a hell
a paradigm
some other fancy word
that stands out for the reader
you.

Menstrual Bowl of Cereal

That that that
crazy
remember
I said it before
here it is again
crazy
repeat
shit
this is insubstantial
be more creative
adverbs are out
but nouns are still cool right?
I regrettably forget
locust
there’s the absurd
cliche
like a poet writing metaphors
fuck
I mean similes
like, as
one would hate their language arts teacher
bleh
meh
rotting
custard
this might be rambling
autonomous
stream of consciousness
like madness
pseudo-literary
cum bag
End Scene.

(fuck, wrong medium)

As The Moon Tickled

Cloud
Bent hill horizon
Found dead without contact
Enormous
As it was
Cloned itself
But sideways
Inside out and poorly insulated
Fuck full of insulin
Outright dis trodden if you ask me
Black round bulge of
Thorn bush fairy tales

This Will Be Personal

This will be personal
but I choose to share it with you
fellow Tumblrites
many of you won’t care
I don’t blame you
but sharing
and the written word
are my catharsis
there will be no absurdities
no intended jokes
clever quips
ideals for the human race
other than those reality has gifted me
there is no moral
but there is a story
I think

Here it is:
My mother is crazy
as many are
my brothers are crazy
as many are
but one of those is my twin
my first roommate
my first relationship
and our paths have diverged
as many do
I chose a life of work
and postponed gratification
and he chose not this
he chose the first other who showed interest
he disappeared
no talk for a year
he could have been dead
how could we know
this other wouldn’t let us know
my mother found him pan handling on the street yesterday
sad and alone as many of us are at our most desperate
strange how at 24 
we both still know shit
I slave for the machine
he doesn’t know it exists
my family is on the brink of homelessness
and me in my cushy apartment
my meager wages
I’m powerless
my mom told me she was going to bet on some street fight
low
low
l
o
w
I feel powerless…
Strange things are happening to me
ain’t no doubt about it.

Who Knew?

Housing development
obscured slightly by
a poverty stricken renaissance
killjoy reformed church
of a pagan enterprise
practiced by witches
in retrospect
I never knew my father
but so it goes
I guess
Vonnegut was always a prophet
a vandal
reconfigured
by me
an idiot

Solipsistic Suicide Anthem

Sad
everyone is sad
and angry
horny
frustrated
clowned
we are all downtrodden
lonely
obscure
the platypus among
ducks, rabbits, and snakes
insecure
envious
brooding
no one likes us
thinks we’re pretty
smart
or the cooliest
but….
but we have us
we have
the sky
the moon
a notebook
a periodical chariot
from the abyss
that is us
our mind
our perspective
we have that kerosene lamp
in the pitch black
sparked just before the monster arrives
we have that way of
laughing
loving
thinking
the ability to look at the shit
and say, hey
Fuck You!