607 Blemish

Morning room container
flopped blurry through one eye
found in the trash light night
a little spaghetti sauce stained
the prize from a Cracker Jack box
dusted rust
plagiarized filth
wilting in the summer heat
blue with moister
succulent bloody moisture
tipped off the tongue
ruptured the spleen
how else would one
peel back remorse
exposing the grime beneath
encrusted dead flesh matter
roused in orchestrated pantomime
spring,
fertility whips her cock out

Neonatal Spatial Fatal Widdle Wine

How do I feel,
as the little boy letter
better than letters
tethered to a dull toy
shiny little boy
in the mirror looking back
scab gone black
I’m Neanderthal shaped
sociologically raped
taped to a bed
spread out in defeat
raw meat
sick ill design
fine
like stillborn in lime
fuck sense irrelogical
faux biological
race
face
painted little shit
one who throws fits
won brittle bit
with nothing but wit
killed by a bohemian hit
shot to the head
bang
you’re dead

Vaginal Spit-Warp Speed

Art gossip
how it felt when the blood
coursed through mold
fueling aboriginal blossoms
contrasting black prism
in glamorous grotesque fashion
limp rhythmic cyanide
dripping faucet
taught to ignore death
in a more formal venue
attire is godless
is meaningless

Something About Nothing you Care about (A Testimony)

Neurology…
we call it the western front
the slow crawl to abnormality
veins popping and the like
right?
the opposite of left
ripped quietly from the lips of a princess
esoteric only with
drums beaten hard
numb and triangular
dying
beaten tears of a wrench
hard boiled egg of this charming
little pot
frozen in tepid noxious gas
overshadowed by the grass
open,

Golf Writers Don’t Matter

Misery blister-Two you have

hacked by the systematic eliminator

cruise missile cum garden

float through this with gusto

depravity

and a little salted mango

give praise to the gristle you fought

tuning achromatic frightened women

show stopping tongue erection

guided by the hooded gnat

a rat we called it

a rat

Congregation Rust Factory and her Neurotic Congress

theitchysound:

Engine crust decimal point
recoil grinding out feet
soulless crucifixion
cracked back up stereo
fight crack on the street
it’s a trap they sing
gone like a fucking dream
beaten marauding feces
intellectual gene splicing
squat back turtle erection
freaking for a fistful of change

Congregation Rust Factory and her Neurotic Congress

Engine crust decimal point
recoil grinding out feet
soulless crucifixion
cracked back up stereo
fight crack on the street
it’s a trap they sing
gone like a fucking dream
beaten marauding feces
intellectual gene splicing
squat back turtle erection
freaking for a fistful of change
operatic queef dispensary
swiped in gears
rotating the thunderstone
twenty corkscrewed robots
melting for an iron breakfast
suck fuck it
aeronautical space monster
eating cheese
faith and the battleground
blow up your priest
set tomes on fire
read the devils bread basket
Not forever gold….

Smile

Her smile framed
by pale reflections of moonlight
Forgotten ghosts
illuminating the way her lips curl
when she sleeps
as if they found the most beautiful sight
the world had to offer
then conspired with the cosmos
to record this moment
display it before the universe and say,
“Earth is not a grim place after all”

To The Writers Of Tumblr

theglycoprotein:

To the writers of tumblr:

People I have met,
By a process no more complicated
Than drawing names out of a hat -
A lucky dip where
I seem to do nothing but win
And keep on winning.

We share words like they’re birds
On the wind, flying out into
The digital world in front…

Chain Toppings

Forest blanket, cold
made of silk and
dead army men
swollen from smoke
the last black star

they choked you my friend
sensational,
American
worthy for planets
still tinder on the liver
as crap found it in a bucket