Sudden flashbacks

Atrocious memories

See the innocent child

Hiding from a parent

That he loves

And loathes

Witness

The erasure of hope

He’s given up praying

Nonstop horror

Has a way of

Removing faith

throw heartpoppy over rockefellian machiavellianism

you macho fuck why do you salivate over the cost of your sweat

trade in lipstick infested kisses and barbarous butchorous bites on your neck

stand in the might and awe of a life sized hawk inside your foyer

it is a visitation to rid you of all your infestations

to throw you in lipstick pool

enjoy it and don't count the kittens

that hawk didn't take any

she was just there to appreciate you and protect you

you were told what you gathered

It’s all about control

the illusion of freedom

keeping you busy

optimizing your time

Do you feel satisfied?

sophisticated boredom

edited self-esteem

instantaneous contact

networked loneliness

We’ve lost who we were!

unlimited choices

less empirical knowledge

algorithmic propaganda

You’re told what to believe!

delusional actions

collective psychosis

Made easier by isolation!

psychotic breakdown

societal chaos

We’ve become unable

or perhaps unwilling

to think for ourselves

its a modest thing, miniscule

this string of words, around the neck

worn like pearls, I take them out

sometimes, for dinner wear

They satisfy the eyes, and go

with any dress, and tie us, over

like aperitifs, in the night.

Smile in there

Cherry fucker

You sure have a long way to go

You sure will dance in Ibiza

You sure will rub rosaries on silent roads

You sure will be protected from what you fear

Your rubbed rosaries will testify

You sure will live

You will also shout victorious on that podium you didn't desire but was always yours

You sure will not starve

I have written to God for you

He responded that why don't you write yourself

I told him you're sad

He said that makes the three of us

So go ahead

Plant that seed on what is now barren

Fuck this wisdom

Just get up and go out

Your steps have long been awaited

Most of what I write

It seems to me

Is so shallow

And devoid

Of sacrifice

I'm pretty sure

Though

I'm not shallow

And I know

How to sacrifice

So why

Is there

This disconnect?

what was i thinking

course these pants don't fit

tight like they gonna burst

always ridin' up my ass

i just can't walk right in 'em

struttin' with my knees up high

tryin' to loosen my stuff down there

all twisted up like

some sad piece of giant linguine

oh why did i walk so far from home

to go shopping

i coulda ordered

now it's itchin'

no please don't start itchin'

oh look at me in that shop window

ridiculous

everyone knows

i gotta scratch it

i gotta pull it

i gotta straighten it

no don't grab it out here

oh god i can't take this

somebody fucking shoot me

1/18/2025

retreating to the familiar is a poetic familiarity

to shores

to coastlines

deadends

dark streets or cuts about town only familiar to you

nooky shelter shops

mirror seems familiar too

i see yourself there

my image was once there beautiful

now spavined and sclerotic

i see yourself there

that once pumpy red showboy is conscious

conscious of cosmetic debauchery worded at his expense

his antipathies tattered

she said i was nice

i smelled like spicy black pepper

looked like hardened out wood

i believed her

then she said i smelled like drenched liver

looked like music on death

poof she mixed that with sounded

after these cyclic chants done undone

she had unfamiliarised the familiar

and yet failed to familiarise the unfamiliar

after her lippy pungent possession of him

theres no him either

I'm going to be the one, to remind

it's not about summers, destinations,

but the fall, where the seed, will have had,

before the after, that tender looking out,

and the future, a head seen as bearable, after all

i found gold in my brothers pregnancy

his tummy sniffed gold and liquor

i swimmed in liquor and sold gold

me the untimely goldsmith

i purchased paradise and dated angels

i created a sky of my own

devil pushed me back to this world

i traded fire and stocks

chisled fortunes and summersalted in riga

my summersalts remanded me back to paradise

having seem both here and there

i chose to sacrifice here for my dobermans afterlife

i live through that litter of his guiding blind soldiers

you may enter my once fortress to kill the already killed me

it is open for all and none

but noone will be caricatured to nothing there

for nothing is an illusion and so is everything