Pedantic Calls Of Supervillainy -Mocking In Jest Of Power.Such Things Are Damned In This Modern Millennia.It's Just Fucking Neurodivergent Pattern Recognition;Simmer The Fuck Down!Like Playing Music -For Kids Who Like To Bang.See Them As Future Drummers,Who Need A Chance To Mimic Out Loud.
Fucking Imbeciles,Getting Into Tousles.Like We're Still Fucking Animals,Biology Or Not.Then They Bled Out Truth,Waiting Months To Tell Me.Like Fucking Whimpering Dogs.MY CONSISTENCY IS THAT I DEMAND TRUTHTenfold Divinities -To Brutal Calculus.Tools & Weapons.You've All Failed To Learn.
We Still Stand.Always.If Barely.Beat To Shit.Missing Half-Ears.Eyebrows.Fingertips.Tendons.Go Down Swinging.'Ery Time.'Specialy Times You Do Go Down.'Til Ya Stop Going Down.Bloody Knuckles.Split Lips.Cracked Bones.Fuck Morphemes.Syntax.Hard Knuckle Tactics,'Til Yer Hands're Numb.
Fuck it.Shitpost Away.Just Don't Be A Dick,Eh?If Your Goal Is To Be Self-Aware,Make Others Laugh,Fight For Better Worlds,Even Those Ones Inside Our Heads -We Built When We Were Young?Yeehaw.Pursued Writing,As Plan B.Something To Moonlight As I Played Guru -Mentoring Future Generations.
We Work;Even In Our Nightmares.Waking Life Is Worse.At Least When I Die Every Night,Against Gods,Monsters,Or People,I Can Fight.Fighting My Subconscious?Feels A Lot Less Powerless.Lucid Dreaming Mantras,That Rarely Work.So We Must Exert Will,Upon Reality.Consume Zeitgeist In Entirety.
Always Appreciate A Good Homonym/Homophone Pun.Double Entendre -Triple Or Quadruple,If I Can Get 'Em.Make Everything A Pronoun;Categories Are Fucking Names Of Broader Things.TITLENarrow Down,Allude -Weave Metaphor -Speak Heart -Never Formula -Just Be.Thy Work Must Be Liquid -Solid -Gas.
Bah.A Chimp At My Typewriter -Composing Greater Works Than Shakespeare.Knuckle Dragger;Beast In Crave Of Love.Prefer To Capitalize Out Of Turn -Spite An Old Colleague For Fun.Had A Huge Crush On Her In Grade 8.Fresh Graduate,Guitar & Sunshine.Prescriptivist Linguistics,Language,To Fault.
Young Poets;Don't Know It But Sowing Sewn Rows Of Internal Rhyme -In Time,Becomes Rote. x Dote,Gloat,Whatevera' fuck 'ya want. o Vaunted Ascendence Contends In Amendment:That Shit Was Never Real.Teal Tears Plus Feared Fears Seared -Into Our Fucking Retinas. x Lumberjack Became Poet....
"Kids."Laugh if parents say I don't understand.Don't have 'em.So I've no clue!Funnily -That Education Degree o' mine?Came with a teaching license,I no longer use.(Hate Crimes Are A Bitch!)Also came with Child & Adolescent Psychology.Experience?Came from filling in,For failures like them.
This is a new age.Want a woman I love,To be treated well by her boyfriend,Have those kids she wants.Live beautiful lives full of joy & love.Don't care we used to be lovers,& are now friends.Loving people is all about seeing them thrive.Don't Say I Learned Nothin',From Those Cycles Of Abuse.
Rude.Uncouth.Speaking Blunt Truth,Or Opinion,As Neurodivergent Staple.Pissing Off Everyone In Earshot.Aggravating Friends,Or Family.Unintended Faux Pas,Different,Clueless,& Hated For It.Until We Pull Away,Become Hermits -To Avoid Misspeaking.Afraid That Our Honesty,We -Are Reviled.
Tired of getting fucking hate crimed.If it's not the Superintendent -Of my previous school district,Saying to a room full of people,That my disabilities make me unfit to teach…It's assholes that slow down in their cars,To honk at me and laugh -For having painted black nails.Just fuck off.
"The Logger Guru Warned The Hare Krishna Compound,Moving Into Firesmarting To Try & Help People.They Wanted To Keep 'Their Trees.'That Was Last Summer.Few Days Ago,Entire Venables Valley Burned To The Ground.Homes,Compound,All.He Was Right.Why Are We Always Right?It Hurts To Be So."
Listen,I consent to it all.Central Universe?Draw it.Fanfic it.Do whatever you want.Butterfly King?Same.Karnifexia?Ghastheim?Build your own version for your players!My Art.My Creation.Was always supposed to be free.A locus of ideas,To inspire new art,Or imaginings.So yes.I consent.
Enough poetry.Enough shitposting.Get up.Start the day.The mantra of those like me -Lacking in Executive Function.
Found Poem Constructed Entirely From Song Titles: "Weird Ones.""I Don't Want You.""Sweet Revenge.""Against The Timeline.""Hybrid Moments.""Lies.""Try Honesty.""Finest Hour.""Got The Blood.""4th Movement Of The Odyssey.""Ghouls.""Guru.""Common Chaos.""Common Courtesy.""Shelter." +×+×+
we were told we were brokenfucked upunwantedstrewn across threads of fateour destined enddeathso we foughtrallying against a world who hated usfeared usmonstersor villainsmerely queerneurodivergentdifferentnot brokenuniquenot monstrous& yet they still can't meet uswhere we are
My Epitaphs;Stretch Across Hundreds Of Poems.Small Pieces Of Myself:Thoughts.Jokes.Reflections.Post Mortem Guidance.Dead Internet Theory,Won't Win On My watch!Rambling Hermit Guru;In Digital Isolation.Shitposting Until I Go -When My Poems,Masquerading As Epitaphs,Quit Masquerading.
Admonished me.Shortly before weeping.Citing a dead man we both knew:"Loggers are stupid."In much harsher words.Paraphrased for politesse.Didn't want me using the name,Title,For myself.Part shame.Part superiority complex.Strange fusion of hypocrisies.My dualities,Were always the point.
Can run 25 tonne machines,Run chainsaw,Build with a hammer.A Lumberjack,Once.Even now,Not yet a Logger Guru. Have been writing for decades,Despite a decade break,Give or take.At some point,Became third most prolific poet -Without realizing it. Yes.…"We Contain Multitudes."