“Hark how I’ll bribe you.”

“Hark how I’ll bribe you.”

You couldn't.That's what the idiots don't get.Yes I use my real name.Have a website.Open Secret Vibes:Despise Shills & Shilling.Why else would my work be mostly free?I'll never sell out from my ideals,For cash.Not now.Not ever.Morals & Values?Worth much more to me than gold.Or silver.

Walk Forwards, Eternal.

Walk Forwards, Eternal.

Let our gentle paths,Guide us unto salvation.Demanding Pacifism;Of ourselves.Of others.In hopes of gentler tomorrows.Ones we've never had.Never even seen.Luck?Probability is mappable.Chaos Theory;A la Three Body Problems.Clench my teeth,Grit fists with gravel,Walk Forwards,Eternal.

Marcellus.

Marcellus.

Was Marcellus a great poet?Not particularly.Yet we share the root -In that our words come from within,To remain without.Just because he went first,Doesn't mean I won't follow.Justice remains broken.Our words remain hollow.But our voices still echo,Long past our return to Void;& Entropy.

Sharp & Crooked.

Sharp & Crooked.

These teeth will grind,& crush themselves to dust:Insofar as thy heart is clenched between them.Sharp & crooked,Like other ancient yellowed shards of enamel.Blood pouring from ventricles,Atria.Iron I take.From you.For me.Proteins As Carnivore Truths.Unlike most wild beasts,Prefer muscle...

The Hunchback Of Notre Dame.

The Hunchback Of Notre Dame.

On scales of insufferability,I do tend middling at best.Moles or growths,Plus some remains -Of keratin or cartilage spikes.Half an eyebrow missing,From a decade-old folly.Skin stretched white & purple,As far as it can;Without tearing.In some places it did,Healed back together.Suffered so...

Graveyard For Toys. \\ Hollow Empty Black Sockets.

Graveyard For Toys. \\ Hollow Empty Black Sockets.

Forgotten amidst weeds,As ever.Cosmic equivalent,Of a graveyard for toys.Where I once came to rot -Festering,Bloating,As all flesh eventually does.'Til naught but spirit & bone,As the best of us.Hollow Empty Black Sockets.Death's Head:In full display.Madness Lies This Way.Are You Sure?

Sour-Sweet.

Sour-Sweet.

No sense wasting all this wanting.Dragging our tongues,Along lines of sucrose.Lemon-Miracle Fruit.Sour-Sweet.Lost somewhere between.Need,I merely fill.Want,Offers chances to play.Dance!Frolic.Until the end comes,As all good things must endure.Interlapping beginnings & endings,Forever.

Piles of Maddened Scrawlings, Scattered Across A Dead Internet.

Piles of Maddened Scrawlings, Scattered Across A Dead Internet.

Let me dissolve.Back to atoms without shape.Holding space between matter,Plus antimatter,Divide separated -By the smallest portions of my infinity.Cutting holes in spacetime.Stitching dimensions,Until many become one.I become none.Piles of maddened scrawlings,Scattered across a dead internet.

No More Family To Speak Of.

No More Family To Speak Of.

This it?Deciding moment.Culling the last ties;To be completely alone.No more family to speak of.Independent at last.Autonomous,Even if I have to live in the wilds -Like a feral wildling again.Can I sever that final bond?Finally be free.Yet also so very alone.Good at that.Unfortunately.

“Will you laugh me asleep, for I am very heavy?”

“Will you laugh me asleep, for I am very heavy?”

So am I.My heart fracturing,Fragmenting into ten thousand pieces.As if I hadn't just finally,Reassembled the shards.Will this laughter,Eventually die?No longer cackle;Grim macabre,Morbid Humor,Black sarcasm.From dark,Back to dark.I want to laugh.I do.Perhaps I'm forgetting how.

Alone Like Nikola.

Alone Like Nikola.

But that's my fate,Perhaps.To be alone like Nikola,Until I die.Nobody wants me.Nobody needs me.So I remain the Hermit.Avoiding other Humans,Out of disgust with their ignorance,Or bigotry.Never shit talk others in private,But fucking hell do I get shit talked about,Like it's going out of style.

“Equality.”

“Equality.”

What a piece of shit.Holding my opinions & values -Equal to those,Of my shitty, chronic liar kin.My six years of university?Equal to some right wing conspiracy,Spewed by an idiot.My two degrees,Decade of teaching experience?Ignored.Somehow -Hypocrisy.Ignorance.Thrives.

Goodnight, Void #308

Goodnight, Void #308

Goodnight,Void.Never been as angry,As this past few years.Seeing people finally for who they are.Ugly bigots.Wretched kin,Who spread lies with nary a fact check.Who hate people like me.Perhaps that.Deepest betrayal.Family.Stabbing me through the holes in my ribcage,Until I've no blood left to bleed.

Afraid To Love.

Afraid To Love.

I'm afraid to love.Sure of the hurt that will come,Certain of the loneliness that persists.Trying to heal what is broken,After it has been shattered across the floor,However many times before.Such love is deep,Echoing the infinite depths like whalesong.Yet fragile,Still.

“You Are The Company You Keep.” \\ PROPER FOOLS SHOULD BE MERRY.

“You Are The Company You Keep.” \\ PROPER FOOLS SHOULD BE MERRY.

"You Are The Company You Keep."Fools.Grow so tired of fools.PROPER FOOLS SHOULD BE MERRY.Only fools of the ignorant variety left,I see.Pathetically Emotional.Failing at objectivity.Useless,Towards my goals of Human Utopia.Regressive,In beliefs,Heresy,To my demands for Truth.Yet I've always been...

For Whom Truth & Fact Are Divinities.

For Whom Truth & Fact Are Divinities.

For someone like me?For whom truth & fact are divinities?Lies are worse than poison.Those who spew false propaganda -Are dishonourable curs.Ignorant cowards,Too stupid to bother looking for truth.The exact disease,Plaguing our species.Leading us to extinction.Fuck these right wing idiots.

I’ll Disown Them Fucking All.

I’ll Disown Them Fucking All.

Speaking to The Void,Just to cement resolve.As of now:Refuse to talk politics with family,Ever again.My knowledge treated as dogshit,As they do the same shitty garbage forever more.Believing in,Voting for conservatives,No matter what.Lying.Shifting goal posts.Me,Forced to "prove it."Never them.

Right Wing Political Supporters:

Right Wing Political Supporters:

Right Wing Political Supporters:Step one;Be naturally stupid & easily led,Usually tricked via one's ignorance,Bigotry,Or arrogance.Abuse either their inability to think critically,Or their apathy & sloth,To never verify what they're told.Step Two;Fall for populist politics,Repeat...

“He will steal, sir, an egg out of a cloister. For rapes and ravishments he parallels Nessus. He professes not keeping of oaths; in breaking ’em he is stronger than Hercules. He will lie, sir, with such volubility, that you would think truth were a fool.”

“He will steal, sir, an egg out of a cloister. For rapes and ravishments he parallels Nessus. He professes not keeping of oaths; in breaking ’em he is stronger than Hercules. He will lie, sir, with such volubility, that you would think truth were a fool.”

Such slander was a norm.Fighting:Morals,Mine Vs. Theirs.Playing Imperative:My myths & legends,Always skewed evil.Leaned into the bit.Neurodivergent Life.Heard it all to my face:Retard.Gay.Fag.Gossip & rumors follow my wake,In this Universe.So I only speak truth;Detesting their lies.

Modern Slavery By Another Name. // Oligarch Cabals.

Modern Slavery By Another Name. // Oligarch Cabals.

Whelp.What else can we do?Individuals,Fighting for our futures.Any other than this one!Billions of people -All struggling against the yoke,Of wage slavery capitalism.Modern slavery by another name,Of course.As oligarch cabals;Dictate everything about our lives.Money "talking," still.

The Pickup Truck Diaries: The Most Prolific Human Poet In History.

Seems grandiose, eh? This is one of the more modest, amongst the actual titles I was able to workshop, believe me! And I’d hope by now you’ve read at least one or two of these here Pickup Truck Diaries, so you are well aware already that I love being grandiose and mock-megalomaniacal for the sake...

Central Universe Science Fiction Shorts: An Update!

Campfire. Come gather 'round the campfire. Let me tell you a story. Several small ones, in fact! It started a month or two ago, when I had a bunch of hits on "Our Better Angels" via the 'ol analytics. Now, I've been running this little business for half a decade - so out of neurotic perfectionism,...

Nothing But Fancy Words \\ Perverse Charisma.

No,Rough, jaded man.Your stern derision flagellating the cowardly.Some call it vibes.Others,Perverse charisma.I refer to it,As bending reality to your whims,Or wants.Everything boils down to systems.Even the seemingly chaotic.Pattern Recognition Symphonies.I'm an atheist witch,Rare,Amongst a world...

No Happily Ever Afters.

It's all trash.Could just let it rot.Sit back.Watch as the world burns down low,Play vaudeville all dapper.Mock and leer,Chirping from the bench 101.A lounge chair,And a pina colada.Cheeseburgers in paradise.Villains need to retire too,After all.No happily ever afters.

A Metaphor. A Lesson.

I ain't no Atticus throwaway,Some lovelorn whimsy.I am the width and depth of galaxies,Not some mindless whingeing -On whiskey and women.A metaphor,A lesson.On what happens if it devours you whole.

Monster That Eats Other Monsters.

Monster,That eats other monsters.Is it your friend?Or just an animal,Devouring anything,Everything in the way.Can you trust a wild beast,Like that?Ravenous,A greedy maw -Pulling at you like vacuum.It's okay.Don't have many friends.They're usually too afraid.

Tout Rien.

No king,In Yellow,Scarlet,Red,Or Purple.Tout rien.That,Perhaps.Some religious men -Take vows of poverty.Cryptids like me -Pray to entropy itself.Worship of the ticking of the clock.Slow winding down of the universe.Gods be damned.No royalty here.Only poets,Witches,& monsters.See?

Worlds Beyond Fourth Walls.

The final curtain,Often comes when least expected -Startling.Surprising.Endings must give way,To beginnings.Song & dance as old as time.Ancient whisperings,Or murmured spells,Such spellcraft'll only get you so far.Some of us,Hunger for more.Worlds beyond fourth walls.

Together Alone.

Twixt rational and madness,Clarity.Heartbeat by heartbeat,Simulating the echoes of the universe.This silence is agony,Creeping aches up my tendons,I don’t fucking care.Quit telling me lies and niceties,I want the truth,Raw and bloody.Spattered across the corridors,Dripping from the edges,Honesty...

21st Century Blues.

Over 2000 now.If I count the book,Old portfolios,Likely at 2500.Rough math.Coming up fast on Shakespeare,At 3500.Some goals;Are numbers games.Counted in speed,Persistence,Drive.You can play witness,Perhaps.Watch it happen,In real time.21st Century Blues.The beauty of a digital age.

All To Paint False Zeitgeists.

Creating entire universes,Worlds,& peoples.Method Acting fictional characters;Only read in books or stories,& never given visual form.All to paint false Zeitgeists,& societies,To play funhouse mirror to ours.Warnings bellowed via fake extremes,Speaking of futures -We hope to prevent.

Was Taught That Way.

My clan lineage,Down this particular branch?Remains endangered,At best.Destined towards extinction,At worst.Maybe it's better that way?Not sure.Wanted to leave worlds better,Than I found them.Was taught that way.Not sure which teachings remain good.Which stay bad.Everything in between.

Idiots Rule The World.

Dead Internet Theory -To Hyperinflation.Dot Com Bubble -To 2008. Idiots rule the world. Keeping populations stupid,Uneducated,Indoctrinated by religion -Party politics. Ugly despicable truths.Christian Nationalism -To modern genocide. Humanity:Are we past redemption? Lost forever...

Degen Shit.

Headbutt methodologies.Baseball bat justice.Playing at vigilantism,hot cross buns Sheepish grins,After being caught out at sinning.The relief that came of never caring,Ever again. Standing on top of the world,Yet again.As if it was anything other than a regular day. Degen shit.Worse.

This Poem Is A Safe Place.

This poem,Is a safe place.Holding community,In the palm.Consensual respect.Our queer butch lesbian elders,Trying to help raise,Us fucked up kids.Devoid of any loving family.They showed us,How to hold space -In kindness,A listening ear.Circle after circle.There is an inherent hope,In what our...

Which Midnight Haunting, This Time?

Which midnight haunting,This time?Who'll I encounter in lonely dreams?Craving simplest of physical intimacies.Any group vanishes,Before long.Gone with a turn.Instant.That's how I know the monsters are coming.Be it horde,Or colossus.I write midnight poetry,Weaving spells,To find solace.

Scatter me.

Scatter me skyward,To blue heaven above,Red dusk horizon endings,My time will come.Scatter me from the summit,To frenzy in the winds,As my soul would want.I will settle to rest,Across rivers and valleys,Seeds will sprout from my ashes,There’ll finally be a peace.