Tell me no secrets,'Cause then I have to keep them -To my graves.Metaphor Or Literal.Truth Is Sacrosanct,But Silence Is Golden.Learning Golden Moments,By Holding Quiet Space For Contemplation.Could teach you a million lessons,Simply in proximity.But it's 'bout how you'd choose to use 'em.
collecting titles like tombstonesForget-Me-Not."Remember Me."Reverberating in a chorus of echoing,Overlapping voices,Across time.Reality Is Harsh.So Remain Harsher.What's a fucking title worth?Cannot eat paper.These self reflections?History'll remember.What's bearing a soul even worth?
Which Ends;To Which Means,Again?Anonymity,Fame,Both just means to me,Never ends.Prefer former,Because you can't undo latter.Something about cats & bags.Let Us Out!No.These Thousand Selves.Chained to marble floors,Drifting up to taut,Drowned,When crystal clear water floods our room.
No,Don't celebrate christmas anymore.Too much capital-t Trauma.Holidays were always expectations.You did what they wanted.So they did what they wanted.Love is somewhat foreign to me still -Hermit Guru Evermore,No Raven To Quote Me Hoarse.Poe.Bastard only wrote 50 Poems.Just another day.
Thunderous Applause.To hear it is to know mob mentality.Chanting names of gods or men.All just food,At end of the day.THE GREAT FOOD CHAIN EVER HUNGERS.Microbes To Plankton,Viruses Or Water Bears.Nigh Immortal,Unlike You & I.gods,Become kinetic energy -stored as fat,as any carnivore
Christmas Day To Me,Is Just Another Day.Excommunicated Immediate Family;Thriving Better Because Of It.No Killers,Addicts,Fools,Ignorant Fuckheads,To speak down to me anymore.FAMILY?THOSE ARE PEOPLE,THAT TEAR YOU APART,RIGHT?GASLIGHT YOU INTO MISERY?!?No,Sans Abuse -Alone is better.
Gentlemen,I've a tisket,Tasket,Whole pic-i-nic basket,Yogi or BooBoo,Taking Literary Legends,Smashing them like atoms,Into 1900s Zeitgeists.My Poems Are More -Than 168 In Number.Free Verse,Unshackled,Unlike A Sonnet,Or Limerick.No Letters Per Line,To Rhyme By,Like Fucking Children.
Roiling Dervish,Wind,Stone,Rain.Everything but fire,Which we used metal & oil to create.To devour wood.To make metal.An endless cycle I might never,Have escaped.Cryptid of the woods -Fled the forests.Glamours thrown up with care;Too queer for most.Bastion.Tempest.New/Old Stories.Who can say...
Your Gods Don't Exist.Either 'cause they never did to begin with,Or 'cause I ate 'em all.Synthesized faith into freedom,Escaped Dogma & Indoctrination. But you love chains.Enjoy a taste of mud,Upon boots you lick. Can only save ourselves;From that Hive Mind of ignorance. Hear:It's...
Fahrenheit 451:To Bradbury's Credit,Ends hopeful.I?Raised;Coastal Salish Cultural Worldviews…Oral History makes sense.Memory.Storytelling,More potent than paper.The End?Guy Montag Learns To Storytell:Memorizing great stories.Memories.Histories.Kept safe against flames,In our minds.
Forgotten:Many lines or thoughts.Not written down:Thus lost forever.Thinking:In excess.Forever:The Infinite Hunger.Greater:Than I could ever be.Gargantuan:Leviathan, beyond what I can contain.Frail Body:Meat. Bone. Gristle. Fat.Our Legacy:Shortsighted stupidities.Fate:Extinctions.
Reptilian Origins,Or perhaps back to LUCA,In eras of Rust formation en masse.Banded Iron Formations As Textbooks =Handy Cross-Sections Of Prehistory.Who,Me?Indie Underground;Nobody wants to hear,What I have to say!I just want knowledge.Education.A more intelligent,Self-aware species.
Stayed my own executions:But am I merely laying down…A different sentence?Instead of dying in the dark alone -Imbibing whole bottles of pills,Failing.Have I merely decided:Burn out bright?Entropic Truths.Am I shopping at pyres?Fires to self-immolate;To use myself as fuel for progress.
Beaten down so oft:We were fearless.Dissociational existences.No "Me" anymore.Killed my old dead selves,Myself.But a lack of Fear,Is hardly a benefit.Standing up to anyone;Against injustice,Isn't how this broken capitalist oligarchy,"Works."Bigger men.Bigger wealth.I'll fight them all.
Clothes Maketh The Man?Then let me run naked,Through forests.Shame alchemized into survivalisms,As if my childhood wasn't just that:Barefoot jaunts through wilderness,Lucky to be wearing a shirt.Left to roam wild,Neglected.Encountering wildlife,As yet another animal,Not Apex Predator.
Entropy Always Wins.Humans Can't Stop It,Fight As I Might -In Love & Hate.Self Reflection,Self Awareness,Constant Practices Over Decades.Finding Peace.Learning To Romance Enemies.Supervillains Playing At Lovers.Enlightenment In Madness;Hermit Guru Upon The Mountaintops."Get Famous?"Nah.
Maybe I'll publish the month remaining,On Christmas Day.Stupid gifts -To a species that reviles me.Hate their traditions,Insofar as they represent much more.Religious indoctrinations,For two millennia.Cold Iron Ball & Chain -Around the ankles of Humanity.Wish to see,Our truest potentials.
Sleep.Wake.Sleep.Wake.Our Failing As Human,Shared with most blooded vertebrates.Myself,Cursed more than most.Frequently needing twelve hours,Just to feel functional.Is it a side effect?Of my strange neuro-chemistry?Freak.Retard.Fag.All the slurs I've been called.Sleep.Wake.
No More Culling Rituals.Force Of Will,Playing True.Always Forgetting The One.For Decades.Supercomputer,Or that shitty Jack Black Panda Turtle.Hell,Dumb Disabled Logging Family Kid.I cannot lie,Unless joking.I'm guilty.Guilty.I chose this Pygmalion Complex.Laid Flowers,Upon Graves.Wept for...
Chains wreathed round each forearm.Digging logging road ditches at 11.Rusty Spike Coated In Heavy Metals,To My Guts At 17.Third An Eyebrow Gone,From Running Full Sprint -Into Metal Doorframe.Apples, Weed, Allen Ginsberg.Was a fool back then.Baba:Still an old Fool now.Hermit Guru Or Not.