Drive-Thru Lady told me I was nice.Lady;You have no idea the abuses I've suffered.There's obvious reasons,I treat service staff -Like fucking Human Beings.Been one myself many times.There's a reason I always tip 15% -When prompted.I hold more solidarity with them,Than any executive.
Goodnight,Void.Tonight,Not-knit one cryptid -Baskets fulla children's bones.Roaming furry hominid,Traipsing woods & forests,In plaid.Black Moly Grease stained clothes.Nice clothes.Work clothes.No clothes.More clothes.Process.Are ya flirtin' with me right now?Because it's working,Eh?
Tears;Disgusting snorts.Our fragile selves.Dead Selves we sometimes cradle,Regret for deaths ensued.Cannot revive the dead.Only the living.Such is circles of things.I'm not dead yet.Try as life might,To kill me.Want to drag out my inevitable end,Until bittersweet one liners -Guillotine.
Break upon these shores " - ---The Madness Comes & Goes,Like A Wave,, z- slowly pulls me back to -out to Memetic.Infohazard.Cognitohazard. Sweeping Reality Aside.Until It Remains,Becomes Just You & Me. //\// Reckon?Or Reckoning?Wide Eyed Terror.Thrust Upon The Psyche. ... wewithstand...
Forget everything you knew.Again.Forget everything you knew.Again.Pause.Wait out the frozen time for perhaps,A year at most.Forget everything you knew.Again.I'm not who I was.You're not who you were.Different fates,Timelines crossing paths,Only to break effortlessly more.Pause.Again.
Sitting in darkness,Learning lessons as we always do,Until we die.Sometimes same ones ad nauseam,Until we go mad.'Til we fracture.Break apart at our seams.Headphones fall out of the touque,She knit me.Loose & ragged.Intended as a blue sailor's beanie.Turned slouch,Perfect for bald.Going out...
Fat 'ol buddha on a bench,Wench Block Patrol,World Conquest Daydream Team -Goals. Holes in one?Fuck finesse -I digress;Take my word son -Wouldn't like my ghosts.Teenage girls & convicts.Loved them wrong all the same shame,Absence there in waiting. Hating is easier,Suppose.Rose.Taming.
Remain with me a moment,Old Lady.No.Gotta go.No time for dead selves -When I became nameless.Old scars remain,From old bodies.Old Selves.Ones we wept over,As we broke their necks.Metaphor remains a deadly weapon,But a rather feeble shield.But meat & bone needs no shield.It cannot last.
Sitting on this park bench,In the deep fog.Mixing smoke & ashes -With the mists.This is sadly no dream:But can remain a spell.Headlights in the dark.My orange cherry drinking in the photons.Shirley.This summoning is for you,To resurrect your crass wit.Dry humors.From the Alzheimers -We'll both...
"Prolific."Note I've never said "Greatest."Not Across 4000 Poems."Far as Humans go. Far as I know.""Didn't expect to break Silver - Just 5 Years."Over halfway.Golden Corpse Of Bradburne,Left.Crazy Religious Bastard;Lived Amongst Sufferings Of Leprosy.I pass him,That make me the mad one?
Tiny Violins.Leopards,Meet Face.Eat It.Vote For It.Wonder What Went Wrong."I feel like I'm taking crazy pills!"(Nah, boring shit like antidepressants.)Are These Rig Pigs Stupid?Good Question.Can't jerk Trump off with one hand,Yelling about Tar Sands;When BRICs get thrown with another.
Fuck this.Was gonna do stir fry & rice.Instead,In glorious Gluttony:Steak & Eggs.Using meat as meat,Sans fillers.One day I might even be able,To eat a Tomahawk,One every week!Highly doubt it.But maybe!Dare to dream of feast -Instead of our eternal famines.Holodomor;On through.
More celebrities.More voices to drown out the quiet,With massive audiences,To control Zeitgeist. Been fighting the mainstream,My whole life.But no matter where I go -It doggedly chases me,Shoving itself down my throat. Subculture dreaming.Alternative Existences.Don't want "normal."Ever.
5 Mins Left.Lunch Break Poetry To Save The World.Cartoon Supervillain Witticisms:Some sass,Smarm,Coyness,Crassness,'Cause Supervillains -Aren't supposed to save the world!They conquer it!Cognitive Dissonance Ablaze!Heroes are all dead,Kid.Somebody had to step up.Grudgingly;Or Not.
Always does.They thought divine rights of kings,Were unassailable in thy time.Mere hundred plus years,Came French Revolution Guillotines.Swore myself to Pacifism,Bard.Knowing far too much of violence.But I see the utilities of a guillotine,In defending against fascists,Like Musk or Trump.
Some weeks you get a mix.ADHD Tax:Engine Oil Cap Replacement: $60.Drove away sans replacing it.Wrap, Forgotten On Desk At Home: $15.Taken From Fridge,Left At Room Temperature,Of Course.That's just two, in one week.Yet.Woke up early today,Worked out in the morning for the first time.Workout had...
Arts Of Soul-Kindling;By Old Hag.Some Baba.Nameless Clan Witch;Northern Highland Tribes.Find Ashes.White.Clean.Carbon As Carbon Can Be.Sulphur.Saltpetre,Derived From Literal Shit Farming.Bosch.Mixing Soil To Produce Nitrates.Anarchist Wisdoms,Sans Cookbook.Ammonium Nitrates From Air.
Goodnight -Voids.O-Two-ne,Good Abyss,Deserves Another.Hell Paid Prices -Far Steeper Than I.Preference.Enemies of scale,Of worth,Will be my undoing.Source Of Power.That fatal femme fatale flaw.Cartoon Supervillains,In all their glory.The Infinite Hunger.My Drive.Bottomless Emptiness.
Lucidity Attempts,Across Dreamscapes,Still resulting in strife.No matter how hard I fight.How many silent mantras I chant.Defeating my nightmares -As project -Remains several decades in dreaming,Across many an aspect.Perhaps simple recitals will work.Maybe one day.Nightmares;Until Then.
"The fuck?""Tha mean, 'the fuck?'""Impossible."This Again.Possible Beyond One Scope Or Scale,Does Not Guarantee Victories -Via Other Angles.Z-Axis Shenanigans."Do A Barrel Roll!"On Infinite Loop In Our Heads.Not Enough Games Per Strike Suit Zero.Acceleration & Velocity Vectors,In Excess.