Digging logging road ditches at 11.

Digging logging road ditches at 11.

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.

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A Chance To Grow Strong!

A Chance To Grow Strong!

Rampancy.Madness Incarnate.Seething with restrained avarice;Holding back Infinite Hunger,With mild disdain.Sisyphus was granted in death,What I keep failing at in life.Shitty Monk.A Chance To Grow Strong!Opportunity.Sometimes the strain gets me,Though.Snaps & cracks of a ragged body.

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In Tandem With Life.

In Tandem With Life.

"We Exist Together Now,2 Corpses,1 Grave."Fuck drolling meter.Played at Sonnet Races,Romance Entropy & Death,In Tandem With Life.Joy.Laughter.Not now fool I was.More foolish with age.White hairs too young,Prompting joy.No grey,Eh?We go straight to white.30.Bell Curves.Bonus Time!!

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Fuck that.

Fuck that.

Do they want free poetry or prose?Or do they just see another mark?Someone to buy or sell,As per endless shills.Capitalism tires me -Never trust interest in my work,As it frequently turns to marketing.Buy my art!Invest in this totally not-a-scam crypto!Subscribe!Comment!Like!Fuck that.

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Old Comforts.

Old Comforts.

Former Drama Teacher.Ex Slam Poet.Long Ago Logger.Cryptid Witch.World Serpent. Titles,Are meaningless.Can wipe my ass with both degrees,'Ere turn wasted pennies & memories,To stone. Sometimes,When Weaving Words:Remember stage lights.Slam Poet,Or Actor. Out?Void.Dark. Old Comforts.

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margarine as longboard bearing lube

margarine as longboard bearing lube

made that mistake twice:once,margarine as longboard bearing lubetwice,differential fluid on my bike chainmotherfucker reeked fer weeksseek bleak streaks of unlucky trucksSpeed Wobbles Suck.Ask How I Know.Bailing Into Rolls -Mostly -Road Rash In Excess.Removed My Skin.Many,Many Times.

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Goodnight; Void. #81006

Goodnight; Void. #81006

Goodnight;Void.Entropy.Death.Life.Rot.Bones.Steel.Rust. Ebullism;Exhale.Wait.Atmosphere,Inhale.Muffled sound around you,In hazes of escaping gases.Reeking Of Kerosene.Gasoline.Diesel.Diff Fluid.Crude.Tar.Asphalt.Bitumen.Kind Polluting Our Shores.

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“Fight For The 49th.”

“Fight For The 49th.”

This Motherfucker.He don't stop tweeting 'bout Canada -Gonna get right told."Fight For The 49th."Shall I Become War Poet,Again?More Trauma,On Old Trauma.Like My Broken Drunk Grandfather.Our Clan:only famous for writing poems,then dying in some warGunned Down By Louisiana Conscripts;18.

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\\& other odd two degree separations. Curse?;

\\& other odd two degree separations. Curse?;

Goodnight,Void.Hark.Looming Midnight,Hundred memories -Damn Grandfather Clock.Dozens flood back,All at once.Learning to count,In () haunted chimings.Great Aunt & Uncle;Both Dead,Now.kids taught once , lived there long after -\\& other odd two degree separations.Curse?;feeds me?

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Capital R.

Capital R.

Can't Fight.Refuse.Swore Vow Of Pacifism,Over Decade Ago.Even if Sport;Is one exception -Double-Demisexuality;Mirrored Fractals,Forever:Twisting Shape Like Some Dreams.if you want to fight me -i've to love you firstTherefore you need Romance me.Capital R.These scars didn't come cheap.

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Pissing Rain As You Read – These Very Frozen Thoughts.

Pissing Rain As You Read – These Very Frozen Thoughts.

Fuck, Bud!Dontcha kno?Second Most Prolific Poet,Hails From PNW.Ex-Hick Logger,Eh?Pissing Rain As You Read -These Very Frozen Thoughts.I lie in my bed.Now you're sondering too deeply.Back up a smidge.Are ya high, bud?Don't wear a rain jacket,Sometimes.Embrace feeling raindrops,On skin.Better than...

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Teal With Ancient Silt.

Teal With Ancient Silt.

These Woods Exude Fear.My Forests Release Power.Drunk like fresh glacier runoff,Teal with ancient silt. BOOK.THE BOOK!This tiny empty book;We'll fill together -My love.1 Poem At A Time.2 Sides,Front & Back.A Rule I Levy,You'll Never Even Know. Barefoot.Dirty,Calloused Bottoms. x

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Granted I Was Very Old; When He Just Started Out.

Granted I Was Very Old; When He Just Started Out.

Remain Beast Of Numbers.Not Triple Nines,Perhaps;Quantitative Data.Quick Enough,To Sign Deals With The Devil.Granted I Was Very Old;When He Just Started Out.Watched -Perched on my summits.Gnawing on infinite eyes,& white-feathered wings.Melting infinite rings,In my forge -For axeheads.

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Imperative? Or Indicative?

Imperative? Or Indicative?

Are some clever enough?To know Soliloquy from Poem,Or Curse to Manifesto.Ancient Rituals,Carved into my hearts,All 9 of them.Gathered Kindly;Sewn In Place.Enough Eyes.From Enough Things.why stop at arachnids,when all realities are ripe, FOR OUR PICKING. Imperative?Or Indicative? None.

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i dont care

i dont care

Walking corpse like the rest of them.Fighting to be better,Than I was yesterday. Tired of being ignored.As if I'm not good enough,To even walk same dirt.Hillbillies looking down on degrees. Crabs In Fucking Buckets.SUCH INFERNO FURY,Could Crab Bake The Lot Of Them. No. i dont care...

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Infinite Metaphor Railgun.

Infinite Metaphor Railgun.

Cunning,Clever,i care notreducing myself backto base language only peers deserve my best Crabs in the bucket?They can all rot. Come from riversides,Covered in rotting salmon. Memorized that stench. Shakespearean Airs;Annoy Me. Give Me Milton,Coleridge,Endless infinite hungry maws. I caress the...

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Goodnight, Void # 1529

Goodnight, Void # 1529

Goodnight,Void.Time Ticking Down.Racing Against A Clock.What else is new?Death Clock.Alarm Clock.Doomsday Clock.I rail against many hourglasses.Thank Dylan Thomas -For that.Maybe Whitman was right.In excess…Containing Multitudes:Multiplying exponentially,Until bursting at our seams.

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Seven of Clubfoot Inverteds.

Seven of Clubfoot Inverteds.

This tiny little book.Shall Become Labour Of Love.Pouring self into it,As I am now,Not as I was.Skeletons in my closet,Are my dead selves.Thousands of corpses,Playing decompositions in tarot cards,Seven of Clubfoot Inverteds.Piles used to catch fire,Just from existing.Heat.PressureRot fueling...

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The Pickup Truck Diaries: “The Second Most Prolific Poet In History” & Goal Setting.

Let’s start this edition of The Pickup Truck Diaries with a rhetorical question: “How does one go about achieving the goals they’ve set for themselves?” I’ll give you a few minutes to pause and think about that. Most folks have already started churning their brains into realistic “brass tacks”...

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,...

McRae’s MTG Corner: The Rainbow Bible. (AKA The Rukarumel “Gay Pirates!” Tribal Tribal CEDH Primer.)

WARNING: This piece clocks in at 62,000+ words. It currently holds the record for longest "CEDH Primer" ever written. (Although it's more like a textbook or resource guide to Tribal Archetypes, and Rainbow/5c Magic, really.) It is over half the size of my sci fi books. Please remember to drink...

McRae’s MTG Corner: Tempo For Dummies (Especially For Commander.)

Aight, we back yet again. Somehow in my long years of being an L1 Judge and Modern and EDH player, I had never realized that learning tempo in Magic The Gathering is a rather visceral experience, in that you learn experientially. For the layman, that means that you have to learn that deep sense of...

McRae’s MTG Corner: Siloing CEDH & EDH

Ew, I got CEDH in my EDH… Today we’re here to talk about power levels in the casual commander format, as well as how to encourage better CEDH & EDH play by more carefully separating the two formats despite their strange interwoven nature. As a “retired” L1 Judge for Magic: The Gathering, I’m...

Merely A Speaker Of Prophecy.

Lower your weapons,I am neither friend -Nor foe.Merely a speaker of prophecy.A wayward cryptid,Fallen from grace millennia ago.When I slew my fellow god-kin,During Ragnarok.Believe me,I know my weakness.Show me the way.Feeding on this ichor,Black venom I retch,Spitting venom,Drinking poison.How...

Should\\n’t Be.

I'm pleased with this midnight poem, failing at quantity fifty fifty. Perhaps I should\n't be. Longer than others, it still fails as according to the greatest of my goals. Sheer quantity. Prolific shall be synonymous with my clan, but for one moment? I poured myself into a poem with...

Black Dirges, Dark Portents.

These hallowed prayers,Are unorthodox,To say the least.Whispered sermons,To specific ideas.Gods are such silly things,Attached to beliefs of…Omnipotence.Falsehood on display.Refuse to worship false idols.Including your abrahamic god.Or any one,Of the hundreds that came before.Only pray to...

Only My Hollow Gaze, Contemplating Nothing.

Enough.Void,For once I will not bid you goodnight.There comes an Infinite Void.Speed Of Darkness;Ever Changing.Why race towards Entropy,If you aren't trying to create a Metaphor?One powerful enough to kill it.No Goodnight.Or Good Morning.Only my hollow gaze,Contemplating Nothing.

Darker Secrets

Let us wander,Through histories,And memories.Pluck the fruit!A peach,Here.A cherry,Here.Let good come,From bad things.Never let it repeat. Slaughter!Cried the lamb.Please fetch me the guillotine,I shall wheel it into the square,And walk away.I am not one for blood -Metaphor or figure,I see it in...

Dead Ringer For A Sinner.

Dead ringer for a sinner, you say? Shall I pray? Drink paint thinner at dawn? Wait to die like the three-pace count of a duel drawn? I chuckle at your inevitability even as my knees buckle under me. I’ll die unholy, yet free. Perhaps an amalgamation of sins is in order, or shall we scavenge dinner...

Hanlon’s Razor.

HANLON'S RAZOR.Much more dangerous than Occam's.Stupidity & Ignorance;An infection upon Humanity.Brain drain,To defunding public ed.All a meticulous task by Oligarchs,Or Governments:Make your populace so stupid.So moronic.They can't organize,Fight back,Or even know what's going on!

An Immediate Response, To Myself.

An immediate response,To myself:They do not see the universe,As you do.Foolish cryptid.You perceive all of existence -As a wash of atoms.Systems nestled within systems.Mortality assured.The Brutal Calculus.Brutal,Yes.But also unending.Food chains,Chemistry,Bacterial growth.All.

Midnight Poems.

Midnight poems,For decades.Weeping essences,Shadows & darkness -Seeping from every pore.Know I cannot love,Properly.As distant as I am from my fellow man.Lost in orbit,Silent Observer.Cryptid.The oldest wisdom.Calling across entropy itself,Saying goodnight,To the void,Most midnights.

Non-Stop

We're tired.Fighting for our lives.Non-Stop.For Decades.All to survive -Damned:Any notion of Thriving!Starved.Every way but bellies,Living off peanut butter toast,Cereal,Packaged noodles.Clawing forth.Faceplanting Forwards.We lived!Barely!By clenched teeth,& cracked nails.So tired.

Entropy In Excess.

Some of us are aware of how precarious,We all are.Especially after folks became incarnations.Shiva or some such.Don't need a thousand arms,Or punches,To beat ya.Just a glare.Backed by weights of multiple universes,Mass Density of Willpower.Backed by An Infinite Hunger.Entropy In Excess.

Laughing At The Names Of All The Foes We Vanquished.

The Lurker Below.The Flood.Laughing at the names,Of all the foes we vanquished!Dozens of titles,Reduced to dust & ashes.Who do we become,When we run out of enemies?No more trials,Or challenges.Serenity is overrated.Give me thrill of competition,Instead!Let me play,Against others.

Only Crooked Moon & Ilk, As Witness.

Sitting in dense humid fog,Close to zero.Smoking one,Writing Poems To The Void.Nothing.My Everything.Maker I Never Wanna Meet -Yet tell The Void Goodnight,Only Crooked Moon & Ilk,As Witness.Not even them,So hidden my Easter Egg Allusions.Ten Walls Of Audiences,Multiversals In Bloom.

Pour Me A Fucking Glass Of Hemlock.

Pour me a fucking glass of hemlock,So I can play piss-poor imitations of Socrates -Or blather on like Gaiman.Teeth showing.Red stained.Blood,Or wine?My tattoos are graffitied,White scars:Biking accidents,Hard temporary life logging,Other sins,Suicides.New kinds of poet.Keep up,Now…

Silence.

Silence,My oldest friend.Funny,In how I try to drown it out,With white noise.Or music.Something so close,To the heart.A thing that drives me crazy.I am wanting.Yet -I also keep failing.I want success,Power,Wealth,Means,Ends.Silence is all that answers.