ptsd (12/31/2015)
the bitter soapsting
of measuring spiders
eyeing them up
by dinner plates
As if one day I'd be eating next to them
Those jumping wingclippers
of the afterlife
Thursday 31st December 2015 4:33 pm
Jack the Chaser (12/30/2015)
Flexed, tightened leather
second skin to none
abraided by the pounding dunes
gaze-burned in by setting suns.
cactus juice and guzzoline
books bound in human skin
lovesplit, explicity and obscene
loyal to the laughing kin
where law is lead-lined majority
powder-talk where rule is skipped
stranger-king's dplority
Big-iron holstered on his hip
rewritten tumbleweeds will tell
of glo...
Thursday 31st December 2015 4:09 am
Stephen Furst 0342 (12/29/2015)
Meeeeeeep
>Hi
What are you doing up?
>Um I am awake.
>That's really the only reason. And me eyes are just sort of making tears for no reason
>so that's sweet.
I am wipe and loving you
>um ok
>How was work
I am drunk. Tracy is a dick.
>Why
Bcuz I had a lot of shots
>Tracy is a dick because you had a lot of shots?
Oh lol Hahahahaha
She's a dick bcuz she has to be a ...
Tuesday 29th December 2015 8:57 pm
Long Light City (12/27/2015)
Sirens: howling urban coyotes
making quick trails to the wounded
and slow to the dead.
You think the city eats you up, but really, it's just you instead
wearing the face of yesteryears
floundered in dollar store whiskey
dirty dishes, midnight tears
crying up and insisting
that you're a boiled husk
a trail gourd filled with bad stories
And a drink to never sate
a thirst what never belo...
Sunday 27th December 2015 3:11 pm
bluelit 2 (12/23/2015)
x.
If I laid next to you right now, my lips would find your throat, gentle and dreamlike between your breaths as not to free you from good dreams.
x
my legs would coil and cradle around you, inching you closer, settling like sediment against me, perfectly warm, and my arms would slide up your sides so I could feel you stirring.
x
and my heart would break, shiver and shatter
when your moan ...
Wednesday 23rd December 2015 1:29 pm
azucar grim (12/20/2015)
In for a penny, in for a pound; into the casket, into the ground.
it's all bones, down here. it's all dancing and all watching. it's all lipless smiles and the endless, unrelenting sound of a thousand woodwind chimes as we march, weightless, t'ward the incredulous glow of ember.
Hell's a lot more fun than they promised you in catholic school, albeit a little more routine.
what i'm trying t...
Tuesday 22nd December 2015 1:25 am
Left 2 (12/13/2015)
'why i am the way i am? you had a choice, and you chose betrayal. i am an old man giving up dying pieces of history. There's fewer and fewer survivors trustworthy enough to hold them with me. so i'll hold em to myself until im cooling in a six foot hole, shaped like january, by myself and for myself.
I loved you; I loved the man I thought you were. I thought you were my brother, but now I see y...
Monday 14th December 2015 1:12 am
to sleep (12/13/2015)
smaller, and smaller
secret like a bruise
crushed, dried, and pressed
keeping pages sealed away
of whats never to be read again.
sleeplessness:
true vacancy and void
To wither and to writhe
stained and buried
dug up, shaken in sacrilege
dreams exhumed, breathlessly
by merciless graverobbers
engorged on paradise
smaller and smaller
spiralling and tracing
abyssal cosmos and frayed f...
Monday 14th December 2015 1:11 am
☲
here's a story of where these marks came from
scribbled here by hometown pens
upon our mirrored cheeks
laid to rest in permanence: impermanence
spared by pride: by iron and oil
sealed with blood, and ink, and pain:
my familiars, just a tattoo gun away.
interesting phrase:
self-excommunication.
self-emancipation
self-immolation
color me synonymous, helium.
open me and take only w...
Tuesday 8th December 2015 6:30 am
cynicism (11/25/2015)
when I talk to hippies;
'there's evil in this world.'
'sure.' I'll humor it.
If you're my ex, I'll call you on new years.
if you feel used, don't worry. I do too.
There's no feeling worse to me than being flirtatious or coy or fun with someone (any sort of connection that gives you that little nervous, electric spike of adrenaline when you lock eyes with them a half second too long) unti...
Monday 7th December 2015 6:56 am
iceberg (12/06/2015)
icy freedom cracks the hull
death's ode screeching to a hault
i named the ratchet in my skull
"Stillbourne Small, the catapault"
found wading in marshy bogs of chuke
saved by crows and carrion alive
woven by blood and the almighty nuke
seeds from whence i was derived
perfect gods and perfect men
can't live outside their pastel pens
there's work to do: the dirty, the wet
and i haven...
Sunday 6th December 2015 3:43 pm
hope you can guess my name (11/29/2015)
a gaze that pierces veils
of iron curtain tragedy
the weight of painkillers
it all presses in like a phalanx of soviet states.
rolling thunder, blurred and blistered
shame as dull as anything else
anti-focus and step-sisters
ground up and bottled by the pound.
it looks like it's made of marble
but really it's just convincing glass
hewed by two-sided buyers
protesting your front doo...
Wednesday 2nd December 2015 2:07 am
there
cuttin daisy
oh, we gettin hazy
forgettin the trophy wives
paying in time, midnight tithes
pearly grins chasing irrespose
knife kept close to the table though
we're beginners to skullduggery
past the age of forty five
self-manager funeral the righteous ones
we're scandal like a saint suns
blood for iron
that's how we've always traded it
prove your worthlessness in a cage
earnt re...
Saturday 28th November 2015 1:18 am
lost compass magnet (11/22/2015)
sunlight breather,
gills for success
high on cold moon ether
blue ribbons tie the best
Marked and made for slaughter
Picked and packed for dollhouse daughters
I have known captivity in my escape
living in fleshy detritus (if you'd call me alive)
Paralyzing empty flashing printer lights
terror tears would carry us (abandoned by our tribe)
beacons on a sea of fast food bags and cowardic...
Sunday 22nd November 2015 8:42 pm
4300 (11/15/2015)
laying here, tipping the edge of hurt
living in precipies
a mongrel of our omniverse
an everything, an always
writhing in exquisite pain
limbs caught in quantum vibrato
love breaks me like a hurricane
'i can't do this anymore.'
fervic fluid fills my cheeks, bites my tongue and poison leaks
cleans me like vinegar
climbs me: i am a diving board
chokes me: i...
Sunday 15th November 2015 4:05 pm
John Wayne 1613 (11/05/2015)
sometimes I feel guilty for participating in the distraction culture circle jerk of facebook
sometimes I just want a cheap copy of what feels like people liking me despite it all just being selective avatars of internet celebrity expressing their appreciation of content I did not create
it's a plastic chase. it's plastic chess. You know? but sometimes I need it. Like how balogna scratches a ...
Sunday 8th November 2015 2:48 pm
Waiting on a locksmith
brittle 'no' like a teather,
riotous blood and dead weather,
steam and cog alike in Congress,
emulations of embrace, flipped sideways,
handshakes of covered mouths and scared, streaking mascara:
dyed sensuous, brimming with ruin and ruse.
regret: 'baby won't you be my muse?'
cold, deep as dark
spreading, sprawling climax
in a wardrobe of betrayed memories
stin...
Wednesday 28th October 2015 2:02 am
facebook feverbrush (10/25/2015) -- found
'anyone alive right now to feel like i'm like me?
next on the first
On an unfamiliar sting of betrayal to augment an even uglier truth to say anything, chaos stands apart, just.
not sure if i had an artist's lives.
i am but ain't paradise.
saw a guy literally know you
Lemonhart and coke
kind of ducked his throat; a legitimate dream.
album is pretty ok to nod off to, slowly. My lips are...
Sunday 25th October 2015 11:33 pm
Sick's Last Entry (10/21/2015)
sands through a sieve in my shape, with my name
sleeping fevered in my bed
tumbling inside out, choking
midnight daydreams to rest my weary head
reach out for that cooling glass of drink
fearful shaking, lifting anchors, creaking elbows
vignettes of nightmares left to rot and stink
permeating sickness smell, sweet and stale below
stiff as a board, light as a feather
begging for not to...
Wednesday 21st October 2015 9:56 am
to drown (10/10/2015)
fuck each other ugly
milkfed on an authors' arm
drip-bled from a tourniquet
tied ink ribbons end to end
swollen veins gone vericose
herniated heroes turned adipose
doctors' diets, beach bronze
catacombing self doubts
checking out of comfort food inns.
name me famous like an animal
namely maimous: Raw the Cannibal
pitbull terrier so terrible
but it's not the breed that bites
the po...
Saturday 10th October 2015 6:19 pm
waxwood prayer (10/04/2015)
Retired to a place where men die
old and comfortable by their favored brand of cigarettes,
burned themselves down and down into heroic coals
down and down , the flags of the fathers
ashes reigning benevolence over sons in memoriam
a tired, doomed sphere in the middle of nowhere,
dandered with bones and renamed home.
It's all just a place with a hearth for hearts
where these earned embe...
Monday 5th October 2015 6:00 am
heather (10/04/2015)
I knew you by the dew of beauty
hanging off of your too-familiar curves
paired venom on glistening fangs..
It's all too bright: its all too much like sunrise
Monday 5th October 2015 5:59 am
sequels to helena (10/04/2015)
the day the night went moonless,
a chorus cried out,
bleary eyed and tuneless,
us in our long shadowed innocence
never stood a god damn chance.
sticky lipped like vampires,
spinning drunk on changing tides,
bleary red chills: goosebump dances
(brushed with death to breathe alive)
yellow leaves in hearse rides.
Painting theromin by numbers,
feeling-hearing split and folded,
a snicke...
Sunday 4th October 2015 4:59 pm
vultures are good people with bad intentions (9/28/2015)
Man makes opportunity
Bleach boned gratuity
picking teeth in the blazing sun of ages
the weak are meat,
So the strong say as they eat
Atria strained and skein stretched,
bursting by design
this high tides earth inheritance
for the meek, the malign
those porous, jealous strangers
familiar high noon encounters
of a stilted, different kind
a familiar so close its alien
suspicions of an...
Monday 28th September 2015 1:53 pm
Scott Peterson 0000 (09/24/2015)
My home smells like sour and sweat,
post-partum regret
a quarter century flipped
for the malmanager's bet.
Prayers buried in letters,
asking for days that're better
but getting by on mediocre
life that doesn't hurt, but doesn't smile neither
mama cries when she don't understand my need for either
scrawling words when I'm feeling it
days and nights when we're spillin it
saliva and la...
Thursday 24th September 2015 2:04 pm
math 30 (9/22/2015)
i remember how small the world used to be, when I wrote the date on my floundering math papers as "today" in a desperate attempt to inject humor in front of the torrent of self-doubt and feelings of obsolescence that stood behind a mental velveteen rope. i remember a vignette pressing in on every aspect of my life as i continued to struggle with the numbers and expectations and what it might mean ...
Tuesday 22nd September 2015 7:40 am
letters from an alchemist (9/20/2015)
I've grown to know you
to need you
like a reigned-in blurred line
shaped in clay and fired in kilns
afraid more than most, of chasing you away.
'call me. I just need you issall.'
Nightchurch choir of wreckless closet love,
piles of scented skins
worn not as trophies but as friends
Wyrmwood;
life as an absinthian lover is hard as I pen your address
(the apartments everywhere that w...
Monday 21st September 2015 12:07 am
the ballad of the beartrap
A silhouette of sawback spines
Wisps of storms and dreams alike
Memory winding, surpentine.
23 floors;
a long time to reconsider
the one way street of hearts that wither
elevator sights in passing
a continent ready for glassing
frozen and inert in time
a glimpse of dawn by our design
48 stitches;
scalded and scarred man-made witches
maimed and renamed
reshaped into a willful lamb
...
Monday 7th September 2015 8:37 pm
part 2 (08/31/2015)
smoke spiralling toward a retired ceiling fan
long exhausted, still spinning
over shaded stucco,
worn and grey as home.
I'm remembering black lipstick, eyes locked
far away, at the peak of a phantom cathedral roof
built so much higher than this apartment
in a space between the cracks,
in a place of sunken, silent ships,
queued onwards and thru sonic trances
as the thought of midnight ...
Monday 31st August 2015 11:12 pm
ether shuffle prayer (8/30/2015)
Never really crooked
Never really straight
occupying a blissful vacuum
made up of the Gaussian blur
between frayed moral lines
sweet stucco speckle void of half-baked thoughts and premature prayers,
high on the milimeterse between lips
before a kiss against a stop sign.
No loitering
no littering
the cliche of cigarettes under a no-smoking sign
Devoid of meaning in the aftermath of p...
Sunday 30th August 2015 9:08 pm
motel (8/23/2015)
BLEED BLEED BLEED
soaked innit and spat out
a reign of fists and averted eyes
split from spine to stomach
stuffed back in with crime and malice
COWARDS--
DIE DIE DIE
a hate stamped thin with leather boots
prostetic burning incest, battering
spattering: spit and bile and semen
storms of slamming doors and midnight, smiling purges
BASTARDS---
FUCK FUCK FUCK
Lipstick theives of ruby ...
Sunday 23rd August 2015 8:10 pm
karaoke 3 (08/21/2015)
Pistolero,
a last survivor of mint and blood
awash with basin fresca lite
drunk on blood and mint
spinning down the drain
as one would circumvent the globe.
Hot air ballooons of vehemence
fuel burned for going notwhere
faster than the trigger fingers
of cooler hands and hotter heads.
the romance of retirement is wasted
on the young
joints aged by the artisans
talented in taking live...
Friday 21st August 2015 8:03 am
afterthought 2 (
when a conversation is like pulling teeth
stop.
unless you need a necklace that badly.
then i guess you can always talk to people about your necklace.
then i guess they wouldn't be able to say much back without their teeth.
there's a metaphor in there, somewhere.
but mostly I figure if you're the kind of person that only wants to talk about their faerie necklace, you're also the kind of ...
Sunday 16th August 2015 5:53 pm
lucky lager shuffle (08.16/2015)
the greatness of man
splitting the atom, cutting the earth
drawing invisible lines in the sand
divided to half-sate thirsts where you can
gunplay nicknamed firefighting.
for thine is the kingdom of blood and iron
destined to chase thy own heaving mass
across earth, scorched and buried
scarred and refit, adapted, rebroken, repurposed, rebuilt
re-rack the 8-balls into these gangs of guilt
...
Sunday 16th August 2015 5:49 pm
Ray Charles 0414 (08/11/2015)
Tuesday 11th August 2015 12:54 pm
Scott Peterson 2049 (08/09/2015)
As I lay here finding sleep
I found you in its stead
drifting down into the deep
breathing in molasses black
stretched out thin as cello wire
abyssal tides to rip us back
event horizon duality
cliffjumping back into my chest
miles back in this shell named home
shocked stockstill by my deafening breath.
You never were, and I never roamed
not once
not once to the ends of the earth
th...
Monday 10th August 2015 1:36 pm
first will prompt (08/09/2015)
gripped in hands so paper dry and thin
inscribed a letter, these words scrawled out within
so plain, so haunting, so sinister
so monumental to my mountain of shame and sin.
sealed and stamped, bearing no name
no return address, none to blame
but the matte page, moonbeam bright
from the hands and eyes of a confidant
shipped here from overnight
perhaps a bride was in mail order
gaining...
Monday 10th August 2015 5:18 am
why i don't mow my lawn (08/06/2015)
where the weeds grow in
crooked wicker thimbles
sideways in sin
but never wicked, only twisted
as the hole they were born in
taking the sunlight, hard and fast
for feast or famine, saving thirst for last
deeper roots, their greatest parts
growing harder when burned down
spiked and prickly, better learned
from life's hard lessons passed around.
In life they come and go
but in death --...
Friday 7th August 2015 6:09 am
Ray Charles 2428 (08/05/2015)
I've got this bad habit
keeping on to jagged relics
harboring oceans of stained, discarded pits
of long-consumed fruits
original sin lining my stomach
blocking my ventricles,
sliding over one another
Plates, reptilian and tectonic
thirsting for the wearing blood of old wounds
reopened in their passing.
I've got this bad habit
falling back, twisting and crushing
contorting backward, ...
Thursday 6th August 2015 12:14 am
echolocate (08/01/2015)
a magazine filled with glasnost bullets;
a body drawn in dots.
a truth cut deeper and harder
stillness painted in red and black.
placidity before pain
lucidity in the rain
washing away ten thousand drops of me
all bearing my name
none bearing my face.
Saturday 1st August 2015 5:26 pm
captain hook 0730 (07/24/2015)
Balogna and hot dogs are god's noble blue collar meats.
They get the ugly, thankless jobs that nature did until we killed her, outsourced her, crushed her with tank treads and replaced her with a miracle of soviet era automation designed by the germans, made by the chinese, shipped by once-proud thai peoples, assembled by grunting aussies, and handed off to the regular malcontentious beta male fa...
Saturday 25th July 2015 5:53 am
karaoke 2 (07/23/2015)
Jesus christ.
This crucifix is heavy,
leaden steps through the rehearsal
granted wishes: role reversal
twisted sisters; men of cloth
drawn to flame as man to moth
a panoramic curiosity
low-fi infidelity
delivered evil, picked and packed pieces
the familiar scent of me.
Friday 24th July 2015 6:24 am
haiku dump 1 (07/17/2015)
Amalagous spike
sitting white hot in my chest
hurts to know it's love
swilling the stars back
ebbing as the tides bleed through
beer ain't paradise
anonymity
living with no fingerprints,
no children in tow
so thin, so brittle
self-scribed autobiographs
littering sad shelves
Wednesday 22nd July 2015 10:02 pm
Napkin 4 (07/20/2015)
a breach of vacuum
will not always yield the vacuous
the same as how a void
is not described simply as emptiness
and antithesis
is not so easily made silent.
Tuesday 21st July 2015 2:18 am
Scott Peterson 2149 (07/17/2015)
My thumb is a fucking talon muthfukka
Uhm, IDK. Everyhing is basically the same with me. :/
>Churchill's imports also has van and cher coke. Closer than west ed. Also walkers chips.
>It's not necessarily a bad thing you know.
Well wtf why no one tell me dis?
How is that a good things
>Cause yuu aint' dead baby
At least dead would be something new.
>As they say
>To die would be ...
Saturday 18th July 2015 5:00 am
malignamania (7/17/2015)
laughing at your own jokes:
hellbound, hellhound
dying at the speed of sound
white picket fencepost
rustic words of glastnost
coldwar kids half-lived on lithium
swept away in chariots, swung low
taken away, stillborn to the medium
of red star paradise
blossoms filtered, drank on ice
the innocent and damned
synonymous, milked and fed
to the anonymous
lying laying monogamous
fueling br...
Saturday 18th July 2015 4:24 am
bar prayer 1 (07/08/2015)
12 hours elapse
Willfully, I've relapsed
shaking my conscious addictions to sleep,
turned to edges, looking over precipices
painted cocaine white
"...fuck it -- " as I breathe in deep
teeter forward,
break like green glass
in the weight of glasgow handshakes.
manic haze sets in concrete
and I'll beg you to leave your name on me,
carved into my wretched body
atop piles of bad history...
Wednesday 8th July 2015 7:38 am
stepson icarus I (07/03-05/2015)
there is so much to be consumed;
there is so much to consume you
the flame-licking candles of summer love
the zenith where bending over backwards finally breaks
shatters the sky you've met as limits
and you come tumbling down, breaking every branch
at first trying to climb back up
'I can fix this, I can fix this: I can be whatever you need me to be!'
then, trying not to fall so far
'Pl...
Sunday 5th July 2015 4:19 pm
hospital gown green (06/28/2015)
burnt bridges grown back by the flesh of sacrifice;
regrown and abraded: ground up as red obsidian
made for careless feet, tapping on solemn, hallowed ground
Bled dry and fed back to the living.
Sigh
so much time spent making noises
mouth-mimicks hiding treasure like a throat infection
coy as is want to do, need to be: my predilection
Parroting:
Insidious, obsidion, ponchus pilot myrmid...
Monday 29th June 2015 1:59 am
A Maui Closer to Home
'I dream, day and night, of becoming one of those invisible little saints; I dream of touching the world with my actions unseen, but their effects rippling for miles, as stalks bend by the grace of the wind.
Were it only so easy for my clumsy human hands to lift the hearts of a panorama.'
words to drive fast by,
cheap and fleeting with the windows down,
summer screaming in and the life ins...
Wednesday 24th June 2015 1:09 am
poutine chips are ok (06/22/2015)
watching what's trending
tickers ticking life away
brittle and pretending
pried off by news struck home today
shaky breaths, aerosolized and augmented
one more burner day, spending skeletons
losing memories, sentences segmented
just for another shot at the big score
promised to yourself years ago
under the spreading, sky blue tent
of your alter ego.
life is a study of how thin you...
Monday 22nd June 2015 8:20 am
Knell is actually a great word (6/21/2015)
Monday 22nd June 2015 2:21 am
malinsky common ground (06/14/2015)
nothing quite as trite and ironic, symbologic and iconic as describing the ires of consumerism and existentialism in equal parts panic and brave in an early afternoon mcdonalds dine-in.
parades of flipping cars done with a life's work of idle hands hardened by axe heads deadened to the screaming of crushed heads, paying a lifetime for vices, working graveyard shifts in daylight hours.
Dayligh...
Sunday 14th June 2015 10:09 pm
long light short shadow (6/10/2015)
Cheers,
to all my fellow one-trick ponies
as we spend our time scrabbling to the plateaus of rhinestone history
written by dreamers named liars
looking for the easy life.
until you all asked to marry me.
idle, better known as bridal
t'ain't the coupled life for me
as couples are and I'm to be: water and oil
sooner, I'd be drawn, ductile, into misery
thrashing for enlightenment,
gaspi...
Thursday 11th June 2015 3:55 am
run-on 1 (06/07/2015)
The weight of a veil meant for vain shoulders
pass onto me, through me
threw me like a bolt of crushed-quiet lightning in a board room,
scheming and festering, full of faces
with smiles too big and skin too tight.
This tribe is my brand to bear, now
straining my voice and stealing my air,
thin as their disconcerted expressions
painted on their sallow plastic sheet heads.
They look how I...
Monday 8th June 2015 1:48 pm
Cary Grant 2142
had this dream trying not to forget it so i'm writing it down you, me, and malinsky were driving down a country road. it was set up so two sort of realities were running at once. one where allan was driving in his bmw with me in the back and you riding shotgun, and another where we we were all standing in a loft somewhere, allan's foot on a pedal (the machine deadman switch from the wire machine a...
Friday 5th June 2015 6:51 am
karaoke (05/29/2015)
Sung: from rung to rung
whiskey-oiled voices
pushing the greats out of their graves
climbed out of styx asylum on day passes
overstaying through the night.
Folded vocal cords,
cannbalized from others sooner fallen
drunk like bravery,
screaming for enlightenment
up into darker skies, daring
spitting, spraying blood and scar tissue
one more friday to stave off death:
Hope is an opiat...
Friday 29th May 2015 7:13 am
Napkin 3 (5/23/15)
Veritas,
A partner in crime
blowback better days
bought in parts
instead of by the hour.
How alien:
touched mid-post, mid-text,
pyrex glass, winning
new old west.
a reign ended in splinters
busted in the heated crucible
of the apocalypse.
Yet here we are
survived, only by ourselves for certain.
never buried, close the curtain,
a history wrote by us as best
as best and brig...
Saturday 23rd May 2015 8:56 pm
Sweetheart in A-Sharp (07/28/2011)
Not really poetry but something I wanted to share from a while back.
'"You're the knife."
Words. Clumsy words. Taught to me by my father, and his before, and worn into my skeleton like a bad habit. This was a bad habit, and still is.
"Be the knife."
A hoarse whisper in the dark against the swinging, hanging light. Ten competitors, thirty spectators; all losers. Two in the middle. All my li...
Monday 18th May 2015 6:42 pm
Captain Hook
>Wb. How are you feeling?
-Disgusting. Pathetic. Exhausted.
-How is your night going?
>Bipolar, switchblades, exes, pending hatefuck. Save me from myself.
-We will make each other drown.
>Then the abyss it is, unbreathing with each others doom on our shoulders, held under the itchy palms of lottery destiny.
>We'll drown upright on the count of three, a gaze a thousand miles past due.
>1,
-...
Sunday 17th May 2015 4:45 pm
cleanup (05/17/2015)
'the crushing power of a tiny momento is something that I've always scorned, yet like stockholm syndrome my life is adorned with them. hung up around this room covered in lint and sweat-stains in places that I'll never look or touch again. waves upon waves of memorabilia, worthless if not for the weight of it on either side of my conscience from decades past, buried in layers like a trifle until a...
Sunday 17th May 2015 10:23 am
Solicitation (05/16/2015)
'In my past I'd get day drunk and share secrets, unsolicited and unwanted with pretty strangers. Not the fun kind, either. Not the kind you'd tell at parties between sips of margaritas, giggles, and flushed cheeks.
No, I'd tell them the secrets that would be the bile boiled out of my bones if you went to make graverobbers' soup out of my body, sent mangled, scarred, and weeping off a hundred tho...
Sunday 17th May 2015 2:01 am
Mirror Prayer 2 (5/16/2015)
am i a narcissist if i should admire
the way i'm cobbled together
a microcasm of how things have lived so far
hairy wreaths stuck out, pointing in all directions
like competing Polari
begging blindly, plainly, loudly
screaming in hyperbole and hypochondria
swallowing and wallowing in knowing, scathing hypocriticism
cutting deep as a saw, running back and forth
machete-pacing to the tune o...
Sunday 17th May 2015 1:53 am
table scraps 2306 (05/07/2015)
dach zafoe
the cutting, the cunning ironist
the bulletproof monotheist
of megalomania bought in bulk
dollars a pound-- bervatim chokes
on words too big and concepts narrow
slow lips and fast thoughts,
getting by selling spare bone marrow
outsourced and infamous
faceless and nameless
praying at a telephone booth
halfway to damnation
calling collect on debts you don't owe me
can't owe ...
Friday 8th May 2015 6:19 am
slush time pun (05/06/2015)
Thursday 7th May 2015 5:40 am
Danny Nucci 0637
Broooooooooooooooooooooo
>Yooooooooooooooooooooo
>Sup hero?
Just monday ing. Haven't text in a while, so now is the time! Sup with you?
>Stuck in traffic. Had a bad day in the kilts so im gonna eat some chicken with my hands
That seems like an appropriate reaction. Whole chickens or just the parts that make them airborne?
>As much of em as possible, condusive to flight or not.
Haha, good a...
Tuesday 5th May 2015 1:41 pm
Napkin Kiss 2 (05/03/2015)
Hate and Spite
a vignette red-eyed veil
dimly lit by liquor bottles,
cheekbones warmer than waxy panama wood
where i carved your name more than once.
We were clean then.
back before you knew my bones,
learned how I lived by taking up
that little vacancy beneath my skin.
Til the day an eviction notice came.
Til the day I flooded the spiritual basement and ruined all your vinyl:
your c...
Monday 4th May 2015 5:19 am
wallance hunting bastard tartan prayer (4/30/2015)
ye rest not
and do not cry for the departed
the driving rain bears no sympathy
for the spiritually destitute,
nor the broken hearted.
the lost and found carry
the same umbrella
woven with holes
for our hands to do their want and will
as fencers thrust and parry
as a whore simply loved too wreckless
as the drunkard just tries to spin
keeping quartz with a heavy draught of life
a...
Thursday 30th April 2015 1:52 pm
freudian slip sheet (04/26/2015)
breaks the ayre waves,
tidal-powered pools
dried, applied on graveyard days.
make me painted brave,
a white ghost haunting,
hunting for a resting place
gilded and gliding,
rankless and writhing
chained up to the tides of better ways.
coming, going, lapsing and lapping
pleased as a summers day
to soak up, dabbing away
the vibrant laughlines of the world.
Draining, drawing, determin...
Sunday 26th April 2015 6:36 pm
short n sweet
celebrity, living life
with brevity, fast as catcher's mitts
fleeting as spliffs on fox trails
green as surgical gloves.
Tuesday 21st April 2015 5:40 am
shared (aug/sept 2013)
She sits up at night
Moon makes her restless
and beds give her nightmares, says.
So she smokes with the blade by the door.
Her feet dangle gingerly,
flirting with the dark circles under her eyes.
'Babe, come to bed. You don't have to fight no more.'
A tired smile and iron grip,
hard earned and hard lost since the war.
'Sure, just a few more minutes,' says.
It's been weeks since I hear...
Tuesday 14th April 2015 5:56 am
Removed the Silver Ring (04/12/2015)
here, the iron sits
a spear rests betwixt my bones.
led this way and that, by cooling, ruling whims;
the treelimbs creak as the wind moans.
'Do not run, you cannot hide
nary be,
fretful of this phase of red
fitting pieces,
spectures, geists tailing
upon the broodsome foot of your bed.
peace has come to take you.'
aye, and by the golden-eyed piercing gaze
freezing my knowing fa...
Sunday 12th April 2015 2:42 pm
Tiny Tim 0716
In life
PADDLED ONWARD THROUGH THIS STRIFE,
KNOCKED BY BRANCHES,
SLICED UP BY SKIPPED ROCKS,
SUNKEN BY A CENTURY OF MOLLUSKS
JUST INCHES BEFORE I REACH THE DOCKS
Grown men, groan, men:
Provisions for the visionary,
Incisions for the wild and weary,
We re caught up in this soylent fishnet panic,
gasps draw mouths araw:
WE RE MADE OUT OF FUCKING PEOPLE!
SO LIFTED TO THE ATOMIC,
RE...
Friday 10th April 2015 2:56 am
Kimura 1
We took a walk.
A long, quiet walk with a forty-five.
If after that many miles, a hundred thousand sleeping breaths of numbing, bitter breeze, you still have it in your hands to chamber a round, it must be fate.
"If you're not chasing, or being chased, you're nothing. Nobody shoots at nothing, but nobody writes its eulogy either. What I'm trying to say, I guess, is that you should always take...
Monday 6th April 2015 1:45 am
First Laugh, Last Laugh
let's run away together
living in the road and on the riot.
It's too late for me anyway,
I'll be the plane, you be the pilot.
Let's crash into all the fucking buildings you want,
write 'em all off as inside jobs
keep our blood hot as white, smart savants
turned streetwise by irons of the same color.
Blackwater?
I was raised in a similar institution.
Brackish, bred for war doctrine
...
Sunday 5th April 2015 1:56 am
notes 3
sometimes it's better to stand out of the worship, treating self christened demi-gods like people.
'if I interviewed one, they might try to borrow a cigarette. (I don't smoke, not yet), they might have had to sneak away. Exasperated, they'd tell me about how hard it is to be "on" all the time -- how the parlor tricks get tiring to them, how the attention is draining, how the novelty of the curr...
Sunday 5th April 2015 1:54 am
Late Night Acousma
Aptly called a rescue dog,
filed under white noise
there was only a thousand different ways
that I could've fallen under your spell.
this seat, on a sunken iron lung
in the abyssal, clawing cold
a bog of wet denim on laundry day.
It's here, gateless and voiceless
I'll sit and wait for you to find me
knowingly pressing my cheek into my knees
fitting smaller and smaller into the space...
Friday 3rd April 2015 6:39 am
speech oil (03/31/2015)
There are people that have pooled into my life, collected in the soft spots of my heart like burrs of a machine worked too long; there are so many people to hold up, to entertain, to be someone for. There are so many people that only understand how to take and get scared off at the idea of giving. Maybe their hands have been bitten one too many times. Maybe they're selfish, and just don't know it ...
Wednesday 1st April 2015 8:23 pm
14/30 (04/01/2015)
my dream:
a march of thousands lost
searching in vain for one another
to find themselves
but at what cost?
the plaintiff, shuffling feet
cast indecision, stares mirrored.
Our juries scattered for miles and years
the horizon naught to drawing nearer.
let us be a lens, prismatic
turned to all injustices, so small and burned
let us be the spades, sharp and blood-oiled
turning earth to...
Wednesday 1st April 2015 8:21 pm
Left Behind
Tuesday 31st March 2015 1:36 pm
long light (03/29/2015)
hoarfrost dancing on the brow of land.
spring breathes again,
reigning back the innocent
to whom should I commend?
absorbed in eroding riverbanks:
the death of an enemy surely
isn't the birth of old, familiar friends.
survivors ever-cautious
of the warmth upon the empire
heati...
Monday 30th March 2015 1:17 am
Eye-Toothed (03/26/2015)
Hipbones are wishbones;
Pulled apart and laid out
Torn and flipped and splayed out
Left in entemology rapture
Pins and pleasure
Night terror capture.
A familiar weight sinks
Touching my adrenaline
Stop--oh god dont let it stop
Torso bruised like carrion
Picked apart, left dizzy; panting
Staring a thousand miles past this ceiling
Letting you take everything and loving it
Swallowed ...
Thursday 26th March 2015 12:35 pm
Holly Buddy 2213
>hello frent
sup
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>Sitting. Watching people play the video games. Thinking about girls and manilla paper.
>Fantastic drawing.
>How are yuu?
bad combo.
manilla women's fashion
Ur new clothing line
>Incredibly itchy but very flattering.
On the other hand I love watching people play video games. My internet is down so we are roughin it in the garage blasting metal and ...
Wednesday 25th March 2015 4:36 am
keanu Reeves 0926 (3/24/15)
throttled with a hatefuck
driving graveyard in a junkyard truck
buried in armor stained in friendship
better left as molten slag
from the twisted heat smoulder
of a shared life dressed in drag.
if anyone asked, we'd bite
that feeding hand, hurt and bleeding
amputees weighed in matrimony
what remains to make it right.
you've been interred in a bingo drum:
limping by on auto-dialers a...
Tuesday 24th March 2015 3:16 pm
autumn division notes
"-444444444444444444 (4*18=72)
-count the rings something sings if you let go of yourself you might just hear it there's not just one; more than one name for a spirit
-a house cor churches; banners of lament built of pills, blood, love and cement flags at half-mast, though good intentions never fall reader kind, what good we sow
-irony is dead
-roads that spiral in shattered like glass rewrote...
Friday 20th March 2015 2:34 am
doctorate (3/14/15)
knees shaking,
wet pieces of manilla paper
guts quaking
use the scalpel and the scraper.
honed flesh,
separate piles
flay the waste of our race
measured in miles.
even me; especially me
worth so much less as pounds of flesh
storyless, shapeless leather
put out to pasture in famine weather.
molting, shucking, jumping free
each reduction, reduced
further from the itchy wet skins ...
Saturday 14th March 2015 12:50 pm
Men of Sand (3/12/15)
To be buried in an ocean gray:
The red-lipped demands of a cocktail,
hypnotized the dawn toward which we set sail.
Onward! Forward!
With such vigor, bombs and powder,
on wax wings of what it meant to leave home
how could we ever doubt her?
Salted letters written by these men of sand,
written in anticipation of coming home to you
tempered glass copies made in this foreign land.
we'r...
Friday 13th March 2015 3:50 am
Paint Thinner (03/07/2015)
This house held up on walls,
Proud on the outside, barren within.
Our shame strewn in pearlescent coats, rolled on these halls,
clamped-quiet dinners, spilling and spelling
the litres squeezed from our sin
What is it to be an eraser in a planet of taboo?
Surgeons are a dime a dirty dozen,
labcoats selling truth out of desperation,
junkie peddlers, collecting the walking human remains...
Saturday 7th March 2015 8:21 am
Featherweight (03/04/2015)
the world's a bunch of pink and white faces painted silver and gold,
skins outgrowing souls, gnarled as inpatient fingernails
clipped by death as they grow old.
Beauty is fleeting; ugly moves in to stay,
mining cracks in the asphalt, bearing roots and twisted leaves
meaning well, being honest
smoking cigarettes and swearing
ladelling light-touched showtime beer soaked love
clumsily on o...
Wednesday 4th March 2015 10:28 pm
Ray Charles 0553 (02/28/2015)
how
>drank way way way way
uh oh
>not right now
Sunday 1st March 2015 9:19 am
The Moon I've Felt (02/27/2015)
called from the depths of a rock named home
brought, knee height to rest in rapture
what I thought was the world in my hands
a meagre, fleeting, single-framed capture
this is what it had meant to be lost in your eyes
glazed over with stupid love, white hot without reason
an oscillating sum of parts, clumsy and lost
grasping, huffing helium, heads hung in treason
man-made and pin-stripe...
Friday 27th February 2015 8:56 am
Keanu Reeves 1252 (02/27/2015)
Ether. Of the quality ethereal,
non corporeal,
living poor but breathing royal.
Squirming is a past time of mine. Squirming in anxiety, repression,
rolling around my bed, my floor, my room in depression
turning my own skeleton in my skin
waiting for the right pain, the left pain
borne affluenza from within.
Chicken walk discomfort,
a too-tight skein tearing
and I'll hide a smile
i...
Friday 27th February 2015 8:51 am
he means well (02/21/2015)
if only you knew
how you made me weak in the knees
bending like the taiga bows in the breeze
I hang onto your every word like a glider
I laugh at your jokes, cry at your woes
but your smile is the jagged, ragged cliffs below
and how I've prayed you'd pierce me,
to this used car's salesman named Dog
he gave me my repentance
when your car stalled in the fog.
my mouth is dry for you, ...
Sunday 22nd February 2015 2:05 am
Crucifix (2/10/2015)
daisy-cutters; storm gutters
bring us yer trash, the leftovers of leisure
masters of cruel improvisation
we'll trade your pain for our pleasure.
dog-killers; roughneck bashers
burying yer secrets in the quietus of night
stoking ash and fingernail coffins
a tarnished future burns bronze, just as bright.
sore lovers; strong haters
basting yer alligator boots
eyeglaze bristled by stor...
Wednesday 11th February 2015 6:37 am
Wreckless Calendar (02/08/2015)
peeled back, there exists only layers
brimming with retreats and sacred spaces
porous: life breath contained within
savory, sweet, and saccharine
make-up, latticed shit-luck aces
a tartan of a gambler,
we've got memories of glass and amber
stretched too thin and relived daily renamed the trauma
pulverized to make for fuel; you ran when she first called you mama.
so secretly alone in ...
Sunday 8th February 2015 10:56 pm
Tin Heart II (02/05/2015)
This game's been fun but it tires of me.
It's time i made myself a memory,
boxed up and filed away amongst the others of my kind:
brothers in another life, grieving silently, each on our own.
We're volunteers of indefinite imprisonment.
Skewered between the tines of humility,
fed like spare parts to a war machine
Left for scrap, deadened and oily
Reaching for that cleansing fire
M...
Thursday 5th February 2015 5:12 pm
Second Thought
I kissed your picture on the dash
gasoline on 67th, shut my eyes with all my might
face my last death, ignition turned
buckle up; driving to Valhalla tonight.
sometimes less words is worth more, to describe regrets of a life lived in hindsight
the final spike in that slippery railway, recapitated hitch-hike thumb slows me down
enough to get a break, aboard the tunnel with the light so far...
Wednesday 4th February 2015 8:15 pm
Long Knives (02/02/2015)
a lot of lights extinguished
in the vacuum of the wintry night
so many families buried
flash frozen
beneath a flash of muskets, bright.
crumpled like a paper cup
crushed beneath god's dirty work
no glove can keep you clean
midnight-soaked
back to where the nightmares lurk
so many of those orders followed
cursed us with long sunset lives
antique bullets;
planted daisies in our eyes...
Monday 2nd February 2015 4:00 pm
Amalgomyte (1/30/2015)
It started one drop at a time
sweat, tears, blood -- it didn't matter
to quench the impatient parch of our pop culture.
when the flood came, we were already living
underneath, we barely noticed, on our own
down here in the abyssal zone.
we barely noticed until the fear came
crushing and collapsing under a sun so far away
we built beath that burning ball of ambivalence
and when when o...
Friday 30th January 2015 4:36 pm
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