NIHILISTIC POEM

the moon the door

no more passion

at window a white

night

my mind is blank

a moon means you're done

BROWN URINE POEM

trying to turn it white all day

I build a mind

if nothing else

I face no mind

tall clouds

depend on themselves

their flavor is

wood to town

late autumn rain

existence not fair

any more passion

and I'm done

SEX SQUISH

I am your skeleton under the ground

You are my skeleton without the frown

Many of my poems are rambling and

Without purpose or meaning

Look for the real and you become emptied

I'm getting buttfucked by Air Force One

Ending delusions is hard

NIHILISTIC POEM

I build my hut out of ass

I always hate what others love

All directions are toothless and lame

Blood beneath my skin only drains

Not being noticed remains important

The perfect union of felon and dull

It takes work to bring this to light