Tuesday, October 11, 2016

8




ACTIVE SHOOTER

What happens while I'm asleep?
Hassle-free installments upload.
Older installments lose their time.
There are only devices anymore.

What did I do last week?
I worked. 
I ran out of beer. 
I only had so much time.

What happens to a child's brain in my freezer?
It shrugs its shoulders, 
Shoves its hands into its pockets and whistles away. 
There are no surprises anymore. 




THE TALE OF THE BURNED ALIVE PAKISTANI GIRL

I’m testing for HIV while doing her.
The puke of a burned alive Pakistani girl 
Claims tribal practices bring dishonor to humanity.

Pakistani tribes contain the smegma of the enigma of 
Parades of extra-large HIV.
Here’s hoping misshapen bears will eat me alive.  




AMERICA IS A CESSPOOL OF ISIS PROPORTIONS

ISIS blows retards.
I'm retarded when I break down all that I am.
Shut up and kiss me, retarded America.

The pleasure from books I’ll never read was radicalized online.
There's nothing like the pleasure from books I'll never instantly pleasure.
I squirt ketchup on my pubes so I can dunk my fries when I am naked.




SOULS

Tables skip to the lifespan of a dog.
Tables dominate the coagulated.
Their dumbfuck form is the most important soil. 
Ghosts of dumbfuck soil add to the worth of unknowing.




BOMBS HIT KIDS MOURNING KIDS KILLED BY EARLIER BOMBS

A street on feet arrives heroically.
The troll in the bathtub is its nose.
Have you ever forgotten how to piss while contemplating lesbian sex?
You have blowfish arms.




THE FAILURE OF REALITY

The cloud of unknowing is gross nice.
The white man fathers his own doom.
The white heroes clash over who should have control over the superpowered. 

Radioactive boars are running wild and breeding uncontrollably
With ancient wild cows and horses.
I imagine this being hugely emotional viewing for a black lady.

I tieback my nuts to get in touch with my inner black Miller woman.
Americans can do anything. 
Fuck the glue-sniffing bottle collecting orphans at Howrah Station. 




NO LIVES MATTER

A stray cat attacks two people. 
A garbage collector tests positive for rabies.
He's now part of a wild colony.

The skeleton of a man found at his daughter's home
May have been there for eight years.
Police have been in my bedroom for three.

A stray cat will be dead in March.
The skeleton of a man found at his daughter's house is infinitely nostalgic.
Lives annoy me.




THE WRETCHEDNESS OF THE SUBURBS

I didn’t become a soldier.
I wanted treats.
I read myself.
I go to mindless imagination.

I went to Mali.
I was fished out of a divided highway.
They called me Koreduga Vulture Man.
I was worshipped because I missed office furniture piled up on the street.

Go to an overturned shed.
Add an iPad snuggling next to an iPhone to every weekend.
Technology is a solace for people who hate each other.
Add the act of you sitting on the toilet to rid yourself of my jazz.

Friday, May 20, 2016

5 POEMS



MILLER/BECKETT/LI PO

I visit my birth home.
Flowers fill it.

They fart.
An inflatable Beckett

Escorts me out of my old home.
Our exile knows

So much beauty is Li Po
Drowning in a lake

He cannot empty out.
That's entertainment.


THE BIG ABANDONED MAIN STREET ALL NIGHT

An air hole gets away.
Goes into a keyhole that blows away.
Air is always getting played.
Its true heart rides black anal.


BEING TIRED OF LIVING IS EASY TO DO AND I GET TIRED OF DOING IT BUT

I hate sex and rock the sanity of
An up-to-date unconscious that's had enough of me.

Being tired of living is easy to do and
I get tired of doing it even though

A blue cone and a pink phone sorely attempt
The only thing I’ve ever wanted to say wrong. 


IT’S COMFORTING TO ACT HALF YOUR LIFE AWAY

Sorrow, extinction, Siddhartha, secretion.
It’s comforting to think about killing yourself.
Cars and a radish moo last-minute returns of a second.

Nowhere bound pigeon strap-ons are dogs that roam.
Siddhartha compliments them on their glitter, lipstick and extinction.
A partly finished ceiling pities his thing fully born.

It screws a frozen duck here and there.
They hold a press conference with their southern lawyer.
Trust me, the ducks were down.


I GET GROCERIES

No matter where a cantaloupe is,
There’s darkness.
That’s just life getting groceries.

No matter where my life is,
There’s cantaloupes.
That’s just darkness getting into my calories.

Friday, April 15, 2016

2 POEMS




BANK ROBBERS

Chaka Castro feels like wandering off forever.
Dwight Halls limits Juan to the same biological sex.
Khaliah McGruder makes a turkey call.
Juan Olaya exposes himself to a meth lab.

Castro Olaya changed Dwight’s voter registration on a computer.
Halls McGruden noticed the most honking of horns ever.
Chaka Juan had a kidney reject her.
Dwight Khaliah found Kayla’s sliding door unlocked.

Dwight Castro is suspicious of government from the beginning to the end.
Taka Hall performs traditional music from the Celtic lands.
Juan McGregor waits for a pizza and needs something to pass the time.
Kayla Wright knows all Chaka gets is a goddamn tombstone.


GETTING COLDER

I pay an Asian whore to piss the sound of candlelight.
Our night trying to get out of the night goes on and on. 

Dawn’s already old at dawn.
It’s family owned, not franchised.

Peace be upon my old school friends before they pass away.
The sunlight that filters through the leaves of trees reveals your spiritual boredom. 


Friday, March 11, 2016

2 POEMS




EVIL IS FASCINATING TO THE EYE AND SO IS PAIN

Immigrants are killing veterans.
Owning a house is just so damn expensive.

The power of  their labels is inescapable
On the escalators collapsing on each other.

Shiny blocks of cheese leaf jungles of cell towers.
They say we have a very short time that can never be solved.

Our fingerprints are stillborn floors.
Our names don’t go with our eyes.


TRANSGENDERED

All the best fountains are in prison.
Their sea journeys traded for children they shouldn’t have had.

I’m a prisoner too.
I have cue card disease.

Mosquitos sculpt a mantis out of black deer jelly.
She has cue cards to please.

I’ll suck the living Christ out of her until she needs radiation.
Switching our bladders is wind power

Running on alienated abortions
Linked to the common cold. 


Thursday, March 10, 2016

New Boner In Real Pants

SURVIVING BEYOND RECOGNITION



Published on Jul 24, 2013
"Talking Dreams" by Echosmith from the album, 'Talking Dreams,' out October 8th, 2013. Video directed by Clea DuVall.

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"Talking Dreams" Lyrics:

This is a short race, this is a short life
Let's run, not walk, through this beautiful life
This is a good day, this is a good sign
You've got green eyes and I've got sunrise

We're falling sideways, big lights freeways
Heart beats through me, through this beautiful life

We're talking dreams maybe
Let's run away to New York City
We're talking dreams baby
We'll cut the strings maybe
Through rose-colored lenses
Try not to forget it
We're talking dreams maybe
We're talking dreams baby, yeah

(We're talking dreams baby)

This is a short race, this is a short life
Let's run, not walk, through this beautiful life
This is a good day, this is a good sign
You've got green eyes and I've got sunrise

Thursday, March 3, 2016

4 POEMS




PRODUCT PLACEMENT

The train next to mine just struck a trespasser.
The dead body is in front of my train.
We haven't moved in forever.

It makes your mother and sister finger each other.
It makes your father and brother even more scripted.
I will kill you, bitch.

I stare at them fingering like I just burst out of my grave.
Like a butt plug inserted between choosing to love and falling in love,
I am burning with the pride of well-timed vulgarity. 

Cozy brown snow on a light pole.
My days have great choices in them.
The train behind me carries babies fingering cat photos with scalpels.

In a blaze of sweatpants maxing out their credit cards,
It explodes 10 minutes after departing Penn Station. 
Coughing on the way home from work keeps me warm. 




I WAIT FOR WHAT I CAN'T KNOW

I pay an Asian whore to
Piss the sound of candlelight.

The night trying to get out of the night goes on and on. 
It beats-off the middle of waiting to never stay awake. 

Peace be upon my old school friends before they pass away.
The sunlight that filters through the leaves of trees reveals your spiritual boredom. 




SENIOR MOMENT

Life's been kind to me.
I drink all day and my car needs an oil change.

I am a man living on his mother's decomposing corpse in a bathtub.
In my front yard are shopping carts I climb into to eat mother out.

A haunted step-by-step laundromat
Detaining hints of rain in deep space when I'm cumming on my face.

Either I eat my mother out or I'm decapitated by booby traps.
Either way, my front yard leads to a must-have born-again virgin.

He is an eating disorder whose semen swallows him.
My days have many swallows in them. 




HAIKU HUNTER

Beer in a detention room.
Bug spray
To ruin a righteous man.