I stay away from bed always

The hairy pies are so depressing

The sunset flays me best

When I grab for something

The nothing's where

I stay indoors shocked by what to think

Primitive animals disappoint me

As they roar and as they pound

I close my eyes and face the fire

Even one thought is still too many

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How often do I stop and think

Someday I'll pop your cherry on camera

Then reigns down upon me

The day of my calamity

I'm stealing from your body

I'm stealing from the Bible

All this dying

Forces me to

Suck my own cock

Like a righteous fountain of life

And scorn the mountains with snow

How often I stop myself from leaving

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Pain of goals and empty games

Let the walls grow breasts like towers

The fat of fed beasts is sick, there's no

Soundness within them

Let the stump say to the rabbit

Both life and death bore me

I will follow those who starve their minds

All lies are something divine

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

Hard attack in the morning.

Hard attack in the middle of the night.

Mine are so small.

Maybe I have pussy envy.

Sophie and Kat tickle each other.

Kat pinches Sophie's flap.

The wicked lay a snare for me.

Fiddler on the roof, there's zombies hunting you too.

Give me understanding so that I may live.

I'll even relax and open my ass.

And you'll eat until spilled.

Later I slam a beer, studying the cosmic rarity of human beings.

Sophie and Kat pickle each other.

I take my clothes off in front of a manger.

Braindead smackdown in which a man-child refuses to conceive.

This is the fright of nothing filling my mouth.

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It's true

I think that life is stupid and shitty

I've thought for years and years and years

I'm screwed

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Redeem your life from the pit.

The flesh you fear

Cleaves to bones,

You suck it.

And I love how your tongue tastes

Like an evening shadow.

We are dust without end.

I fear your life

Like foreskin on the dead.

Behold my cruel and fierce anger.

I make the world a desert and burn the seas.

You mean that much to me.

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I could be a great athlete and 

A great girlfriend.

Yet my soul is full of troubles.

Floods in the darkness 

Make the odorless footsteps sway.

A band of ruthless men

Chase them this way.

He answers my secret places.

A tiny glob of jizz splashes against the wheat.

Sometimes my pussy gets wet so I touch it.

He's careful not to scrape me with his teeth.

Sometimes I terrify him like an anthrax ring.

And once I heard a voice I should not have known.

All my springs are in you.

more here

VIOLENCE IS TOO FAMILIAR

Ethnic rioting inside a frozen turkey covered with shadow theater.

Submerge in hot water and make me drink.

You know how these things usually end;

Test my darkness, poke the fork.

Unless you own me, then tools won't necessarily comply.

Raw meat appreciates a large meal much larger, beware

The blindfold labeled "calming spray."

Baby, milk pleasure secrets from my fangs.

Animals wearing collars are better socialized and adapt faster.

Tonight, their air unhinders well-endowed pollution.

Candied treats give you measure, deluded terrorism gets you recovered.

Androids clinking just before sunrise ill-devise

Vacuum sealed packs of semiautomatic killing sprees

Where the ventriloquist has confirmed

Clones of us loving a gas chamber, offenders for fright.

Something, creating something, or

Fixing something, they

Want us to tell them meaningful shit.

And maybe we should go on about pain and loss, but

Say instead I fuck your tits.

DIP IN ITS PLACE

Always avoid small talk on the corner, and so

I shall not stink, I walk the water.

God is semen fat attacking the pussy vat.

It's breezy to wear this uniform of World War 3 miracles.

A boyhood quietness about the trigger.

I'm going traveling, I won't be here tomorrow.

Dip in place of me a narrative of anti-apartheid struggles

Rather than a silly white devil sleeping off eighteen beers.

In the fields, birds gather wild honey.

And edible roots toot out of a cow's udder.

And sweet milk streams from the sky.

And wires behave like young lovers

Ready to do without.

I'm going traveling, I'll walk full-circles in a vat.

So I shall have pussy, I fuck the trigger.

Damn, they sure make it feel very French.

HUMAN WOK

Discovering who I am has been a long process, and

I'm still lit.

See the sky consider this some kind of rejection.

When the birds die, I'll dig a grave for them and

Visit and shit;

Assess the soldiers before deployment, take off your

Pants and shoes if you wanna lose it.

Guns galore lick my colon and several places in

My intestines, bladder and spleen.

Satellites hug me like I'm a chubby, bald guy.

Hasn't yet crossed my mind that I'm dangerous.

Call our friends now and urge them to kill their own children.

It's obvious you lust to kiss me.