Maybe
                         we
               are             
                      like
       fish                       in
  a                                      tide
           pool

arm & sword

 Should you rake away a fallen leaf?
It will rot to nothing without your pestering.
Let it rot without your pestering.

You should rake away a fallen leaf.
It gets in the way.
Sweep it to the side and proceed.

Ode to peanut butter cup

O peanut butter cup,
             You are a lot like me!

A vomit-sweet shell with a crushed filling

             A nutcase.

Big poop 20--

Year 2028 headline:
Big Auto
is hopeful
new 2030 automobiles
will run on
poop,
completely solving our
energy crisis,
therefore
continuing our
cultural and economic
harmony.

An old note I had written about the supermall

When working at a shopping mall, it is prudent to prepare oneself for a variety of disillusioning spectacles.
The mall interior is plastered with advertisements and other corporate propaganda—inviting shoppers to consume as many products as possible. This practice ensures the sovereignty of society's selfish elite, who thrive upon the consumerist lifestyle.
The mall reeks of consumerism, and attracts its most fanatic zealots. A common sight is the suburban mother, plastered with a thick layer of cosmetics. Her children will be crying to her for a sugary drink, and when she orders it they will beg for a larger size. The mother accepts this arrangement, and does not so much as question it, for she subconsciously recognizes the familiar scent of her own selfishness and gluttony in the cries of her flabby offspring.
She will then enter clothing stores that appeal to her conception of "style", which she believes is personal but is really a mishmash of corporate indoctrination and societal whimsy, with no basis in aesthetic first principles (if such principles exist). Nevertheless, she will evaluate the offerings within these stores, and purchase those which she "likes"—those that satisfy some conscious or unconscious desire.

-Auntie Anne's Kiosk, 2010 or 11

Freeway park as habitat

////////////////IT'S
potentially very easy
to write a memory poem of
this place inside reality
because
of its
truth
and the fact
that it was created by
a "person"
who "decided"
that later people
would actually come and
exist there

Potential

Potentially a child of mine would be 6 years old now. I think I wish it was reality.

Being a human and doing stupid human like things is getting so old, when will I evolve?

Eating no so good

I have been eating like shit

I have been eating like shit

Feeling pretty bad

Feeling very bad

Eating like shit

Eating like shit

Feeling pretty bad

Pooping very bad

I am a hideous flesh balloon bursting
under the glaring eye of corporate pressure,
beyond the slick teeth of impossible desires,
beneath the weight of a thousand expectations,
in the desolate center of an eternal prison,
on the crumbling outskirts of normalcy,
presenting the thinnest mask to everyone,
the drive for success burnt into an oblivion mote,
the pursuit of anything numb beyond understanding,
a grandiose ego destroyed or set in a cast of shame,
wallowing in the loathing of botched self-realization.

"No one sees cause no one wants to see what's in their mind."

    Ben lay in a hospital bed, wondering how he had managed to fall asleep at the wheel. He had veered off the road and plowed into an ancient oak, and his spine had shattered into a thousand pieces. After a night of intensive surgery, he had woken up in a drugged stupor to realize that the lower half of his body was completely numb and unresponsive. In effect, he was a living torso.
    Ben sighed and looked out the window as a gaggle of family members bustled around him. The autumn sun was creeping lazily through the trees, and a nauseating aroma was wafting into the room from the hallway.
    "You might as well have the doctor amputate my lower half," Ben said to no-one in particular, "that way my heart won't need to do extra work to service this useless meat."
    His brother Barney gave him a wry smile. "Ben, you'd bleed to death if you were cut in half. Think about it."
    "No, they could just cauterize the wound. That would take care of the bleeding."
    Barney stroked his chin and gazed into the corner for a few moments. "You mean like a pan-fried torso?"
    "Exactly."
    "…It's a thought. I'll ask the doctor about it. You should get some rest, Ben." Barney patted Ben on the shoulder. "By the way, now that you're--"
    Ben sagged under the blankets. The scene was pretty grim.

Marcus sank into the little brown chair. He had never been so bored in his entire life, and Bethany wasn't even in class today. I wonder if she's skipping out with Josh. He would have to ask Stephanie about it at lunch.
Marcus flung his hand up. "Mr. Karzynski?" he blurted, as the entire class turned to look at him. "Can I go to the bathroom? I have to go really bad."
Mr. Karzynski looked dumbfounded as he turned away from the blackboard. "Um... alright..." he stammered, his eyes bulging beneath a pair of thick tortoiseshell glasses. "The hall pass is on my desk."
Marcus shot up from his seat and hurried out of the room. When he closed the door he saw half the class looking at him with envy. I bet you dweebs had wished you'd asked first, huh?
In the hall, he glanced up at a poster taped to the wall. "Knowledge is power," it read. Marcus wondered if that was really true, or whether it was just something that dweebs said to justify their propensity for cowering behind the written page.

The remainder of the day passed by uneventfully. 

"Did you see any cool tricks?" she asked as they drove past the skate park.
"No," he replied. "I saw a lot of people ready to do tricks, but no one actually did anything."

I lost my womb in the lonely sky
hoppin', hootin' like a hot gray ash

You might be dizzy for a while
then your bones will rest

Inguinal hernia, hiatal hernia
celebrate good times,                           come on!
Spill grape juice everywhere
      ruptured appendix
   umbilical hernia    
                  no longer require sleep
  sputum, bile, marinara sauce
gravy, gall stones, shingles,
     compost heap,
 gout

bell pepper,       enlarged heart
      canker-    spelt bread
   foot condition,                      rash
pickled asparagus
               baked mushrooms     hives
    chronic ulcers    gravy and biscuits         

I thought my face was an erroneous post
I thought my nose was an oil-slick coast
I thought my thumb was a rotten plum
I thought my knee was a quicksand hat
I thought my thigh was a weekend rendezvous
I thought my palm was a palm
I thought my throat was meant for a hog
I thought my shins were writing a manifesto
I thought my knuckle was a frog's knuckle
I thought my scalp was a calcified pancake

 You thought that life

 was like an enormous

 sky but that was 

 before you hit your

 head on the

 glass ceiling.

They are in a room behind me
you are bedhind me
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heheheheh what he aaaaa
wost mportint message
first and he aslo
god and fearsz and hope
2 2 2
reaaaaaaady go heee
yellllll ok ok no
gigglers

I stopped 17 rapes -adam

Reminder

I was sitting here

watching TV, that Colbert is funny

Sending some texts, only getting a few replies

No replies from the people I don't expect replies from

"stop texting them"

Then I had received a reply

that for no particular reason reminded me of something important

I want to die.

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5th Grade Camp

5th grade camp
        trying to impress a girl
              please God don't let them
                  find out I wear "Husky" size pants
                    and whitey tighties.
                    Sneaking into the showers
                    little blubber boy
                    hoping to finally kiss a girl
                                                               of course not
                                                                                     you fat idiot
                    terrible painful gas from the
                    meatballs
                   
                    Really hoping to french kiss the girls
             
                    The rumor was that two rovers had been
                    "skinny
                    dipping"
                                  in
                                     the
                                          lake. Made me more depressed.

                    Red sauce all around my lips,
                    placed in the cabin with the other unpopular boys 
                    of course
                     Excited to be away from Mom!!

                    The great, depressing outdoors.

                    Mr. Binetti, the old codger, shouting
              "Watcha watcha" at the throngs.
          The kids are laughing at his age and ignoring him.
    Made eye contact with a girl!      
            
                           Ignored. I Miss Mama.
     Pretending to know what a "BJ" is,
     elaborate scheme to avoid being seen topless in the shower room.
     Lemon pill from nurse to counteract those meatballs. Farting
     O the joy of being a boy!

TELL PEOPLE TO SHUT UP

n-o dont
be-cuz
about
a reality they dont want that
but still tell them that
oh yes tell them about "IT!"
and do it with meaning like
"hell yeah you LOOK AT THIS"
"think about your word and
what it means to another"
yes, it makes sense
if you want it to,
Is this
the thing?

small Ethan

    Ethan knew he had made a mistake when the hot mayonnaise spurted out all over his new shirt. "God damn it," he said, setting the cheese melt sandwich next to the checker fries, "why is everything I do a mistake?" He couldn't help thinking about that stupid painting he bought for a small fortune and ended up hating and drenching in coffee. And then there was that horrible breakup with Linda the other month.
    Sighing, he pulled a little plastic bag full of pills out of his coat pocket. "You're my little saviors, aren't you?" he said to a glossy pink sphere before drowning it in a mouthful of chocolate milk.
    "Excuse me," said a man wearing glasses and a vest, "I couldn't help but notice those little pink pills you take. I take the same ones myself." He grinned and pulled the edge of his own little sandwich bag from his vest pocket. Shit, Ethan thought to himself. Some lonely weird guy who just wants a pal, and I'm too nice to ignore him.

The Big Nothing

                The
fact
                           that                            I
                                                  ever
                                                  even
        had
                                     that
                                                  thought
            for                   
                                            a
                   picosecond   
     means
                                               something            
is
                                    dreadfully
            wrong.

~~~~~~~

The color of corn/potato
chips my mom bought me
in 1993
doesnt matter
compared to the economic
power inherent in my existence,
making me far more powerful than a
farmer in indiana growing a bean
or a tree!, but no! that is not
even a truth, only 2 people
know the answer and they live in Central
Park, New Yourk Citie!
Three vegan fair trade soaps for
one gallon of gas, sir!
is it make with a vegan palmo
oil? then make it 2 for 6,
deal 300.00 buy seven
O you simply dont understand the maths
of it all!!
Divide by the GDP
outsource the labor,
but put some emphasis on
skilled labor being work going
on inside a glass tower air
conditioned isolated in the center
of the city with a safe
automobile entrance/exit
allowing zero contact with
another class. glassism
classism, who cares when i gat a station
i listen to between work and home, the kids
they have a private school, we are all
isolated by our own culture because we know
what we are doing, we know
O you sinners. O what are you doing
The cops are doing whats right
the FBI is watching you and
its sure that art can only
be sold in malls for
14.99, or at target
make sure to get
approval from
the proper
design
firms.

Everyday struggle, i need help

Seems so arrogant to
put a shoe on my foot!
I cant understand my place
in an economy built on
endless growth and lack of
perspective and lack of meaning
and understanding of complex
interactions of all things
not plastic and not
packaged and
barcoded and
rational and
numbered and
traded
on
wall street
and dependent on
globalized systems
of control and coercion
and all of it being
a military exercise
and not knowing if it even matters
"at this point"
because
the
path was not created by me
but am i following something
i dont want to be supporting
because of how i was
programmed as a child
and how i came to
view the world
and which
brand
of
soda
my mom
bought for
my teenage self?
!!!!!!!

Poem #300

Fits appening its
hap en ing here? alone
with a hand do
a planet plant a
seed and he hand
it
to another man

We not alone
if a dollar, rock
ocean fish get
hand to a
nother
aluminum

And each one
goes beyond
a individual poem
without knowing
its fate

poorpis hard

particularly understandable is the
hard hard hard hard
pressure behind the eyeballs
every single day of existence
                 especially for a soft boy who mashes his toast
every morning.

            particularly understandable is the postulating ulcer
that is sweetly devouring any attempts at normalcy for a regular
       day-at-the-metro excursion.

    particularly understandable is the drippingly sappy saccharine positioning of all-engrossing enigmatic foulness that is creeping upwards from the inner sleeve of post-stardom.

particularly understandable is the uber-un-squeezy conditioning of the pre-infinite masculine brainwash church who unwaveringly destroys the sequential curiosity that is most conducive to healthful appetites.

              particularly understandable is the kill-my-head methodology so persistent with the darkening youth who slither warily between the concrete slabs of their mothers' harsh reality.

    particularly understandable is the vague realization of self-nothingness and the finite existence of all unique and distinct personalities leading to an obliterating crisis.
                         particularly understandable is the
        C:\My Documents\JohnJoJo\homework\english\my secret folder\04.jpg   and
   C:\My Documents\JohnJoJo\documents\notes\I_AM_SO_CURSED.txt

D.

I often eat at the computer
So i find a lot of sticky
sweet treats in between the keys.

You know how its hard to eat
on the go as a business
professional

All the important clients
to meet, I only have a moment
to grab a granola bar to eat

And the crumbs sometimes
work their way into my
keyboard.

I'll quite frequently leave
a greasy fingerprint or two
in the act, always remaining
calorie-conscious,

As the only way to live
a complete life
is on the go.

amamaama

Ada,

sleepy

laying with a dog.

feels familiar enough.

bitch.

The idea that
others have made something
happen with their
hands
makes one feel
okay to feel complacent
Like we've exported intellectual
or political energy to the
middle east or europe

no to _______
and sadness to the destroyed
opportunity
and a middle east in turmoil
with emptiness that we are
trying to fight
and trying to explain a reason to
fight the emptiness of
an american experience of life
and the whole thing being
a reason
for change

ruddy small boy

little boy, hard boy
only wants to have a father
clings to mother
struggling against the car seat
ten million pressureful hands forcing him
to do what is unnatural
squeezy little ape
clinging to mother
ruddy small clammy boy
never asked for anything
little burger boy

TOSTE

I burn you, you become hard
from a softy pre-existence
You were built in a machine
then you came to exist
at another machine
One machine that takes you
and makes you a toast
Such a roast into a toast it
was, and you are changed into
a hard boy
You small toast now i love
to bite into you!!

Toast

I want to write a poem about the texture of toast. I really like it.

i o c a t , a s a
an t
l
w
ot
, s
an
a
jg
i
j
j
j

j

j
MEWWIDX

W a W g A

You don’t mean anything.
All the economic advantages
imbedded into your being
are just playing themselves
out.

You don’t mean anything.
All the economic advantages
imbedded into your being
are just playing themselves
out.

You don’t mean anything.
All the economic advantages
imbedded into your being
are just playing themselves
out.

Why dont you ask yourself

Sometime
the thing that you are
so sure of, is it
a bullshit question
a dumn dumn stupiid
idea not a real thing
not even one thing
that u should act on
you know?

knobs

I'm well aware
of my stupidity
yet I proceed
morbidly

A new poem

I hope that when everyone reads Eric's poem they think it was by me. I did, thought maybe I typed it drunk one night...

I think I want wine.

I want this more for me, my body is mine.

So don't judge me.

Beer is not as good, at least for now.

Shut up, let me be!

Something else that rhymes with now.

there is a poem in some sort of rhyming scheme that I probably would have tried to do in high school, with this same result.

my life: a bunch of mistakes

7:28pm

A woman waiting at a bus stop offers
the man next to her
one of the four-leaf clovers
in her fast-food drink cup.

The man accepts it with some excitement,
places it in his breast pocket, smiling.
They spend several minutes laughing,
offering various quips.

When the bus pulls up,
the two find seats on
opposite ends of the bus.

Only me.

It is only me now, all alone.

I mean on all of these blogs u stupid jerks, grow up. GROW UP.

success

how do you be good at a thing?

how do you know?

Be good at every all thing for life

make da money, smoke dat crack

Conversations with customers at the kiosk, pt. 2

Basketball girl
"Hello."
"Hi."
"What can I get for you?"
"Umm... just a second."
"OK"
(Long pause)
"Um, ok, I'll gt a small old fashioned lemonade... haha such a hard decision"
"hahaha... there you go, have a good night."


Stern dad with child. Child has one of those "preppy" mohawks.
"Hello."
"Hi, how are you doing?"
"Good, how about you?"
"Can I get a sour cream & onion pretzel?"
"Sure."
"Bottled Water? Bottled Water?"
"Bottled Water? Sure... Thank you."
"Appreciate it."
"Have a good one."
"You too."


Young guy with big furry mohawk.
"Hello."
"Uh hey can I have a blue raspberry?"
"Sure what size would you like?"
"Yea"
"What size would you like?"
"Uh, medium--wait. What size is the $2.85?"
"Small, it's 14 oz."
"Can I get that one?"
"Sure!"


Shy girl
"Hello."
"How much are your guyses pretzels?"
"Three nineteen"
"Could I get a cinnamon pretzel?"
"Sure, will that be all for you?"
"Yea"
"Thank you... dollar eighty one is your change.. and there's your cinnamon sugar pretzel! Have a good night!"

Young woman from Victoria's Secret
"Hello"
"Hello"
"How are you"
"Good how are you"
"Good... Oh... What is the worst thing for me? I guess I'll get a nasty pretzel dog... one of those little ones... and a cheese. And I work at Victoria's Secret"
"Anything to drink with that?"
"No we have water at the store"
"Alright, 3.68 please... out of 5?...and a dollar thirty-two is your change. Thank you!"


Middle aged guy,  no-nonsense
"Alright I'll get a soft pretzel, and does it come with that dipping cheese?"
"It's 60 cents"
"OK"
"Did you want the cheese?"
"Yea"

Nose and Death

Purple is the greatest color ever
yet I can only move forward
in a straight line you dripping beast

I will not condone a course of action
that will burn my morning toast, Vice Roy
please don't get pissed over mall food discrepancies

Between the ambitious bone-marimba
flamingo swinging cool electric belch
she found her greasy gold, or wept

The end of the entire U.S.A. is imminent, burger,
if you look down the wrong pipe, fries,
or the so-called "other pipe of nefarious purpose" (wut?) me clown

"I was cutting wood for Poppa, on his lands, when I see three men shouting at me bout mur'dring them trees, they're beards were a swayin'  in the breeze, O mercy, I swaer... I don't know,  just wanted to help out  my Poppa! Why would they be hear anyway, worrying themeseleves sick over our old toughwood? Please help me bring justice to my Poppas' bosom land, m'lord. There's cold hard gold to sweeten the deal, to."

Devoid

No more girlfriend

No dog

No more car

No job

If life is an empty room, then thats cool.

Life is other things that I don't understand.

Ichiro bobblehead tomorrow night.

Really, thats what I start thinking about.

"coping". Its what i'm doing, so bring on more sports

Then lose to DC United.

Teddy

         Once there was only the sticky song
  of the raw toads.
That was when I found the broken
                door, reflecting
     "I AM YOUR RADIANT BROTHER"
awash with the microscopic anguish of omnipotence,
                          O, bother.
                                                                                      within
I can see their
          small sandy forms
                     flickering like candles in the old wood
          granular like the TERRIBLE-EVER-DEATH ROTTEN
    happily chattering on the beach,
         she glances slyly sideways before spilling her lemonade
     in the sand
and it's a giggling boon in the end
   -->WHEN THE STRONG OILED MAN CONSOLES HER!


sweet friend           sweet friend
                shatter me                    with your benevolent
ice
      pick
               my shards will be good to your vodka

          on-the-rocks I love you.

Perchance

They say there's a
      sweet ruin inside:
             "read 'em and weep, boys."          What the deuce?
                                                             Look
in the pale furnace for what we are:
           a video tape on rewind,
     grinding, whirring; then a static blue end.

If a tofu

If a toefoo

is a round fat

then bound bat

the rancoo

he gave it up

or away

either one

he gave something somewhere

ok?

what is a tofu?

but fat

butt fat

I just want to winn

always loosing, sometimes losing

cuz no more randy winn

mariner one time

apologize profusely.

cuz you should, cuz you suck

hell yeah you fuckin' suck.

//….//////////bald

The what the umps
the whats up
Won the won the womus
A nocus in sneeer
fondingly insuntificant
With noting sinceneritiousness
Frequant donkey front/back
OOOOOOHHH
NOOOOOOOO
ffffferenitic! nono to not by
Evil with the bap
Nap bap bamtist!
RIMTIST! RIMTIST
A momold is aptent!
NINSING TOLORT “MANG-rist”
Sam ram into a rimptist!
Rom paps! NODRGRINA
ROM ROM ROM
noetry nonskins qweurt in ton
a rabbitry neeeeel on a rrreeeeeem.
NDD. 1, maaaa!!!!! because

Re: Purple

http://ericsdiy.blogspot.com/

My limbs stretch out
for something so far away
I'm poking myself in the back

Grime

Smooth cold stone,
my fingers slide so easily back and forth,
Why would you glorify a dungeon?
the tendrils feel so hot,
How could there be a pleasure in blood?
unspeakable unspeakable
dehumanizing pain,
empty obscene pit,
writhing on stone,
flayed like father's rare steak,
marinated with dirt,
ignored forever

Hey what?

Do you guys believe in the future. I'm pretty sure I reached God now. Did anyone, what, was that all about? Was that what we discussed. SPOOK AL BOWA! THIS IS A DISASTER! Why spook him? This is a disaster. Shane. Oh uh, look what I found. Kill some ducks! Shane invented this and then broke it, he invented it. Meaning is a mistake. We're all pretty mad about that apartment. Don't pet that dog so hard. Why isn't he quoting mine? What is going on. Did I say something interesting. Wow, Shane. I'm putting on Tremors, that is a funny joke. Amber has a blue-ray player. Adam, what is Adam doing right now. What? I can't deal with this. Jared look! He's doing nothing. Don't do anything, no. Jared this? Shane what are you even doing? You're freaking out. She's trying to ignore me. What? It's playing with no audio. Rosie, what are you doing? YES I DID IT! You made me have near nightmares, what is happening? Where is Rosie? Where is she? Where is Rosie? Everyone is dead, who cares? I don't like you guys. What is going on? Well I'm watching this alone then. I'm turning this up too loud. Tremors. What is going on? Those two? I forgot you guys existed, for most of the time I was outside. I realized I care about you guys more than I care about them. Having a kid is rough. Turn it lower.

(Posted by Adam)

Its Ok (its not ok)

There are no stars in the sky, what I bummer. I continue to peer, hoping that I was just wrong and did not look carefully enough. Im surrounded by friends who only want to pat my belly and smoke weed. Joh-Nee just wanted my 5 hour energy and it hasn't worked out. Im going back to Georgia.

Search for a cage,
big enough for Shane

found poem #2

"All this taurin is produced chemicaly because you could not meet the needs of modern society through natural sources, bulls balls, rocky mountain oysters, bull ding dongs.

The vegan cat and dog food that is produced and testes by scientists and vets does smell and taste similiar to the meat based one, so I can not imagine what the pet would miss."

taken from: http://happyherbivore.com/2010/09/vegan-dogs/

this morning

To the store to sit. She parked at Hair Masters "Congratulations" she should tell them she should have worn the slippers the monkey faced slippers. then people will think ill of me and i can devour their 2D wrath and fill the other parts of me. inserts the day old movie smells like metal tastes. leather waste. she finds a home on a cooler. YOU can pull or sit upon. she finds refuge amongst her castle of beer. the man tears it down. like he does sometimes. and puts its broken pieces on a green trolley. cart of death. and ecstasy. the bleeding small one grabs 12 bags as she fondles the 2lb for $1 oranges. glances at the cookies. ehhh.. surrounded by remains of what once was and 2 for $5 fiber bars . that one is warm. the coffee coats her insides like a small parade of sticky vanilla ones sweating and slipping. it was then i remembered the paint chips. WATER BALLOON fuck. gangsters swagger. shes making human right now. my insides are a world outside a whirled. i wonder more. they are all famous and do not know. as the native chants in her head become to loud to ignore she danced and flapped and gave into her small voice that never speaks but thinks obscenities like throwing cups at doors. the small one will be here soon. the muffins look delicious.

Parboiled corpse
Moussa Koussa birthday cake

Mount

I want to tag along with you guys,
I want to be the paper thin streamer
on your mega silver kite,
so light,
just flit away like a dust mote,
be gone be gone,

I want to follow along with you few,
I want to be the super sallow bird
on your invisible death flight,
so white,
just explode into a trillion pieces,
be gone be gone.

Yard

A the ways I write! The
Words i Write! for The
Reading human to Read!
you read a poem by my
human hands and
defined by these
buttons! these ones
are the only ones i know
and they are the only ones i can
know how to use! I dont
learn HTML yet!
ask a pro,
they will no

Sorr,y now to the vegan foods!

I went to stoer, in america,
it was a good food store, i walked by tonnes of
places where i could get a foot, i
kep going cuz it wanted a certain
food store.

I to the store went with
an idea of :) want
and turend it into a
baskent foll of fruit
and candies
now i eat amd
and am full man. so

Consciousness poem in the context of an American day

Where I From

Where I from,
there is no place,
elders are hated,
there is no society,
family is nothing,
community is a no-go,
food isn't tasted,
everyone does drugs,
stones are kicked,
worms writhe on the cement,
trees are slaughtered,
rare young meat is everyone's favorite,
fish are dead,
houses are filled with pointless,
plastic for everything,
every child has ADHD,
lazy is essential,
the neighbors cook meth,
dogs run wild,
the sky is a burnt orange,
brilliant with heat.

Trash

The trash! the moldering, rotting, festering trash
that pervades all human society,
the stench of greedy ambition, gluttonous desire,
the decaying, purulent fleshy orbs of envious business motives,
the all-encompassing virulent splash of jealous posturing,
decades-old crumbling filthy squalid garbage,
putrid, fat, considerable globs of nothing-civilization
smeared everywhere like wretched, crusty polyps.

Did you mean: 我看了中国的纪录片，共产党似乎没有反应，并会很快下降，也许，但其无法预测，我认为往往巨大beaurocracies住了很长时间。缓慢的革命

Star Constant Kahn Stansted the dot - com Internet bubble
Presents the danger of striking volcanic cliff
However, Constantine Costa Wyoming UT Starcom
Know this, and has developed
Auto Answer, the
The risk of deployment in the event
Emergency exists. Dr. Sau Po ensure
Smooth transition of power between the
Ministers come and go,
The number of commitments growth for all
Villages in the county.

Afraid, because of "no"

There is a distance, in all human endeavors, a gap,
between the intended and the achieved, something
devastating to witness but always present,
but not something that need be crippling
to the intentions and process of
collective movement of any kind
in any direction. This is humanness,
and the highway that carries your family may
crumble, and the 10000000 barrels of oil
that carry you home will dry up
and a new ugly, human, slow
revolution will create a new
shape and form of your life
and with it will come a
different type of identity
propagated by those in power
to shape you into something they
find useful to their needs. The party
must stay in power by any means necessary
and you will benefit in some way, however demeaning
it may seem at the time to your human mind, and
you will be eating a potato feeling sad, but you’ve
got a potato to eat that you didn’t even have to
grow, well, well maybe soon, maybe the day is coming
that you will not have a potato to eat unless you are
tending to your own garden, because the system
is dangling by a thread, and all humanity
is caught in a global storm,
and the fix is not something
advertised on the sidebars
of some blog, some
words of some
blogger,

No,

The world is
not a screen
the world is not
typed into a computer
by a human, and
the distance between
a human and another human is not
shrinking when these two are logged in
the distance only grows between our ideals
and execution unless we meet each other
face to face and do a painful human
thing, to become uncomfortable
and confront what makes
us uncomfortable.

Description of a Particular Moment

Spread over the trees like marmalade,
the wispy tendrils of an evening sky,
far beyond the un-squeezy endless cerulean,
there is no way to express the unending depth
of the sweet warm highlights that play like
effervescent candy on the ballooning tufts,
the smell of pines.

men

Many tubes
and no cap of rubber
on those plastic tubes
to stop them
from expelling
a thick, sticky
substance, from which
all human athletes pour.
Yes, all athletes
come from this thick liquid,
a result of the meaningless
words being spoken by
men, weird men
in ties and suits
meeting in downtown hotels
spraying liquids from
their tubes.

sup

Sharp and ugly me-brow,
spilling down my cheek like oil,
damp like a burnt cloud,
tentacled bear so stupid flexible,
marooned by the mima mounds,
are you my supper clown?
Infinity sigh at the supine mistress,
gluttons bathe in gold leaf,
the terrible moon of all-contorting wretchedness,
This is now this is now this is now.

Land of the Rat

I stand looking towards the bright sheen,
and see a smooth supple atmosphere surrounding,
the great vacancy is astounding to a mammal that has
recently became the master of the earth,
Oh how I stand to learn about the infinite spaces
that engulf us with understandable emptiness,
careening and whirling with unbelievable plasma,
while I sit and think and stink,
pursuing something that is so trivial in comparison,
and you can drink kombucha, of course,
but it's expensive.

Frozen Cuisine

Is it sad when not a teen,
to feast on bad frozen cuisine?

For Eric

Eric, please make a poem of everyday discussions with customers.

Every day. Please

You can make a poem while jogging

The atmosphere is great
when running, you suck a lot of it
into your throat,
just make sure you don't taste blood
in your mouth, that means you
were running too hard

I was out there, in the back
just jogging,
when I heard sirens and a helicopter fly overhead,
to bust a meth lab,
I thought, what if they mistook me for a drug man
and shot me through the head with their rifles?

I dunno, but I'd be dead in such a brief moment that
it would be like I never existed in the first place.
I don't usually jog in the back, I just wanted to move my legs once.
I'll be sitting in a cubicle soon anyways, and my legs will grow fat as hams.

a ghost ate by pac-man was red and named blinky and nicknamed in japan akabei

no i just don't liek how it fits.

i guess i won't smoke in it anymore

let's just snap and clap and bonk our knees

oops oops

oops pacman ate too

Five conversations from the kiosk, one never happened.

"I'll have a lemonade."
"What size would you like?"
"Is that the medium?"
"Yup."
"That'll do 'er."
Silence.
"Two seventy-four, please."

"Is that all you have?"
"It's all we have at the moment, yea... sorry."
"That's the jalapeno one?"
"That's the raisin."
"That's all they have. Okay, thank you."
"Sorry about that."

"Hi, I need an original, a cheese, and a diet coke... so I guess that's a meal."
"Okay."
"And I also need another original and a cheese."
"Alright."

"Do you guys have warm water?"
"Warm water? Um... we do, but it's probably not suitable for drinking."
"Okay."

"Hi."
"Hello."
"Can we have an original?"
"Okay, I only have the original nuggets available right now, is that okay?"
"That's fine. And she wants cheese to dip it in."
"Okay."
"It's four forty-eight. You're expensive!"
"Heh heh heh... sorry... There you go, have a nice day!"
"Thanks, you too."

mahe is a fuo

ckered shon in my apple nascartnt
watmech pkeawer
ry mahe is a fuo

ch pkey ared shple nasy apcaron in mtnt
wy maatmern in mp
rhe so a fuoceawkckeer eartnt

wap

A Wretched Poem

I wish I was dressed in cosmic gold,
    Adorned with jewels and a silver cape,
    Alas, I'm just a simple ape,
Plain and wan and nearly old.

New Poem

This a new poem

You better get ready

For the BOOM, here comes the BOOM

Ready or not, here comes the boys from the south!

A new poem, for your flavor crystals

suck on that, in your mouth with pistols

Ill fuck your wife or something, probably

thats what bad boys do, and my father wasn't around

When I was a child, so bad boy, right?

Fight, punch and kick and stab and punch

punch punch, my favorite physical action

crunch crunch, your face.

An answer

He a come in
Talk this time to me
A excite about “hemp”
He right, the many uses
The absurdity of
the legal system

Hemp

But the other time
I meet this man
Out of two times
to hear him talk about
hemp again
this time he is mid conversation
with his son

I think
he feel hemp a god
and what

I can write a new poem too.

I can write a new poem too.

I can type a new poem also.

I can write a poem about my shoe

It's a right shoe, it's a shaun white shoe

don't judge me, it was on sale

Blue shoe, who knew, 16 dollars or soo

Well Chase said I need it.

I was at Chase bank, sad. I know.

I needed to withdrawl (withdrawl is southern for withdraw) money to pay rent...ugh.

No income, it's ok, who cares.

Well one of the people who work at banks

the ones above cashiers or tellers I mean

one of them, in this case a woman, she intercepted me

from going to the tellers. I've seen how this works from multiple visits.

Anyway,

Yeah I need to get all of this money out. I "just" moved here from Washington. No, I don't want that or that.

Oh I need a new debit card cuz I have an "old" one that might not work soon or some of "them" have been inconsistent at "working".

Ok whatever, the new one will be a visa, and a new one means a later exp date and shit so whatever, fuck, I don't care.

Well...

I get my new card in the mail.

Guess What...

Guess, right now....

I will give you a chance to guess...

.

.

.

.

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.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

The Card has a new number, but beyond that is exactly the same as my "old" card. Not a visa, still mastercard. Wow, fuck.

Fuck me.

Fuck life.

Hey Eric

Who cares, he's old.

dumb

Lately I've been so glum
dragging myself to and from
work, but then I saw an old man with no leg
and I cried at the selfishness of my stupidity.

Missing the point

empty eyes
lacking interest
lacking understanding
try to cope with
the lack

Ggg

WILCOX THE FRESHMAN MAKES THREE WITH SHOCK CLOCK EXPIRING DOUBLE TEAMED WHILE FOULED

consume some of this please

because all I do is eat
and pee
and poop sometimes
and sleep

Three Haikus

__________________________________

The trees are bending
behind the rain, then there's a
whistle at the door.



If I was a cloud,
I'd soar with my mouth agape
like a moray eel.



A wet rock stands guard,
alone, against the pale foam.
Soon the gray gulls cry.

__________________________________

Big Thing

T Mobile commercials

holy shit

Mimic the Mac vs. PC commercials in style.

Cept T mobile has a girl, in a stupid dress.

She's pretty skinny, but i'd probably fuck her.

I bet if that commercial comes on, and boys or men ages 16 - 1000 are watching it, they will remark about sexual acts with the girl.

Anyway, what was I saying?

Oh yeah, nothing.

Oh yeah, so t mobile against the i phone...not apple, just iphone.

iphone guy has no shirt, and he looks rather average, his bare torso resembles a weak 16-24 year old with little to no body hair who probably eats hot dogs and doesn't work out much.

So he looks silly, because he doesn't have large muscles or muscle tone, but he is standing without a shirt.

If he was a fit muscular man the commercial fails.

Be sure to do this if you want to be popular...

Make sure the joke is easy enough and juvenile enough and stupid enough and reference enough pop culture in the joke or else no one will get it and you will never be successful and host an awards show. Also make sure that you are cute in someway, ironically cute is the choice for 2011.

Fuck, shit.

I went to some fucking place

Probably where people could describe something "gay", and then laugh

I did gay shit there, cuz it was a gay place.

Everyone liked a type of thing, everyone.

Everyone loves Justin Bieber, I think it's gay

Didn't you see souper boll?? Bieber looks like a girl LOL! LMFAO! ROFLMAO!!! HA!!!!!! OMG, EPIC WIN!! FTW

HAHAHA THEY MADE FUN OF YOUNG BIEBER MAN EVER THO HE WAS THERE!

that commercial, maybe it was pepsi, i don't know, who cares.

but fuck, everyone loves fallout boy now. whats up with that?!

Oh, you mean its not 2005? oh, sorry.

???? FROZEN FESH \\\

He became a frozen fesh
when he finally
decided that he understood
his use-value

And this allowed him to
separate the things that
he had previously connected
and had seemed fluid

And intermingling
before he decided
that he is a frozen fesh
on a plat.

Sometimes

I gave my friend a big, soft doll
a sweet token of my love
one day I found it sopping wet
       (on the cement)
grinning lifelessly above.

A mostly normal Man.

Jim Donarus is a married man in his late 40's. He is mostly fat, balding on his head, and he wears glasses.
His wife is named Jane probably, he is not attracted to her.
He "settled", because he is uninteresting and not attractive.
What does Jane care, she has a husband a sad child probably.
Jim spends most of his time talking to his co-worker and friend, Ryan C.
While Ryan is the same age as Jim, women who flirt with him tell him that he looks 35.
Ryan has a wife, no one knows her name, but Jim is very attracted to her. She is a milf.
He uses any excuse he can to see Mrs. C. When he is not in the same room as her he is thinking about her.
Most of Jim's sad life is spent thinking about Mrs. C. He has become obsessed.
He wishes that he as motivated, or had good genes, or had confidence, or had hair.
Many hours are wasted dreaming of a life with Mrs. C. It's not like he has anything better to do anyway.
He doesn't talk to anyone about this problem. It seems abnormal to talk aloud about it, plus it makes him sweat thinking about it.


to be continued.

"Found poem" 2/22

"
Fun Things for Married Couples to do

• Fun thing for married couples to do include taking a trip to a Safari Park or visiting some historic sites.
  
• Biking or bowling are some fun things for married couples to do together.
  
• Sing karaoke together.
  
• Another fun thing for married couples to do is do yoga together.
  
• Married couple can feed each other fondue for fun.
  
• Taking your wife for a helicopter ride is another fun thing for married couples to do.

"

-taken from:  http://www.buzzle.com/articles/fun-things-for-couples-to-do.html

Bean Goose

We had: mocha, double mocha,
              americano, double americano, triple americano,
              machiatto, caramel machiotto, double caramel machiatto no froth,
              single shot mochiozzo, double shot mochiozzo,
              drip,
              Hot tea, cold tea, double tea,

I don't think I'm ugly I just think it's funny

My nose is like a crow's nose,
my eyes are like two coals,
my mouth is like a gaping grotto,
my chin is a stump,
my hands are just like squids,
my knees, like vice grips,
my feet are like a duck's feet,
my ears are like motor oil funnels,
my hair is like a brillo pad,
my cheeks look like sandpaper,

my thighs are awful rubbery,
my arms are sickly green,
my teeth are rotting away,
my eyebrows are lurid caterpillars,

my brain is like yogurt
my tongue is a sea slug,

Friday

I.

I like to draw heads,
you can draw the eyes,
the shape and size,
it's fun to make something new,
in pen blue.

But they are so flat,
they look so stupid,
so contrived,

Sigh,

I like to draw a head,
looking straight up,
but it's disgusting,
abrupt,
I hate it in my gut.

Is that usual?
Is it cruel to stare,
is it o.k. to stare at a child,
when they were staring at you first?

Did you ever stare at a cat,
an old wise one who was resting on his belly?
You shouldn't, cats find that aggressive.

A child will stare at you,
even when you are looking straight at him.
We get so bashful when we age,
not at all like a fine cheese.

II.

A guy came to the house to lay tiles.
He had a big blue van,
He was balding but with ponytails,
he was an older man.

He told us he only eats two meals,
one in the morning and one at night,
My Mom tried to serve him pizza at noon,
He didn't touch it, but he left with a beer alright.

On his last day he brought us
two quarts of sauerkraut and
two bottles of his homemade wine.
One was red one was peach,
it was a good wine!

I drank a glass of it,
  for good health,
but then I couldn't understand the movie
afterward, it was too confusing, so much talking,

don't get me wrong I like a good drama,

but lately I just
want to watch explosions
and,
   and car racing,
 machine guns,
and speedboat chasing,
    are these selections o.k.?
        Is this bread soft enough?
           Is this raw enough
 *sigh*
    I want to pilot an X-wing, Sigh

III.

When I was  ____teen,
I was so stupid,
I took a Clif bar and mashed it into the shape of a
       turd,
and set it on the floor to watch people's reaction.
  Males should go to school 2 years later than girls
because we mature so slowly and stupidly,
     I wore fat skate shoes at the time,
        but you probably already guessed that.
Huge fat black skate shoes, like big blocks on my legs,
god that looked stupid, probably made of shiny leather
or softy suede, and I probably loved to eat a hamburger back then,
and a fat greasy cookie  from kim's corner.
  

Yesterday

Yesterday I was down at the kiosk,
A customer came up and points at meat,
my older coworker said,
"yes that's our 100% beef dog,
    there's no filler in that"

I stood there for a few seconds thinking about
           it.
Did the customer think that there may have been "filler"?
            who knows.
What is this "filler"? Maybe I am no expert on sausage

I hate working at a place like that

Friend's house for dinner

I remember,
when I was young,
and more of a dick,
and I would go to my friend's house.

Several times I would stay for dinner.

    We all sat around the table, and there was probably
  chunks of breaded chicken or something,
and my friend's mom would say, let's say grace.

Then we would all have to hold hands, and close our eyes,
but I would look around at everyone.

It was so funny,  looked at them with their eyes closed.

(These last two poems are a lot like Shane's previous one because I just
read his)

"Thank you Jesus for the meal" or something his mom would say,
     I ... Don't ... Remember...!

Have more respect.
Should I?

     OH these things are nothing in life,
aren't they?
Grainy bread, dead bread

It's Tuesday

I started chuckling uncontrollably
when we were all eating salad,
 Someone put their unwanted tomatoes in my bowl,
one after
   the other.


I started chuckling,
when we were eating the salad with a balsamic vinaigrette,
my mom had asked me why I was so angry,
  and I didn't say anything but just started laughing after a few seconds,
       two people were looking at me.

I couldn't help it.

  It was so funny.

It's what it's like what when in the movies when
the people, what they do is start laughing when
and about whatever is pissing them off or something.

Seattle.

Soon I will be in Seattle.
If things work out.

I will have smoothies to share with friends.
Strawberry-Banana with Shnozberries.
Who wants some more? Don't forget to blend the ice cubes!

We will play soccer. It will be fun, we will take turns in goal.
I will score the most points though.

Points are better than goals.

We will make art. It will be better after wine.
Or beer.
Cider?
Goldschläger.

Movies that no one else likes, it's ok. Pretend that that that was the point.
Make a band. Indie-Punk-Metal. You know, original music.

Watch the Sounders fight and win. But the season will be over by then. Go Seahawks.

Walk around town, I mean city.
Go get bagels at places, walk by cute girls. Probably.

At least I can finally have Suicide Party 2012. When i'm 26. Way overdue.

2/12/11

The rain fell,
and then it stopped
But I can still
hear the dripping
when I listen

Someone had heard
the rain,
but then a rainbow appears,
and George W. Bush saw it,
he understood a message that
“Freedom is beautiful and universal and
everybody deserves to lead a free life”

But you can still hear the
water dripping from the
roofs
The water
still falls.
Still leaves
the alleys muddy.

A human life

"Once on the inter-campus bus
[Sloop John B] started playing
and I started to get into it
and I noticed about 5 Rap-culture black kids
picking on me for my 'wimpy music.'
I wasn't going to let them ruin it
and by the end of the song
I had them all singing along with me"

Brand New

Buy something soon.

Buy it now, soon has passed.

Buy it used? Buy it new?

Buy it new!

It probably has packaging.

So open it...

Well now it's used.

Utility

Take the automobile, for instance
Its wheels make contact with the road surface
in order to:
Tree, green, meet, smooth

And it doesn’t have a
care,
Other than the level of its
inner fluids

It's ok, I promise.

It's ok

Life's a joke

It's ok

Time to toke

Unless you don't think weed jokes are always funny in any situation

Cuz c'mon brah...

fuck2

Our worst fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure! It is our Light, not our darkness, that frightens us. We ask ourselves: Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented or fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? YOU ARE A CHILD OF GOD. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God within us- it is in everyone. And as we let our Light shine we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are Liberated from our own fears our presence automatically Liberates others.

fuck

Well I'm a college graduate from CWU. I majored in Biochemistry but had to change it to Interdisciplinary Sciences when I moved back from Ellensburg to the Westside finishing college at CWU Des Moines, along with a minor in Psychology and Zoology. My next steps are finishing the various prerequisite classes for medical school along with taking an MCAT preparatory course this summer. I will most likely take the MCATS and the PCATS this fall and based on which exam I do best in I will decide whether to go into medical school or pharmacy school. Five years ago I would have told you my main hobbies are gurls, guns, cars, and parties but I've had to sacrifice my beautiful Mustang along with partying too much because of the repercussions but I've had my fair share of all of it before and during college so I hardly miss it. I do love gurls but I tend to avoid relationships because all they do is mess up your dreams and goals for the future ( no offense to anybody) so I stick to short term flings and dates. I still do love guns though and if the government would ever take away our 2nd Amendment rights they can pry my SKS off of my cold, dead, body. I'm street wise and have been through more than most people my age have even although my appearance and demeanor do not show it so I can hold my own unless in the most dire circumstances. I'm loyal to my family and my best friends and would defend them without restraint if they needed help.

well here's a poem i guess

Its ok.

When you suffer Loss.

Others will tell you bad things.

About said loss.

Lies, tons of lies.

To help you cope.

So you don't hurt yourself in response to this loss.

Please do it anyway.

Kill yourself.

Finally.

Just in case.

stupid writing, why not though, I already made it, it's too late ... durrr

Ronny's mother was snooping around in Ronny's notebook, and read the following passage:

It's all just so open, so very vast, 
a lot like a sweet, undulating plasma.
It's all just so prodigious moist,
so incredible smooth, 
so squeezy cool marmalade 

After this, she thought he was very strange. When Katie came home her mother told her to come into her bedroom so they could have a serious talk. Naturally, Katie was vexed. She instantly felt a terrible sensation in her abdomen. She went into her mother's room and sat on the bed.
"Katie, I wanted to ask you about Ronny", said the mother, to Katie's relief.
"I'm worried about him -- I read a note of his and it sounded like maybe he was taking drugs. I know he's been seeing some new friends lately, do you know anything about them?"
"No, I've never talked to them, they're all kind of weird and no one really ever talks to them... I don't think Ronny's on drugs though, what kind of note did he write to make you think that?", said Katie.
"Well it was very confusing and strange writing, it didn't make a whole lot of sense, it didn't sound like the usual Ronny."

After their discussion Katie made herself a cheese sandwich and went to her room. She got onto AIM and told her friend about her talk with Mom.

QTPacSunChik3: lol my mom thinks my brothers a stoner
xBorderGurlx3232: lol is he
QTPacSunChik3: i dunno

Meanwhile Ronny was sitting on his friend's couch, smoking pot. "Hey dude, you got any doritos", he said, squinting and giggling. His friend started laughing, because it was so ironic that Ronny would be smoking pot and calling him "dude" and asking for chips. "Hey Ronny, we should, like, make a video or something.", said his friend, Tom. Tom went to his room and got his digital camera. "Let's go to the woods, we can just come up with some random dialogue and start filming it and then afterward I'll edit it so that it's funny. Then we can post it to google videos and it'll go viral." They both started chuckling at this and went outside. They walked into the woods, were the leaves were freshly rotting and the air smelled like fungus. "It smells like danky mushrooms" said Ronny, cracking up. "Hey, hey, how 'bout we make our video like, scary or something, like real foreboding, like (giggling) it smells real musty and there's something in the woods coming after you", said Tom.
Ronny agreed and they filmed a scene. Ronny and Tom both knew that sometimes homeless people would camp in the woods. Presently a dirty man in a shabby coat came out of the brush and starting walking down the path. "Holy shit, dude, run", said Ronny.
They ran away from the man, even though he had no sinister intentions and just wanted to walk into town. The man even thought to himself, "I understand why they would run away from me, it's only natural to be scared of someone you meet in the woods."

The forest path snaked through the dense, rusty brush. It was the time of year when forest paths are completely covered in leaves. Ronny and Tom came to the cliff-edge, where down below the cars flew by one after another. They were still laughing from fright and excitement, and sat down in the leaves. Tom pulled out his glass pipe and a sandwich bag with some weed. He fumbled with a chunk of weed and dropped it into the leaves. "Shit, I dropped some weed into the leaves.", he said. Ronny reached into Tom's lap and said, "it's right here in your lap, doofus." "Dude, you almost touched my balls", said Tom seriously. He looked pissed. "Oh come on... what, do you think i'm gay or something?" said Ronny, his upper lip raised in disgust. "Well you fucking reached into my crotch. I always thought you were weird, you fag." They both stood up. Ronny said, "dude shut the fuck...", but stopped when Tom shoved him. Ronny looked confused, and then stepped forward and tried to shove Tom back, but Tom was much larger than him and sometimes lifted weights after school. Tom pushed him again really hard. Ronny stumbled backwards and lost his footing. Tom saw a look of fear come over his face as he tumbled off the cliff. "Oh my god!", Tom yelled, looking down below. Ronny had fallen down onto the highway.

Tom ran home, but then went back to the cliff-edge and kicked the leaves around where he and Ronny had fought. He also deleted the scenes he had filmed from his camera. Later that night he saw on the local TV station that Ronny was dead, he had been run over by a van, and they thought it might be suicide. Tom felt so awful, he had always felt that everything was like a big funny joke, but he had killed his friend because he was so immature and stupid. He thought about all these things, and he came to the conclusion that he would not ever tell anyone about what really happened. Thus, he lived the rest of his life as an immature baby.

Sometimes while laying in bed he pictured Ronny's guts glistening on the pavement.

coolian endocats

maybe
  there's
    a way
      to see
        the undeniably
          smooth-layered
            undulating
              princess.
                O it's better to be keen than seen
                   thought a fond,
                     understated cake-faced
                       wiggling mouth
                          of a charred flabby
                               mister
                                      once
                                             was
                                                     a
                                                         child
                                                                  ,
                                                                         but now
                                                                only a chilled
                                                        antiquarian
                                                collection
                                           of trading
                                         cards,
                          sweaty brow
                       sweaty brow
                 cascading
            careening
        crashing
  against
the
tides....... 
thinking
                                        "What sense
                               is it to live when the body
                        will only become food for the moss
                 and we'll never meet our friends again, and we'll
            ever be at a loss                       for words because
         our bodies will                                be a mush or a soot"


                                             But
                                       when you are
                                 surfing on green sweet
                             tundra it's harder to accept
                           the crystal death and the doomed
                        winds, and the heavy sails we all tote
                     and fill with the wind of time blowing us all
                 toward a tumulus of thought and guts, and easier
             to picture the toxic red sequential waxy outcome of all
   pointlessness as an infinite mote of voluminous jelly surrounding
the body the body absorbing and spiraling towards a sinkhole that
         is  dirty brown and caked with the resentment of the rice
   harvesters and the hatred of the coin-counters and the goodness
         of the rice harvesters, and it's all mounded together,
                         teetering
                               precariously
                                   on a
                                 metaphor
                                   thin
                                    woody
                                      pole
                                       or
                                    stack
                                      of
                                    blame
                                    sheets.
                                                      My
                                          Abdomen
                                  is telling
                              me
                   "An ever-wave
                              is making me
                                          sad, strawberry dream."
                                     
Puke.                     

mangus

this
                          is nothing
                                                compared
   to the endless string                                        I don't know it.
                                  of
         obliterating                mind-devastations,
                             or the                                        <insert>
           orwellian                              thought prison
of                               computer life,
                 or is it more than  <br> </html>                                     

"maybe the same?" says Rufus,
                                                                            O mangus, O mangus,
                                             I don't know <body>
     it.

nobby

my mother's kitchen sponge,
my mother's kitchen sponge,
all the hope was squeezed out,
wrung out, a lot like the chunks
of cat food stuck into the sponge.

I don’t want it to be about art or poetry

Mostly it is
good if those
ideas is
those few things together
that can be corroborated
all those things can be
all those things are
if those can be
then
they are
real,
sad, really that that’s all
the sameness that it takes
some people know about this

Pinkey-Leman's Scarlet Cap

Brad: Hurry up, we're going to be late! Why do you always take so long to get ready?
Melanie: My god, you're annoying! The more you complain, the longer it's going to take!
(Pinkey-Leman comes into the room, meowing)
Brad: Pinkey-Leman, would you like a saucer of cream?
Pinkey-Leman: Why, that would be purrrrrfect, thanks

And the amazing creature produced a slip of paper, on which the following was written:

Darkness, Cloudness, Cover-my-sheets
Leave me to ponder the evergreen
I see a pattern in the trembling heat
of an oven-charred, withering skeleteen

By now, Melanie was finished with her primping, and said, "I decry the state we're in, this modern age, where no reverence is held for fine things, where craftsmanship has become an impractical practice befit only for the fairground." And they all nodded in agreement.
Pinkey sat on the sofa, with one leg atop the other, casually slurping on cow's cream. Bradley remarked at the feline's fine scarlet cap, well-made vest, and glittering brass buttons. "What fine clothes you have there, old Pinkey-Leman!" he said. "Thank you, young man", Pinkey-Leman replied, with a pleased expression. "When you become old, like me, you might be able to collect a few nice things yourself. Take this scarlet cap, for example. When my father, Santiago Vespanino, set sail for the southern coast, he had not a penny to his name. When he arrived at the small port of Mannings-Wincelsly, he gathered a group of respectable young adventurers and set off for the fabled silver temple, a place of unbelievable wealth free for the taking. For three days the company traveled towards the mountains, and on the third night one of them wrote this in his journal:

If i lived in 2019,
I would be in a heavy metal band with a gay-cowboy theme,
I would play drums and every slap
of the drum-skin would take me to a sunrise breakfast
in the most wonderful cottage,
Where lovely airs
and worldly cares
were nothing compared to the full flavor of the tea,
and after breakfast the crash of the cymbal would be an
afternoon excursion through the sunny meadows of a luscious valley,
with marigolds spread across the grass as liberally as I had spread fresh cream
on my morning toast,
and There under a sweeping stroke of tufty vine I would sing this ballad:
"O'er the fullness of a weeping wind,
the angel comes and goes again,
The sun doth shine in such a vale
and moonlight renders it akin,
to shallow gardens, green and pale."
And with those words I would be yet again above all peaks,
swaying in the winds, the arctic wind, and the doomed winds.

The next day the travelers arrived at the mountains of Sarad'Aldur, and beheld
an ancient riddle, carved in stone:

"He who dares to travel 'yond, shall first make offerings to HOD, respectable keeper of the willow wand"

For eleven days and eleven nights, the company pondered this gloomy omen, until the fourteenth night they said, "let's make a burnt offering to HOD, and peel ourselves a willow wand". And so they did, wrapping a pine limb with the fatty skin of an avocado, and burning it. They then peeled seven willow wands and waved them about, all of them except the man who had written the aforementioned passage in his journal. This man, named Barbon son of Barbon, was wary of ancient words, and did not believe in mythology.

They passed beyond the puzzle-gate and began their ascent of the mountains. On the eve of the next day, they arrived at a dark cavern, from which an old woman wearing a moss-green hood emerged. "Who go by me house at this hour?" she cackled, raising her crusty eyebrow up and down, up and down. "Let me take a look at ye, and i'll tell ye if ye can pass be me house". She made the company stand in a tight row and paced up and down, grabbing hold of their chins or wrists as she saw fit. When she came to Barbon son of Barbon, she stopped. "Let me see ye wrist, young beast!" she demanded. Barbon held out his wrist to the slimy hag, who examined it and was very displeased. "I see that ye wrist be not covered in the sap o' the willow like ye brothers here, tellin' me ye did not heed the words carved in stone, carved by my grandfather and 'is grandfather together!" And with these words she dragged him into her cave and he was never seen again. The rest of the company were relieved that they remained unscathed, and continued their ascent.

Pinkey-Leman paused, and took a sip from his saucer of cream. He then continued, "

After another three days journey, the company reached the silver temple. It was a breathtaking structure, jutting out of the thick stone as if it had simply asserted its existence to the phlegmatic earth, who, unable to deny such claims, yielded to the silvery hulk. The six shining tiers of the building were perfectly smooth and geometric, and appealed to the objective aesthetic sensibilities of all the universe with its mathematically perfect constructions. As my father beheld this sight, a brave young chap of no more than 11 years scrambled towards him from some nearby bushes. "Sir, I have here fine scarlet caps for sale, if you would be so good as to purchase one for the very reasonable price of ____". My father looked down at the boy, and said, "Young lad, you are a very brave soul to endure the hardships of this mountain for your trading purposes. I commend your manliness, and I will agree to purchase a fine scarlet cap, obviously of the highest quality craftsmanship. However, I have as yet no money to give you, so I will propose a deal: I will take a cap from you now, promising that when we emerge from this temple I will pay you double the price you have mentioned." The young one thought about this proposal, and saw that it was good. He gave my father the fine scarlet cap and disappeared again into the bushes."

Pinkey-Leman stood up, straightened out his vest, and said, "And that is the story of how this fine cap came into the possession of my family. The rest of the story is not pertinent to the acquisition of this cap, but I will let you know that my father did indeed repay the child as promised."

Bradley and Melanie applauded.
Bradley looked at his watch with impatience and told Melanie that
they were gong to be very late if she did not hurry to put on her shoes.