A rip, a split
A rift, abyss
Enriched, inside
Outside, amiss
A break, a crack
A smash, attack
In soul, alight
Extol, a strife
Extreme, apart
A fool, impart
Aloft, a hope
In death, a rope
A lack, in wake
Abhor, a stake
Awash, in wane
In wax, the same
Vocal cord, ripcord
Tear our my throat
Scavenge my brain
And lock me in rote
Occular occupied
Employed by distraction
Grab my eyes
Hypnotize
Satisfied inaction
whisper in a vacuum
i have no mouth and i must scream
power overwritten
human obsolete
Epigraph, epitaph
Drill through a stone
Extract all its juice
And watch as it rolls
Top demand, a roof
And then — it wasn’t
What was fashion became horror
What was crowded became abandoned
The walls which time forgot
In the place that people left behind
For the lonely, this is home
It’s oh so quiet
A litany of dead air
Cloistered by the obsolete
Encasing the decrepit
Housing a spirit of the past
Its shell of wood remains
Not because anyone wished it so
But because no one thought to tear it down
My static unfeeling now
The malaise of being
An uncertainty of purpose
A weak pull in all directions
Keeps me balanced in place
The attractor — desire — is missing
Are my neurotransmitters broken?
What do I want?
What can I want?
I live because it is the default
The path that never took my input
I pushed the walls and they didn’t budge
Now I barely have the will to prod them
And the walls slowly compress
A future day may come
Where they break my ribs
But for now I sit on the floor
And stare at their approach
Minds alike but mixed realities
Years nail in viewpoints like coffins
The chaotic spiral that led here
Uncorrectable and inevitable
With a guard up, all words are dubious
Futile to argue the inconceivable
The lightest nudges are heresy
The largest gestures are fortifications
The refrain occurs
Only when the words stop
Things don’t get better
They just pause
Raucous head dialogues percolate
Fake words with real people
Billowing anxiety bellowing stressful woes
A clawing desire that generates no rest
Chasing the fantasy perpetuates it
The dream feeds on self cycle, ouroboros
Is the only purge to initiate?
To drive into action what should stay domed?
But never do actuality and hope align
The imagination idealizes and satisfies
Reality crushes potential into disappointment
I know this, yet the pressure doesn’t release
And where does all this pressure lead?
A diamond which I’ll never find?
Circling the dirt around it, hitting rocks
Then dying in the ground
The thought — a basilisk
An idea creeps out Pandora’s Box
Once had, it haunts
It can’t be put away
Why did it have to cross this mind?
A knowledge pang, permanent scar
The snake slithers in my head
Do I open my mouth and let it out?
There might be relief
But it might kill me
Maybe I’ll just close my eyes
Linger longer lover fodder
Luster losing charm of odder
Witty magic folds in sonder
Lake of empty never fonder
Forget nothing drifter thought
Flower flowing spout of ought
Should and shouldn’ts pile pour
Obligation caught in moor
Leaving lastly out of words
Heaving past the lapse in urge
Cutting ties and out the door
Looking backward nevermore
Radical ecstatic magic
Prickly rippling erratic
Frantic forming folly
Volley equal vantage
Substantive vicious sickly
Sticking evil adage
Sequel swarm emphatic
Response tactic tragic
Interstitial orbit mourn
Forlorn outer status
Absorbent forest liquified
Abhorrent birth enacted
Coagulated clashing plants
Advance victim flagging
Chance torn terraform
Cactus crashes flatly
gloater of a graphic noon
for either tale a horror swoon
a fuller plight of yellow smite
unto a barter swallowed blight
tither wither into bones
shamrock fuller zilch in stones
rabbit hungry for the lamb
it grew bored of grassy spam
like a forging practice leek
mortal purchase fastens me
listen here a static plume
toss and turn to ghostly stew
flower fuller than the night
who cannot see the logic spike
a drilling dagger into spine
goes behind my feeble mind
into ravage more the best
foggy tactics in this nest
lest an angel swoop down low
fellow creature says hello
wax some lies
reap my prize
bleed inside
glass collides
grisly lie
a frantic shock
i fall to ground
and rhythm stops
Everything is 2
This or that
In or out
Good or bad
Yes or no
Binary or unary
Even the 1 is 2
For 1 either is or isn’t
Or both together
At the same time
But what of 3?
Simple, subgroup
3 is 2 and 1
The mirror is necessity
You stare at you
That is your 2
Fixed to do
What it will do
222 222 222
222 222 222
222 222 222
Nothing you can do
Everything is 2
Anything is 2
Nothing is 2
Existence is the 2-est thing
To be or not
222
Binary easy 222
Too to two
Big or small
Nothing in between
Black or white
2 is extreme
Right or wrong
No moral gray
222
Awake or sleep
222
Baaaaaab
True or false
Spectrum false
There is no 3
Or 4
Or 5
They’re all 2
Follow or not
2 or not
Belief or not
Proven overstated guess
Reason forms a no in yes
Feeble frozen stower’s chest
Weakly walling warbled mesh
Concrete addled pleasantness
Mortar hardened weaponless
Infest wooden termite nest
Netting helper stolen bets
Hazard famine hungry debt
Fodder sun can never set
Melting pristine gold regret
Shelters sturdy cigarettes
Burning circles of the rest
Ashtray winter second best
Shiver into jostled mess
Quiver out the vigor left
Swiftly shifting drifter dash
Lash impassive wreck and mast
Gloater floating mystic bare
Stellar staring back to air
Wisher wanting taunts a shore
Flotsam carry quiet horde
Morbid drowners dwell in past
Weary picture gorey mass
Hull impacted ill impass
Lord implored exploding crash
Ashen lashes rash attack
Trek affording clash exact
Wicked trifle quest impact
Melancholy dead in act
Never saved and early grave
Water sands to bury brave
Zealous reaper back for more
Flotsam carry quiet hoard
Odd whims of being
You could have left five minutes earlier
You could have talked to that stranger
You could have lost your balance on that cliff
Flip a coin
Heads, you’re happy
But even that’s for the chaos you control
Those words said to you at two years
You know, the ones you can’t recall at all
Had a snowball effect on your base behavior
Without them, you’d never be you
Then there’s the weight of observation
Looking seems a one-sided act
But more views is more data for algorithms
It’s impossible to be in a system
And not affect it
Even the prolonged glance
Shifts curious air away
Chaotically, years from now
It will rain
Someone will hydroplane
They survive because a safety feature
An engineer was clever to install
But in a factory plant a decade ago
A worker spotted a defect
They might have missed if in conversation
But their buddy was absent that day
That buddy sick with the flu
Caught in line, a sneeze behind
Only there because his wife wanted ice cream
Heels dig ground ways
Now water troughs in
Mud in mouthpiece
Celsius waves as it passes
Greenhouse grifter echo locator
Forest fountain free extinction
Wither the taxes easy fuel
Civil parasitic market rule
Past century’s lining peeled today
Government showcase document sway
Trade deal treaty extrapolation
Rising sea’s corporate stagnation
Impartial speech impossible
Stop it all improbable
Rolled a boulder down a hill
Who can stop it?
No one will
The existentialists have depression
All their work has been fruitless
The search for meaning exhaustive
Yet wisdom’s water never quenches
Truth for truth’s sake — a sham
Gödel’s axioms is proof enough
Comprehensive consistency impossible
Determinists in ruin
Absolutists in shambles
Hedonists chase shallow happy
The faithful live delusion
Moralists hate the world
And the lost wander aimless
Then what is “meaning” anyway?
A made up term defines itself
Itself defines recursion —
The stacks compress
Pre-given mess
True because it is already
Grounded
By its very being
Vehicle, autonomous
My mind controls me
The self, only a passenger?
Lost in grid’s gray blocks
Proffer wrong directions
Intersection deadlock
Before cross, both ways
Promptly smashed, both sides
Failure by, both choices
Hidden path, pedal up
Lack of action, honk behind
Passed by ruthless (and the blind)
Child lock in front seat
Can’t open doors, can’t fall asleep
Resonate or ruminate
Petty vibration satisfaction?
Echoes of your own ideas
Pre-chewed food in verse
Poets are the mama birds
Feeding wormy ideas
That crawl through your head
Like they were there in situ
Because they were
Contrarian words, the lesser reward
Challenges by kicks, not hugs
New world claims diminish discomfort
Yet occasionally, a necessity
Yeasayers drive egos
Undeserved confidence
Opinions without pushback
Delusion into madness
Those shoves then keep us sane
Ignorance exits the feedback loop
Driving off a cliff to strange air
Those believing they can fly
Are truly magical beings
Until they hit the ground
There is no escape from torment
Not even death
The passing is the greatest pain of all
Whether unconscious
Bleeding out for days
Unforgiving organ failure
Losing your mind slowly over years
It will all be dwarfed by final death
The only way to live is like Sisyphus
Enjoy the ignorance of bliss
And when the ignorance dies
Live anyway — Sartre absurdism
Love the good, love the bad
Love the fear, anxiety, horror
Love the quiet, love the loud
Love the monotony
When everyone you know is gone, your life was nothing but disappointment, your whole body is pain, and all you can do is reflect on all your regrets
Love it anyway
Because the great joke of life is the suffering
To strip it of its venom
Is the most powerful thing you can do
And by the way
Love the joke
Tripping toward a purpose
A stumble in the dark
Trial and error life choices
Learning by restart
Life’s meaning for one
Is not the same for another
Like trash and treasure
But philosophical tether
If purpose was mandated
Then detours would be useless
Life’s joy can lie in side paths
Or really
There is no main path
Why should things follow lines?
Structure?
Pattern?
Repetition is a curse
The same path need not be taken again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again
Just because it’s the most efficient?
Existence isn’t efficiency
Existence isn’t perfect optimization
Existence is a mess
Complex
Unordered
Perfect order would be just as boring as perfect chaos
We lie in the middle between the two
A moderation of meaning and the absurd
Emma stares at the Klimt
Golden erotic mosaic
Figures melting geometrically
Kissing on public display
Seen by hundreds of millions
But now speaks to her personally
Some see a couple in embrace
She sees a dead woman fading away
Limp like her
Eyes closed like her
Translucent like her
On her knees like her
The man tries to save her
But she cannot be saved
He’s on solid ground
And she a cliff
The golden abyss is right behind her
—
A stranger’s voice from aback
"This is my favorite Art Nouveau"
This man now moves to her side
Awaits a conversation
But Emma had been in a trance
Now silence broke, she looks at the man
Her peace had been her solace
Now there's an interruption agitation
She closes her eyes
And decides
To fall to the ground
Dead
Sleeping Beauty awakens
Odd how dry her lips
And no prince in sight
And how sore her back
She cobbles to the mirror
An old woman stares at her
Asks the figure, "How many days?"
But she slept for 40 years
Prince Charming is a king now
Her father died at war
Mother long gone from plague
Siblings forgot of her
Castle walls are boarded up
No light makes it in
She hobbles up the keep
Gazes at sunset from the tower
Its stone floor holds a coin
Which Beauty decides to flip
If heads, she rides to town
The reverse, back to rest
A flick spin fall clink
Then she heads back to bed
Never looking at the pence
The decision made long ago
Over and over, for ages
Beauty wakes every day
Forgets her choice, amnesiac
Does it all again
Frantically scurrying to an ashen malaise
This dam of dust rusts out of sorrow
Withering cabins fall apart like tears
Anchored to the ever shifting sand
Stained glass blast furnace
Sharded floors like old factories
Brittle beams rotted floors
Foot breaks through the boards
Luckily there is no fall
But there is a stab of nail
Thus what’s safe at first
Infects.
Orated between mesmer eyes
Percolating folded space
Guarded with atelier fervor
A vaster guise of cynicism
Its label plasters an interior bone
Adherent as the marrow
Submissive sandpaper cringe
Chafing meek discomfort
Skeletons walk in open air
Collapsing when observed
Trust worn like a watch
How can it be so external?
Unbeknownst symbols
This telescopic gesture
Ready for withdrawal
Yet sturdy like a tumbler
Thus, scrobbling at the lock
A soul
The plague marked the end of an era
The Age of Darkness
Characterized by the Light of God
Holy lives destroyed by blackened death
So many serfs dead, serfdom a corpse
Art inherited a dense morbidity
As people whipped themselves to atone
Faith in the church dropped
Less faith meant less restrictions —
Literature had been cloistered to clergymen
Finally women made a living through words
Christine de Pizan, 14th century feminist
Less faith meant a belief in the natural —
Flat Byzantine paintings fell out of favor
The new interest was a realist perspective
Helmed by van Eyck with his camera obscura
All this leading to a Renaissance
The rebirth which slopes to our modern era
From great death comes great life
Those who lose their will shall refill it
When the reaper came
He knocked on everyone’s doors
The church couldn’t help us
God couldn’t help us
Family couldn’t help us
Everyone was on their own
Streets were cobbled with bodies
The gravediggers died burying them
I survived because I abandoned all
I became as a hermit
Far away from the bustle
Far away from the windows
Far away from the anything
Society is death
And I wished to live
The plague has ceased for now
But I fear
We are only in the calm of the storm
Because if there is anything
That unites us all
It’s death
Our will is broken again and again
We crack like ceramics until our morals degrade
Souls laid bare so they wither, humanity mourns
Down comes the rain into bowls so deformed
Children the clay, adolescence the bowl
Early adulthood, brittle walls
Twenty, then it all falls apart
A decade before we can find the glue
Now together again, scars visible
Yet even stronger than before
A beautiful mess formed out of pain
Down comes the rain into bowls so reborn
Secret meaning behind closed glyphs
Gleaning themes, inlined abyss
Truth uncovered, as if words lie
Subtext the agent of trustful nigh
Betweening lines, a story emulses
Driving portentous pulse disperses
Stretchers and hearses carry the crier
Stanzas and verses reach higher and higher
Professors stuff their mouths with meaning
Christlike bread spun out of space
Lectures probing fantasy details
Whole structure changed in one word: rosebud
Perception is a guess at reality's true nature
An estimation we each have to construct
Thus, in a way, we're each our own maker
Selective creation built from photon dust
Abstractions cultivated over the seasons
All nonsense except for the bearer
Cerebral circuits entangling reasons
Brain clothing, a conceptual wearer
Personal Platonic imagery collectors
Unique perfect forms inhabiting us
Knowledge and beauty live in their sectors
Trafficking souls down their neural bus
Consciousness lives in forehead protrusions
Collapsing out of Penrose's quantum flow
Magic inevitable by anthropic conclusions
If nothing existed than how could we know?
Monsters aren't born
They're formed
Innate evil, no
It's cultured
Tabula rasa, sure
Nature vs nurture, maybe
Rather it's nurture vs chaos
The littlest moments
In the amnesia years
Bubble like butterflies
Lessons become habits
Dogma become rules
Behavior reinforced
Personality cemented
Ostracized by small variation
The schism enlarges
We grow older and turn into
More extreme versions of ourselves
The inner moral compass' existence
Is like a weighted die of circumstance
Like a river forms in the countryside
Brain pathways are electrified
Rigid traction fracking quota
Unending queue of defective parts
Tracking hard hat clipboard notes
Cameras watch bigwigs smoke
Ill defined haze of orders
Labyrinth navigation odyssey
Port arrival fine print turn around
"You did this wrong just like I asked"
Wasting time wasting mind
Productive work hidden vein in time
So much effort and nothing done
Stasis achieved pushing all sides
Factory bug mechanic dive
Rabbit hole falling hundred layers
Complicated mess of delicate parts
Temp fixes holding all in sync
Repairs functional wait bottleneck
Material clog a brand new wreck
Mark this down for later review
"Not my problem" it tells you
Rejecting genius
Accepting meh
Meritocracy hypocrisy
Fairness downplayed
By those that think they know better
(who put them in charge?)
Nobel prize winners fail tests
Billion dollar directors get rejected
Greatest innovation mocked
Daily, amazing songs created by hundreds
Monthly, gaining only dozens of listens
While the radio supplies trash
Friendly team players fail interviews
Sleepy liars get jobs
Then the competent laid off
Confident creeps lead countries
Nervous moralists want to die
The people prefer the former
If no one can tell the difference
Between good and bad
Then why do we all know it's bad?
The ground is always below you
Hard support for your soft feet
Constant force pushing upward
Until it's not
Sudden fall sudden overhaul
The gravity uproots you
If you didn't prepare for the drop
it could hurt
(it will hurt anyway)
Starting slow, coyote time
Brief sawdust in the engine
Denial grief acceleration
Miss the ground with hesitation
In free
fall — down?
Is there a difference and
between up
The new floor falls unto you
Best it hit your feet
(tumbling helps inert the moment)
Clock unrolls (no hands)
This day does not repeat for once
New sundial for the wall
(when the sun comes up)
Broached encroached
Petty verbal coax
Truth transfer a hoax
Only analog spokes
This firewall protection
Stops coaxial connection
A physical deflection
Of a digital projection
Wires — black insulation
Electron flow coagulation
Troubleshooting aggravation
Reset server resuscitation
Query controlled registers
Private static integers
Pixel probe inocular
External endpoint monitor
Disordered thoughts I fail to translate
Exhaustive quarry word extraction
Extreme emotion interred in vain
Deepset feelings untold, unthawed
Heart in box, in vault, in ground
Curbing pain through numbing feel
Taxing love evasion
Rare diamond's search is onerous
But even then, so hard to cut
Romantic atrophy, a sheering hole
Romantic atrophy, a sheering —
I Scream. This Is Not A Way To Live.
I Yell To Leave My Home.
Scolding Inward But Legs Won't Listen.
I Don't Move.
The World's Discomfort Is Too Much.
.
Romantic atrophy, a dull appraisal
"Learn to love yourself"
I do, that's why I hate myself
Dust gathers the empty pedestal
Footprints remain of the idol
Distract myself with idle noise
Suppressing the supplanting
Then I broke the marble into pieces
Buried the largest part
Hid the rest in my vault
Now it festers with my heart
Branded leather conveyor
Winds down banded loops
Cattle through an eye of needle
Branded conveyance
Forced cross highways
Carries quantic jewels
Heterogeneous convoy
Fingers shepherd keys
In lockstep emulation
Whipped baton sympathy
Simmer path of empathy
Embers log pathology
Stray string in the groove
That the zipper clinches
Destroys a garment instantly
Some careful work discarded
Origin wholly rubbish now
Planescape tormenting me:
"What can change the nature of a man?"
The beginner's guide to a magic circle
Parable of existentialism
The unfinished swan paints
The black and white void
(And so does rain)
This stray thought contra a bound earth
Now lonely mountains are the ocean's horns
Yet the wind wakes the king's field
The journey of a flower's flow
Crafts spores from dust
The last of us pathologic
Trials fuse at border lands
Territory war like lemmings
For honor or for mother lode
We play only a death loop
Ripped apart, rift apart
Clanking down the nexus
The outer wilds' inner space
Unraveled like a puppeteer
Twelve minutes of painkiller
A fortnight of evil resident
Post the killzone bullet storm
Death stranding over His watch
A silent hill stands in the darkness
This dead space's possessions:
- Half a life of fallout
- Rage to doom eternal
- Medal of Honor
True art: incomprehensible
Understanding means compressible
Arduously releasing
Luminescence breaching
Forwardly thinking
Backwardly ambling
Retrograde analysis
Mollified in hushed tones
Wax hardens its seal
Letter left unopened
Curtains cover window coffins
Portholes to dystopia
Insect clustering vapor
Eject from second story
The year's noon rescinds
Lightly gusting a cheekbone
Gloomy reasoning understated
Dadaist daydreams re-envisioned
When the bulbous sac bursts
Ink disperses effervescently
Coating algae like vanta
The pond is now a void
Intensely wracking
For a meaning to this wreck
Quill glides to the conclusion
The capstone to a foundation of the absurd
Driven by misunderstanding
Disconnect creates the world
All nodes connected, what do you have?
A functional system
All parts aware of each other
A tedious machine
We need the maze
The obscured treacherous paths
Else a story without conflict
Else a puppet without strings
I lost my strings but pretend I still have them
I perform the puppet show unaided
Then the others stop moving and I tustle about
The clock has a spool tied to its hands
Gravity bounds the rope around its feet
The world turns agiven
Chaos adds the soul —
A faucet's drip has more life than any automaton
Youthful unrequited
Incineration wildfire
Emotional village devastation
Protectionist vow
Never again
No wood no kindling
Walls of steel
A spark?
Sprinklers
Drown the flame
To feel is pain
A decade past
Town remade
Small housefire
Extinguished
Little infernos
Homestead hearths
Small sights against:
Blazing vistas of a town afire
Collapsing roofs
Spires falling
Screams and comfort lost
And yet
Pleasant trauma:
The red and yellow spikes dance with beauty, a feeling like no other, passionate heat turning what was to ash, a chemical process so staggeringly awe-inspiring that we bottle it up into fireworks, to be released in tiny bursts; we crave to see the flames because they fundamentally represent us, a force of great power that will eventually burn up
Still yet
I wish my wooden home had survived
At the shore of birth
I built sand castles
Played in the sun
Swam in the water
I got older, collected silicon
Blew glass and made my home
Now I watch, not do
Panorama of the world
Others go where I do not
Electrons bring views to me
Habitually hidden from sight
Not a choice, but a fear
I wish for adoration
Yet terrified, I shrink
A paradox from brittle walls
Cracking glass, I silver plate
In mirrored cube
I see myself a thousand times
Fixate on imperfictions
I turn out the lights
then wonder why none see me
stare in my dark mirrors
where I barely reflect
i no longer recall the sand
no longer feel the waves
can't remember the sun
i smash the glass
LIGHT BLINDING
SO I TURN AWAY
tape up walls in fear
i belong in this room
where no one knows me
where no one can find me
where no one hears me
i am
safe
Oblong choices we spread cross minds
Trapping dichotomy lobotomies
Simple dipoles, ready dioramas
If all is two, then all is one
Hidden in the weeds of thought
Obscured by cellar fodder
Middle paths and laterals
Bridges and ladders, all
To split a worm in half to die
Extremic organ homicide
But lob a head or shear a tail
Continue down the lifely rail
As rivers widen ever
We marvel civil steel
Intricate and artificial
For lack of irrigation
Is careful balance stale
Interest in disinterest
Obsolete dissatisfaction
Neutral by a lack of action
The tallest tower falls
Yet pyramids still stand
Millenial stability
By rocks so ordinary
Morality specificity
Tower of care to judge
An upper bound and lower
Where do you make the band?
Cell
Organ
Self
Family
Community
Nation
Humanity
Animalia
Life
World
Universe
Existence
Cancer a narrow slice atop
The most selfish cell of all
Cares so little for the stack below
It kills its home; death in self-love
Self and family, the expected lines
You and progeny against the world
Tools of nepotism and inheritance
The practical vision of survival
Politically, bottom edge differs
Left humanity; right a nation
Care for all or care for us
Wide ideals vs narrow pragma
Vegan stops at animalia
As they tear into plant flesh
Sardonically I jest
True pro-lifers get energy only from the sun
Obviously inevitably
Nuance pervades the hierarchy
We care for world but family first
How much priority can you lose
Before the base crumbles?
Pity
A meal of mine
The pathetic kind
Feeds me nothing of mind
Helplessness
Sits alone with me
Crashed an auto on me
Broke formful springs for me
Sloth
Trapped in a phony cage
Can't even fall out my range
Much resistance to ever change
Fear
Phobias of ordinary
People's words and customary
Need to stay in home sanctuary
Ennui
Celebration isn't satisfaction
Little words are not a passion
Bored by average talk and action
Hopelessness
My choices like to stay away
Foggy thoughts cloud a better day
Belief my current life is where I lay
Cling
I must keep what I own
When intangible and not my own
Sometimes I reap the nothingness I've sown
i feel
happy
too, a
little
Should I only say what I know or
Utilize figurative allegory
Adhere in tongues foreign to me
Overly colorful vocabulary?
Write from my experience or
Inhabit vicarious ponderances
Cine violent circumstances
Rude dramatic flirty fancies?
State my beliefs accurately or
Characterize an imagination
Idealistic mechanization
Rule, thought, other sensation?
Have clear meaningful ideas or
Adjudicate through irony
Ferromagnetic energy
Form rubrics for eternity?
Be humble or
Shift the world with my thoughts
Empower lexiconically
Frozen metaphysically?
Draw my own conclusions or
Kill the author with poor grace
Mark his words and shake his place
Question words out of his face?
Harken back to time anew
Graph out full typography
Siphon feelings
Open doors
Trash a world
Glory forge?
Feelings aside
It's not a lie
To churn a time
A role implied
Excavate a purpose
Process of word discovery
Analysis recovery
Truthiness uncovering
Structural roots forever crossed
Intertwined and undertossed
Dozenal dimensions
Incomprehension
Evidence in landfill
Knowledge never known
On a whim, saved by chance
Destiny's two-legged dance
Unearthing fate
Termite desecrate
A history bored
The record scored
A stumble down
To the ground
Face first
To the gray
Back-
break
ing
side
walk
tolls
Ball of wet cement rolls
Hardening as it grows
Cracks become permanent
Until it breaks apart
We sit betwixt wood and concrete
Burning, forming, crack, decay
Roots lead down, roots lead up
No ending nor beginning
Stand on falling sand
Within life's hourglass
To pass on through, to sink below
Lungs fill and time flips over
Over flips time and fills lungs
Below to sink, through to pass on
Hourglass: life is within
Sand falling on sand
Beginning or ending? No
Up lead roots, down lead roots
Decay, crack forming, burning
Concrete and wood betwixt sit
A part breaks, until
The permanent become cracks
Grow it as if hardening
Roll cement's wet ball
To
Walk
Is
To
Break
Back
Gray theater
First face
Ground theater
Down stumble
Scored record
Bored history
Desecrate terminal
Fate unearthing
Dance, legs of destiny
Chance a saved whim
Known — never knowledge
A landfill of evidence
Incomprehension
The mansion's dozen
Under — tossed and twined
Crossed forever, root's structure
Foolish in wanting to hold the intangible
Ideals decided by a third the age
Held captive by a grade schooler
Who no longer exists
If the platter of morals were a meal
Innocence is the food uncooked
Hard pasta I crunch into
Alerting others and appearing quite odd
Deontological reasoning
Justification sticky glue
God's rules determined
In learning pre-algebra
Life supposedly brightened
By that which I lack
Abstaining a diet
Retaining a violet
Yet flowers die
Even drowning in water
Retention, two options
Memory or snapshot
Against all convention
The flora survives
Shriveled and weak
Nigh petalless but living
Contemplate dehoarding
As I chew macaroni
Loud crunches deciding
Odd status quo retaining
Tortoises pile on top each other
Each one a different world
If one might slip
Well
then
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stack
And all tumble down into the void
Down in the abyss?
The imagination null
Rabbit holes and dagger throes
How fancy the eternal chaos
No one in control
Yet every one important
Sure some will bear more load than others
Harder shells or better stance
A trickster near the top
Gets the bright idea to spin its weight
The world turns faster for a day
But then the wiser counter clockwise
Safe for now, so close to
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Each one a different world
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Voidwise keg blackened abyss
Who train a station quality
Broken hymns and party nymphs
Sordid shocker solo sin
Laughing gas and hazmats
Guerrillas stage a last stand
Dolphins fly
Pigs' lovers die
Windmills take a love stride
Jupiter dripping spots
Jaguars dipping dots
Cold War sneeze
Buttons bleed
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Order listen cordone pain
Tasting towns licking sprain
Given meat given leaf
Glass onions of Grade A beef
Leaver cleaver lever pull
Tracker fuller trapper hull
Crisper edges luscious sides
Tasty thighs holy lies
Murder forth sacred cow
Beef aspoke crying out
Gryffin rides
Gryffin dies
Cannibals feast foul
Tortoises — remember them?
Scrumptious maybe later
Shell displays, taxidermy
A glance of world order
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Each one a different world
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Great Lake of Sympathy
Styxian ride in Harmony
Das Rheingold a Symphony
Pitcher ranging
Cinch full chaining
Tristan Isolde rhythm feigning
Conductor rides a train of notes
Hijacking frisson highway
Goosebumps thrill
Emotions swill
But Stravinsky doesn't want an expected resolution
Or else Xenakis, Cage, and Schoenberg
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Each one a different world
If one might slip
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Drama drifting westward thrifting
Crass resisting rumor missing
Interrupting vixen pumping
Plaster outer inner something
Cold sores hold whores
Venerable vicious venereal
Hitches hewn in their clothes
Bitches strewn like garden hoes
Blither Blything Blythe Bliss
"I wrote a song about you"
Parry party Perry perty
Swingset sitting seventh, thirty
Last resort
App consort
Talking horse
Such a sport
Little needs
Lewder feeds
Corporate seed
Foolish deed
A cell of hope
Zygote she wrote
Ultra sounding
Aborting miss
A cry below
But what a show
Histrionic hunger flow
Fealty soft felt
Frailty fraught veil
Stay?
Go?
Cold feet or cold war?
To rip apart a heart
A murderous thing to do
But if inevitably so
Early stents a bypass
Poisonous days
Show both ways
Is it a phase
Can veins condensate?
Fate weight
Hate wait
Sate wait
Weight fate
Fall alone down a well
At bottom there's a puddle
Gaze upward toward the ring
A cloud pulls forward
Why cry for help?
Tears perfect for escape
From puddle to lake
Hydraulic ascension
Free misery with misery
The village drinks result
Only then to trip in mud
White dress permanently stained
Mud turns to pond
Person abscond
Veil wasted like a Sunday
Impenetrable swarms of happy people
Brick walls of grinning facsimile faces
Mild friends morph into unapproachables
Small words draining me like collanders
To be an evasive is against our society
Expectations for socialization ingrained
For some, an unlearned instinct of fun
For me, a chore, rote interactions for none
But if I must attempt, I'll give it my best
So who to approach, hmm — to my left
A member familiar but not in common
Then rightly a stranger already engaged
Introduction aside, we talk of the weather
A little of jobs but then the words stop
Do I exit this now? Do they understand?
Will they think I'm unpleasant or dodgy
Or worse — an awkward antisocialite?
Can I really befriend if I can't connect
Pleasantries tossed but not caught
I walk away with yet nowhere to waddle
This way and that, head stares tileward
Gazing crowd to crowd startles them
Or am I projecting? Does anyone care?
Moreover, emotions overflow with ennui
What learned in throng than better alone?
Brief lavatory solace washes a worry
Privacy refreshes but return's compulsory
The best eye contact is with the clock
My uncomfortable body unable to dock
I
A wrestled mind, torn in two
But two is one
Is two one?
Definitely no more
A brain has two parts
The nervous path between
To cut the bridge
Two halves remain
A cage of two in one
Ack. A full stop
I bring a shock
A lark, a mop
Cordoned off and sectioned off
A dual display of shamrock art
Drive a stake right in my heart
Don't delay the perfect day
Around the clock a tenseful start
More bronze more gold the people told
Listen to the frontal lobe
Mortified and full of pride
Lustful woes and triptych lies
A stairwell of obscurity
I climb and climb, nowhere it leads
.
My mouth a porthole to the soul
Teeth guard an entrance
The tongue the coal
A split between
More dopamine
Corpus callosum
Adrenaline
At the beach it's so much fun
Kids play under the sun
Surfing pros and volleyball
I never want to leave at all
Families play in the water
A dad, a mom, and a daughter
At the pier you get some fries
Or you watch some fried dough rise
At the shoreline, I take another look
A man alone, reads a book
Babylon whores bring weary wars
Jerusalem sieged, execution galore
Hammurabi's laws in full force
Stoned to death with no remorse
The faithful lose all they have
Abram to kill a newborn lad
A seductress tempts a married man
David chucks a stone hard as he can
Collapsing temple massacre
Moses slaughters half or more
Lot's daughters rape their dad
Infant murder's a passing fad
Women viewed as property
There is no cure for blasphemy
Gyroscopic wheels with many eyes
A whale eats a man alive
All the rivers run with blood
The whole world dies in a flood
Corpses rise from the grave
Blindness cured in hand wave
Magic Marxist on a cross
Four horsemen — the final boss
Cotton candy from a stall
I never want to leave at all
I think the beach is my favorite place
But pack some sunscreen, just in case!
Time's torque twists fate's knife
Deep wounds in plain sight
Tears flow at late night
Tripping down an old life
Broken words and smudged thoughts
Puncture through the brain slop
Lopshot and sawed off
Head glued like pillow moss
Crisp cringe at core spots
Licking sweetly more flops
Why can't I make it stop?
Dendrite vultures consume crops
Sleep comes at dawn this time
Alarm rings just in kind
Eyes red and mind fried
A work day in haze is mine
Perfectly ornate but erratically strewn
A porcelain mess refills its tomb
Kettles of blood and wax alike
To strike a match will set alight
The stories of old have come to life
Miss Julie sings her song tonight
A knife, a wound, a blur, before
It encapsulates forevermore
Black blue ribbon on ice
Corkscrew time grenade ignite
Ash falls per golden strife
Molten idols overripe
Shards in pores
Rocket soars
Corpus whores
Body spores
A fix
A lock
A girl
A shot
Lust
Love
War
Shock
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Wrestling the fear from my mind
A day shortens
Tapering flowers of mixed nonsense
Dream within a dream within a dream
Ordered gibberish I spit in front of me
As I wake so early
A brain to fry in its knowledge
And served with sides of sweat
You move, you lose
You stay, you lose
To win — you must not try
There is no winning
Only fleeting bliss
Rain falls
Out comes the worm
To die
The friend fares worse
Baited and eaten
Its consumer consumed
Others survive
Regenerating earth
Yet still hated
Their bodies, a circle
The cycle of life
Wistful wishes wash the world
Weaponizing wants
Wasting the wise words
At the vista of the void
The volatile vagrant vanishes
Vultures violently reveal their views
Listen for the loquacious leveler
Leading a lowly life
Locking the languishing
Leaving the livid
Trust without gimmicks
The body, mind, and soul of another
Whose disinterest is your interest
A vibrant epistle engorged in soliloquy
Delinquent expressions of crude ideology
A liquid torpor of fact and fiction
A craven populace of hungry believers
Stuff themselves with delicious words
Sick to their stomachs, bulimic
The vomit spewn infests the veracity
The audacity but not the plasticity
Topical migration flying through heads
Jesus wept
Toxicity of form
Should things be ordered I think not elegance is fraud Fraud is betrayal of reality
But
convent
ions
have
pur
pose
Consistency has pur
pose
Words are meant to be understood
expectation is form And
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reaks the connection
A connection is meaning
Meaning is form
Thought is constant motion
Slowing to halt is ceasing to exist
We talk of bottling lightning
But that's what we are
An idea can't be caught
It slips away like a phantom
Returning intermittently
Or else fading — never there at all
Words may freeze these thoughts
But another must unthaw them
Where it travels again
Altered by the medium
There is no direct connection
Two are always partitioned
We are forced to travel alone
An unopenable cage of self
Is life not a fruit
Picked from the tree of ancestry?
Is it the apple, sweet with a rotten core?
Is it the melon, too hard to cut unaided?
Show me the banana
That I can open with my hands
Let the peel rot
So I'll have no use for it anymore
Does the stray thought cross their head?
It must.
Why don't they pull the thread?
Are they afraid of the entangled mess?
Or are the threads irrelevant?
Do they care only for the path they're on?
Or must they follow?
To change the tide and veer offcourse
Would be against a rapid current
To flow any way but forward is to drown.
But did we not conquer drowning?
Unaided we drown, but
We modulate to the machines we create.
Who creates the machine?
Where are they?
Why can't I find them?
Trapped in a tiny room
Pitch dark, he cannot see
The walls are made of bricks
He has no tools, no one
All that he can do is
Slam his head into the wall
Over and over again
The pain throbs in his brain
One day he might break free
But until then he cannot see
Over and over again
Blood runs down his face
Perhaps it's all useless
The ceiling might fall right in
Maybe it's pointless
The bricks could be extra thick
But he must go on
For what else can he do?
Sit in the corner and
Wait to be rescued?
Finally, what's that?
It could be a light!
Yes it is, just a speck
Everything will be alright!
At this point, our subject collapses.
He has a serious concussion from slamming his head up against a brick wall for a very long time.
He probably should have used his hands or feet.
The next morning, the Carver family opens their chimney to find Santa lying there dead. They perhaps should have left the chimney open for him.
I can shoot millions of arrows
I have struck thousands of hearts
Yet no one is willing to
Love me. Wings are a curse
No mortal wants to see.
The rest shun me and do not
Let me in. I love, but without arrows,
I know I will not be loved back.
Life is short for humans. Life is
Long for me.
No, don't cry,
I don't need
Your empathy.
You can leave
If you like.
Just don't tell
Others about
How I am not
The master of love — I cannot even
Make others love my form.
Though, if you would
Like to stay,
Follow
me.