screaming at low volumes
i’ve a friend of some years who cries into pillows when no one is looking and wishes for an escape route out of the fire of burning tobacco fields. a good and decent person, she cleans and does laundry and loves like a mountain watching its valley as she prepares simple fare. she wants for … Read moreUntitled
“There is no understanding.”
“Who’s the fucking Nihilist here?”
such contrived complexities, these dreary dreams of loneliness, standing crumbling from eons past. No, i will not look at the clouded sky, nor remember the Dandelion’s wish, but instead content myself to wasteland that i might decorate simply like a frontier wife, waiting to die. Oh, we’ll meet on border fences, say goodbye a few … Read moreat least there’s bad poetry
things to do and not to do: do commit suicide do fall out of love do find hatred do wish for the end do destroy empty bottles do wear corduroy do dance naked in windows do not say you love me do not say you love me do not say you love me do not … Read moredo’s and don’ts for us
It’s awkward now watching resentment grow like weeds in the Abandoned Garden of Eden. Green & poisonous, Serrated edges stinking its defense, These are the weeds that only 100 years can force into the background. In 100 years, we’ll have a new forest, but the garden we cleared, used up for our failed humanity, is … Read moreleaving for Resentment
last night i pounded nails through my penis. the blood and banana mush mixed together like a bleeding pussy sick from too much drinking. it was hard to position the banana just so that my penis was able to lay on top of it before the nails went through, but I did it, and the … Read moreQuiet Nights
the genius has always been insane; made that way by a world that only understands patterns of normalcy. while they crawl across floors digging nails into flesh slowly dying from a lack of understanding, they’ve always understood the sadness of the masses and the brutes and beasts with their treacherous tendencies to betray even themselves. … Read moreuntitled
there is a place we call neutral.seeking refuge, we went and askedwhere upon, we were told,“acceptance destroys neutrality”and though we stayed, we knewno being, beast or flower,would ever be loved there.love can not be neutralwhile it sideswith killers and the killed.And not loving can side with nothing,refusing the killer and the killeduntil everything dies of … Read moreChocolate Knives
all night and all day, the sun refused me until I stole the moon and raped her; OH, then that bitch, the sun, couldn’t ignore me. following me around, shining on me screaming my name to the crowds of people, they looking like cows in a field, filled with bewilderment – but I knew. I … Read moreThat Ridiculous Night
we don’t see you anymore, children of 10,000 wars we don’t hear you anymore, children knocking on our doors. give them jackets to stop bullets, helmets to stop the dreams; bring them back without protection from the dying children’s screams. call it a call to patriotism, call it a call to arms – the children … Read moreOur Children Go To Play War