screaming at low volumes
I don’t fucking care. That’s what you get from me. That’s all. i want to die a miserly miserably lonely man. I will be born as a rock. And before I am ready, you will come and build a road. You, with your genius of engineering. I despise and actively work against your engineering. cocksucker. … Read moreI will Not Miss You
Winston Come Home, the children are calling; the ones you never knew because the Ministry of Love never told You. Winston Come Home, we need you this Instant! You’ve 10,000 off-spring and they’re getting us 1 by 1. Oh, Winston, Don’t you remember where home is?
it’s somehow the end of the beginning, where the dancing becomes awkward and the drinks really flow – (i’ll have one right now) god damned clean white page! there you go, 100 lines just for you, “Prostituted child touching an old man” and then I jumped I found it out the hard way I flirt … Read moreAwkward Dancing
not everyone gets to say goodbye before the great deeds are counted. But I’ve gotten to: I told her, Animals that eat their young are better suited to be parents than she ever was; she only said she loved me. I believe it, too. But I’ve also had whores swear their love ’til death. I’m … Read moreOh Mother
most mornings, i can’t see from the water filling my eyes, it’s sticks and stones that make everything blurry. my chest caves in with the weight of a new day, and the light takes away life’s defining edges. There is no hope, forty or fifty more years of every morning tears: dying is how we … Read moremornings
here’s the one I’d wanted…. sadly, the Red Sox have won and now my poem lays wasted… March 2nd 2004 Upon the counting of determinates,our future still lies in waste,but wasting in decisionsis now our allied fate.For now we have allied ourselveswith that thing most rot with fear,a compromise of our promises,our friend the wolf, … Read moreOn the night of the Democratic Primary’s in Connecticut.
One wonders, “Do they all look like this naked?” then they all get naked and they do look like this. She sends me messages, “Pls call me im horny” She wants me to be her pimp because she trusts me, she says. I told her she ought to get paid for fuckin’, if nothing else. … Read moredoes it always feel like this?
I drove in to get drunk, get high, and maybe get laid. I was never so ugly that I couldn’t get laid, except for the inside… that got pretty ugly sometimes. sometimes the pills and the vomit, drops from the doctor to keep the demons at bay, the mixed bag of sausages and stale bread, … Read moreWhen working for Carnivals
i lost today; all things, gone. awoke to the sun’s goodbye. awoke to evening’s disenfranchisement. lost my clubhouse a while ago, a victim of fear. lost dreams, loves, voices… [i only took the drugs to be more … acceptable] time gone and gone again and times… oh the times. i won’t see anyone tonight. (but … Read morelost today
I digress with these dreams of home, instead of marching through the bowels of hell determined to reach the other side, conquered and acquired in a satchel of experiences…. were i stronger, able to refuse the dreams – Oh the drunken tales I could tell. But I am not and so I only have tales … Read moredamn the torpedoes