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In the garden, war rages; strategy & tactics, the unkraut wear the enemies Uniform, while the ever neutral Sunflower grows where it likes. The Colorado beetles crumble between fingertips – The Convention on Humanity demands they die humane deaths else the potatoes suffer a similar fate at their hands. why would Colorado export such fiends? … Read moreIn The Garden
and what shall be your great reward? Failure? more and more failure? unable to handle the reigns handed you? For what should you be rewarded? allow your self be drawn in, with pillow-talk so Pius, over beers erecting platforms to hang from? Is this the great deed to be rewarded? Nearly beg for your own … Read moremaybe fucking think for a second next time
Dislocations: running over sharp stones, arm dangling from the elbow, flapping about like a scarf in the wind. it didn’t hurt, then. the way the voices pool, collecting in the soul – they didn’t hurt, then. oh, but had i killed one thousand men … i might have the courage to become one of them. … Read moreTrauma Poems
it’s fucked. no question about it. it’s sick, it’s twisted, it’s fucking insane! it’s gross – putrid and burns the nose! it is the world today. FINALLY! Fucking Finally! it is a glorious day! it is a day to rejoice not in the asshole biblical sense, but to really see the destruction as the clay … Read morefor Christopher
we pray to the gods of stone for relief, and the suffering erweitert sich nur! what dull ears our gods redeem, offering relief only in so far as relief does no great good, no great ecstasy, food to the full, water to the drowning! A curse upon all the stone that builds and all the … Read moreder Steinmissgeburt
when phil pointed out the beer i’d bought was alkoholfrei, i wanted to fucking murder my useless, assuming, eyes. after enduring the bureaucratic humiliation game, a cold beer was really what was needed. they wouldn’t take 3 poems and a small drawing for a 33k tax bill. in the case of faceless institutions like the … Read moreShit Beer
i cut off the tip of my left ring finger. it bled like a fountain, but maybe a bit less. i blamed the dull knife, but reason dictates circumstances come with facts – dull doesn’t cut it. i keep hurting myself, because i can’t acknowledge intrinsic vulnerability, despite it’s fluid consistency with temporal logic: nothing … Read moreuntitled #39
i fear you, blank page; empty void, inflationary Universe! always room for more fear, just one more page – this page is for kittens, and the next for thistle blossoms! where shall the rain go, the cleansing of memories? when will you overflow into love, again? has it been so long? i fear you. murderer … Read moreOde to Blank Pages
i am an instance of the universe. a short fall of attributes left me believing i was human. unfettered awareness. i am an instance of myself, circular with infinite angles: to know and not know all of them, sadness & joy. myself, instantiated, in this form [so fragile, waiting to break open that greatness might … Read moreUntitled #23380-2
There’s no Reasonable bars at a bank. None even in a big train station. The lack of a Reasonable bar Says all you need to know about good ol’ Zuri. The women are equally rapacious: always talking about traveling, getting out of here. I understand the tendency, but we only want to leave because there’s … Read moreReasonable Bars