Flown low in the air of good gin have the moths,

And they're in, 'round your face, for days.

Playful God's creatures or hell-stamped -- BAD ZEN!

The moths whisk and flutter your face.

Get me my moth's-swat, up there on the wall,

Lay it down, let me grasp it, you see --

I'll drink my gin, take that, airy pest!

You were only a moth-er to me.

Let every curse be a memoir
and every thanks be to my man, Obama.

When a Discord Mod dies and I cry,
I thank Obama, tell Mom to eat a banana
(it might make her feel better),
and I hug my cousin--

--because it's the closest I'll ever get
to the feeling of my big brother's hug ever again.

When his marigold hair tangoed with the wind on that quiet little hill, they were like rays emanating off the surface of the sun.

His hair rippled into the figure of the hill he laid on, and the light skipped across his scalp.

He thought alone on this hill with no one to scrutinize the awkward strands of hair that always stuck up but could only be seen from his side

He thought alone on that hill of course nothing is sacred and nothing is private. The worms and birds were intruding on the sun's and his duet.

Tomorrow, a bit would lay alone on that hill with little hair left to drape.

Pretty people in my magazine
A handsome look, a gorgeous thing
But it’s not you, and it’s not me

Cozy, slippers, fireplace
Sweaters, stockings,sweet embrace
But it’s not you and it’s not me

He holds her close, she looks so shy
A well groomed beard, a starry eye
Let it be you, let it be me

Your monogram upon my heart
Her soul, not mine, drunk in by you
It’s everything you, and nothing me

Time to quench these thoughts of you
Kill the flame and douse the fire
Cold and dark, the ashes lay
No love is offered me today

Does she value the man she owns
I’d give it all to take her place
I’d bring your robe
I’d warm your slippers
Caress your head upon my lap

But it is you, and it is she
Upon your bed, wearing your ring
Embracing the fire, a burning thing

Should my eyes never grasp your form
again
A cure would be granted me
I long to linger over your strength
To run my fingers over your manhood

You could cover me
You could draw me into you
With only just the gleam in your eye

I never loved someone like you
You came as a surprise
You’re not my typical desire
But again, it’s in those eyes

Your twinkle
Your laugh
Your love
Your way

It’s time to make my desperate escape
Away from the only YOU that there is
Distract myself with a frivolous thing
Which can’t be you, and won’t be me

Dust off the dirt from my mind

Tell me the forgotten stories of rhythm and stupid ryme

Pull me out of this mess by my bootstraps and my name remind me who I’m not

Tell me to suck it up buttercup stop being a stick in the mud and give this shit a shot

Don’t get angry when my legs struggle to hold my own weight for the first few rays

It’s been soo long since I saw the world this world this way

Stuck in this dimension stuck on this dime

The world cashed out spent me down in the dirty room wasting my eternal time

New line

I know it makes no difference I know it makes no sense But who is to say that it is or it isnt

Ground controll this is not Major Tom or the second mate

I’ll say it again soldier I am Captian Crazy

The Pentagon..
Muscled suits around the table
Biting cigars while looking up at the board
'I say we strike here, here, and there'
Who’s in favor, and who’s against?
The President's on the line

The Eagle soars high and vigilant,
But the Eagle cannot hear the Eagler
The Elder ignores the Rookie
The Time of Eagle Soft is over

As war-minded spirits condense into the finger of doom,
Flip up the red button’s plastic cover
Let bright sunlight reflect on taut titanium aloft in the heavens
'I say we turn the place into chili neocon carne'

The Mushroom of Death,
It is Laughter to my Heart

America is Under Attack

I don't know how to write about death.
But brother, you would know--you would have the words, wouldn't you?

You would have the words to describe it-
Horror, or perhaps peace, or maybe even
fear.

You would not know that you saved them-
a four year old and her mother--your best friend and her child.
You would not know that they are alive and well and that you
saved them, but you would know
the flavor of death.

Whether it was crispy, cold, or smelling like a specific day from your childhood,
you would know, dear brother, you would know.

You would know what it feels like to bleed out--to be shot and killed,
but you would not know how terribly I miss you.

How mother takes up interests of yours that she used to belittle, or
how I was left to run a Minecraft Realm with fifty members--fifty friends of yours, or
how I saw dad cry for the first time in my entire twenty-two years of life.

You would not know how Thanksgiving was without you, or
how guilty dad feels for celebrating his birthday while not knowing you were dead, or
how certain music artist are banned in my home, because I cannot bear to
associate them with you or your death.

You would know how it feels to die,
but I know how it feels to grieve.

1

Dominos nostros in gloria abscondamus

I will never speak with Silverblatt or Bloom.

The one is dead the other is estranged,

Alienated, and sick, (In my fancy,

The man is probably happy,)

But O! what a loss was Professor Bloom,

If any man deserved immortality

it was him.

To con the libraries around the world,

And every single spoken language learn,

To catalouge the scriptures of the world,

And compile every unique metaphor.

His Shelley-Shakespeare commensurate judgement;

His penetrating Socrates-like Daemon;

His effeminacy, eccentricity,

(He'd call the students, Boy or Girl, my dear)

His monstrous and baffling memory

That would damn near put my IPhone to shame,

He never seemed to unbecome, like a God.

2

Now he is gone and I am left to scatter

My affections to the wind with words,

His and my Mistress.

Gone, and never to return.

Visit the sepulchre and caress the urn.

Visit a friend, talk, walk, and touch-a-face,

Treat a church like an ordinary place.

And vice versa, with decorousness and grace.

Weep not, literati who miss Harold Bloom,

The Fates connive another in their loom.

"You Aren't Here"

"Shampoo"

1

Dominos nostros in gloria abscondamus

I will never speak with Silverblatt or Bloom.

The one is dead the other is estranged,

Alienated, and sick, (In my fancy,

The man is probably happy,)

But what a loss was Professor Bloom,

If any man deserved immortality

it was him.

To con the libraries around the world,

And every single spoken language learn,

To catalouge the scriptures of the world,

And compile every unique metaphor.

His Shelley-Shakespeare commensurate judgement;

His penetrating Socrates-like Daemon;

His effeminacy, eccentricity,

(He'd call the students, Boy or Girl, my dear)

His monstrous and baffling memory

That would damn near put my IPhone to shame,

He never seemed to unbecome, like a God.

Now he is gone and I am left to scatter

My affections to the wind with words,

His and my Mistress.

2

Gone, and never to return.

Visit the sepulchre and caress the urn.

Visit a friend, talk, walk, and touch-a-face,

Treat a church like an ordinary place.

And vice versa, with decorousness and grace.

Weep not, literati who miss Harold Bloom,

The Fates connive another in their loom.

"You Aren't Here"

"Shampoo"

Let NO maid be a Bianca--

Pale skin, thin neck, small hands,

Gorged upon by a Slothrop.

Let NO babe be a Lolita--

Red lips, big smile, slim legs,

Gored open by a Humbert.

Let NO underage girl endure

August in Mexico,

Gutted in the evening redness.

On looking into the Mirror of Erised

All around me I see famous faces

And familiar figures from my life,

Some I have seen and some never fathomed.

My mother's mother's mother's standing there,

Her umber features almost are my own,

She smiles warmly and wisely like she knows me,

From behind her a bald, bearded, ruffled bloke

Is also smiling like he really knows me,

The swan of avon politely steps aside,

For the creator in his majesty,

In my heart I ask a single question;

My heart is filled with joy! He blinks at me!

I step back from the glass, shudder and cry,

And lament that I don't only see myself.

Would you hang up meaning like a mirror?

And measure an aphorism like gold?

Will you crib a quote like a conqueror?

Or go citelessly wandering the cold

Fields where nothing grows, these are your choices,

Be the apish ward of imitation,

Or walk around like mad awaiting voices;

It's no joke: the muse: sacred inspiration,

Which possesess us in our tender hours,

But mainly when our soul is satisfied

It's accomplished good, so it gives us flowers

That mark our mood and what we've certified.

The prospective scribe must be judicious

If his runes aren't to be seen as suspicious. -lap

Only got second-place

In the county beauty pageant

Haylee gets all the attention

When it should have been me

What a stupid

Whore

"Um, could I have a cold-pressed latte
One-quarter Yerba maté
Mushroom mojito matcha
Half skim half oat sriracha
Chai limon pumpkin spice
Snickerdoodle cookie dough, no ice
Ham hocks, smoked lox
Spend a night in the box
Unregistered Glocks?
Spend a night in the box
Trading unsecured stocks?
Spend a night in the box
Short Oompa Loompas
Tall Antetokounmpos
All riding roombas
Singing the oom-pahs!
Don’t like their vox?
Spend a night in the box
Dirty socks?
Spend a night in the box
Monkeypox?
Spend a night in the box
Playing the Theremin?
Irish cream peppermint
Cotton candy bubblegum
Sorry to be so troublesome.”

So much hate in my heart
A smile like raisins
Satan's left testicle, hanging too low
I want razors under everybody's nails
I am made of poison cheese
I want all pussies filled with concrete
Yeah bitches, you should have taken the drink while you had the chance
Castle of rotten onions, told you to keep out
Only rusty nails live here
A black door painted red
I wish shit under everyone's shoes
With shit under my shoes I walk the earth
May the sky be cloaked in eternal shadow
May all unborn be forever locked in their wombs
May all taxes be way too high
May they make Greenland great again

Another post, lots of sweat but never read
Reviews straight from the heart, or at least the head.

Oh imdb, won't you ever reply?
Where are those thumbs? I'm about to die

Luckily there is me, I can always count on me.
And the glitch in the voting system makes three.

I can press it and there it is, I can make myself shine
The recogniton I deserve, and it's rightfully all mine

One day I will be on Open Bar
One day, youtube will have another star
One day, I will slip out this dimension
One day, my name can't be unmentioned

But now I just feel a little numb
Which means tonight, I'll lonely suck my thumb.

North Carolina where are you
Come talk to me
North Carolina where are you
Come talk to me
Rustic, romantic, chivalrous, polite
Dang boy! Get over here

You travel the highways
You ride your horse high Putting pen to paper
The criminals hide You know what is best
Mama taught you right
A victors crown upon your head
You try not to die inside

A hero, romance me
You scare me, I flee
Catch me beloved and woo me
Draw me with
The mountains, the holler, the traditions
you know

One slip, it ain’t easy
Make sure you choose right
Cause everyone’s waiting
Hoping you’ll fall

Protect me and keep me
Remember to be good
Draw the line, fly the colors
You sacrifice yourself

North Carolina, I’ll wait for you

Something about the holidays makes me suicidal

The cheer the reminder I'm a side show

Never fitting in worth a penny to the ones I used to know

Why the fuck do I exist in this calamity of no hope

If God had pity I'd be hit by someone driving on the wrong side of the road

What a blessing to not have to go through a decade of being shown

There's nowhere in this world you could fit or something you can hold

Which won't deteriorate or go to shit. It's a sad thing and I won't

Find anything in this Earth that fills this ever-persisting hole

Carved by a father who told my mother she was stupid Christmas Morning years ago

Fuck when the Earth starts to get cold and the stupid snow

At least people die when they try to drive on it, maybe I'll go out so

I can be one of them, that'd be the best gift this Christmas :)

I don’t have you to discuss the music
To talk about Vivaldi and the violin
To play for me his passion

I don’t have you breathing in my scent
Burrowing your face in my hair
Soaking me up into you

Who is taking you in
Who is your pleasure
Who is your lover

I want to be your source
Come smile upon me
Come refresh yourself in my garden

Undress me with your eyes
Gather me up into your strength
Press your lips against mine
Your warm lips

You are beyond me
Always out of reach

This was revealed to me as though in a vision..

Prometheus Poem

All my things might morph
Into a one-time xenomorph
But when its eggs lay to waste
You can't just copy-paste

One might get ditched, or two
Game over, boo hoo hoo
Life's just a thin veneer
I wave at Engineers

re: pee I fell out of my tree last night so I expect my first pee to be brown I will flush

           down. 

I moved to a place where the Liberals are all in sex dungeons all week

Not running the offices where there's men dressed up but only for greed

I moved to a place where there's more trucks and schools than anything.

And these people have shown me if I don't love sports I'm not worth loving

Who cares for your piano, if it doesn't make you money shove it up your asshole

Your gifts, your talents if they don't make a dollar it won't get you laid

We live in a world of competition and not living, you're a slave to that wage

All people have shown me is I'll never be enough,

Maybe enough for a punching bag or a meat sack to fuck,

Pinatas at the store get more love than me

At least they are bought to be beaten up,

I wasnt but still it's still what happened to me

People and their fucking stupid bigotry

Your dumbass way thinking a man should talk and be

I don't give a fuck about whatever you want or think

take your capitalistic bullshit and your family of three

Go board a train that derails and maybe God can attest to thee

Being a close minded pathetic moron who was as bad as their enemy

I have this sneaking suspicion if you are as full of hate as the opposite side of what you disdain

You are exactly the problem, you and I are pathetic homos all the same

My life surrendered to a shrine of my darkest years, Constructed a cage and confined it, in grating gears, Yet, here I wail, sorrow's misty viel, Where I relinquish my heart to the shadows that prevail.

The shadows through the dark recesses of my mind, That breeds the demons of a self-left behind, My doubts grew into a sanctuary of twisted fears, Watered by the thin streams of bitter tears.

The silence screamed across the emptiness to find, That voice that whispered I was never ever kind. The mirror masterfully reflected the gaze of a stranger in my eyes, That gaze that searched for answers, but only found disguise.

The darkness crept through the cracks in my facade to find, That weakness That I'd hidden, but could never leave behind. The winds howled across the wasteland of my soul's designs That cry that echoed throughout the hollows of my heart's confines.

A barren world of shattered dreams and withered hopes, There's nothing more to lose than my own shattered ropes. In the end, I couldn't help but see myself decay. Like a flower in the dessert, wilting, withering away.

My life bestowed upon the alter of my deepest fears, Built a prison and locked it with all my darkest tears. Yet, I stand here, tears dissolving in the rain, Where I give my heart to the shadows that remain.

at some time, darkness and heartbreak had a child,
and i see them sadly staring out of the bus window, with their eyes in the past
i see them when i wash my face with tears in the bathroom
i see them in the lonely front camera of my phone
i don't know since when they're there
but right now they are me, i am them and we are invisible
my good friend coldness sometimes comes over
they're the only one i tell everything
they comfort me
they keep me warm

Toxic shadows”

Now your gone
wht can I possibly do
what do I have left now of you
how would you feel if I died
and I blamed you
would you be in despair,
would you tear
Would you even care
would you finally forgive me
when I’m not there
probally not
but I’m the only one
that oversees you
and hear your thoughts
late night when you called
I was always there to talk,
now ..
I don’t understand
how I’m lost and your found,
hearing sounds
is a common ground
that we both have in common,
arguing, fighting and fucking
we did that often
but that won’t solve it.
Now I can’t see you nomore
your like a skeleton in my closet
I don’t miss it,
it was toxic
but I’ll be damn if I said
I’m not mad I lost it.

You got hands like claws, child
Better use 'em when the rain comes
Till that earth and sow those seeds
Sit back and let 'em breathe

Something, something about what grows in the trenches
Claws leaving green, growing scars upon the earth

I just got hands
Sometimes I think I use 'em too gentle
Caressing stinging nettle
But I cut my own mouth with the steel of my tongue

I wonder how different must the bite be from the bark

Sam is short for Samantha,
Which is short for Samanthanatarajan,
Which is short for Samanthanatarajanapadarumanalitata,
Cat is short for catacggcatataggcgtactacgtttgaatcgaa…{2.47 gigabases not shown),

Oat milk, goat milk, stoat milk,

Now turn to the person next to you and strangle them,

Oat milk, goat milk, stoat milk,

2B|~2B=?  Shakespeare coded

The red-tailed dork, the bluenerd,
The black-eyed junkie, the wooden pecker,
But the presidential library will be held together with hairspray?

Oat milk, goat milk, stoat milk.

Everywhere will witness

I've come for your broken with my bits and pieces,
I've come for your loneliness with my emptiness.

I haven't come for your faith, I am no personal Jesus,
I am not here to heal, I will not ask for forgiveness.

I've come for your warmth, you see my heart freezes,
I've come for your sweetness, to battle my bitterness.

I'm not here for your world, just a few slices,
I haven't come from your cities, I am your wilderness.

I've come for the all, the whole, I am the avarice!
I've come for everything, everywhere will witness!

When superman bled he still never feels dread,
when Darkseid was wrong he immortalized it in a song,
When the Riddler had writers block he took apart and reassembled an old clock.
When Batman encountered something unexpected,
His experience and knowledge remain resources to be respected.
When the joker can't find anything to full heartedly laugh about,
He knows he can turn inward and laugh at every insecurity and doubt.

Time is perception, where are you going

The future is influenced by the past

Both have been realized, though not yet unmasked

A glance into space, you see it all

Distant universes showing you spring and fall

Yet here you are, a moment

Relatively divided by society's obsession with religious atonement

There is a process that is followed that lacks reason

Objectively absurd like the blending of the seasons

An innocent man confined on death row

Exonerating evidence clearly bestowed

The land of the free is bought

Citizens uniting with what they're collectively taught

There are survivors of genocide

Yet this reality has them engaged in apartheid

A man that requested the rich give to the poor

Led to a society with the rich getting more

Property taxes funding the classes,

No way out, except for catching passes

The realizations in life randomly push and pull

Leaving you to think, is anyone even in control?