so what are you doing for your birthday

this tribunal appellate, platinum lassitude painted with disingenuous fingers appalled at the notion of loss breathing with eyes shut the hour is late and no one is coming to champion the cause because there’s no profit involved I’m freebasing ideas in the square room all the blank stares tell me it’s unfair and the prognosis untenable, tourmaline mandate we are torpid cancer awaiting fruition I find it all so fun(gible) strapped in the network my workload is overloaded debt my unnecessary companion If I just get that one more thing capacitors at full capacity we are breakdown not like Tom … Continue reading so what are you doing for your birthday

popular populist mythos

when does it happen? shouting staccato limericks at passing cabs twirl fingers in the earth load up a Dillinger plan hoping to shoot the breeze she just blew on by horns in coat pockets cocktails shaken, then stirred rebellion in high heels 18 wheels to nowhere keep on truckin’ make-believe kills from exposure hard-bitten nuances nod off reservation, energy conservation gambling and liquor two by four funding clues on dirty floors computer tablet tableau tool paint another portrait changing frames and names upright lounge rule state fools fight for air paying $5 per water laugh at laissez-faire even in their … Continue reading popular populist mythos

Dark Moniker

deft, and I am deaf christen the noble night unfettered truth runs freely far and away I creep slipshod for the nonce waving pitch black monikers I pick a name that means blood on the pavement caress internal incest those games that are played behind the closed door rickshaw me to the next gambler’s den and when we arrive I fail to see the birth of my death or the beginning of your end neither suits this ignoble deed by murder we go and all for show I lust after the rotting lies you brought in from the cold we … Continue reading Dark Moniker

OP’s TSotD-Glorious Sons

Mother, I don’t wanna take my medicine 24 years in the gutter again, I’m losing it I’m losing it Everybody’s acting like they’re all alright I can barely get myself to sleep at night, I’m sick of it Yeah, I’m sick of it Yeah, they sent the taxman I lost my job, and You got hooked on oxycodone They shut the lights off They took the car, and I bought a sawed-off shotgun Yeah, they sent the taxman I lost my job, and You got hooked on oxycodone They shut the lights off They took the car, and I bought … Continue reading OP’s TSotD-Glorious Sons

Cut and Seen

Depraved corpse grin single serving plutonium light up my life crowded meanderings in sloven solitude burden of proof fall through my roof killing my wife and kids today tomorrow, God willing return favors throw the larger stone vestigial demesnes of dark dynasty larders full with broken bones Giger portraits of hunger prancing lust at the mini-mall mini bar miniature minds mini skirmishes combating combative compassionate characters contemplating corrosion cornerstone concomitance combining correlations creating chaotic conditions compelling connotations considering compliance court ordered conundrums cut and scene seen to be one or the other not both or none eat your cake and … Continue reading Cut and Seen

InJest

corduroy gap cover mouth ingest frosted agony seeping sloven slaughter of the in-between of loves and loss jingle jingle boss man taking Talis and cocaine burden family with insolence fail to rebel in the revolution cacophony of protest protesting against the opposition’s protests par for the course, 4 Intuit the amalgamation of sufferance pish posh magpie catch a parasite in blood and eye twist and shout black frame gods eating pixels at 3am ignorant of the perils and pleasures of the flesh and bone throne upon tone of the operator intones the catastrophic news flooding the fires with personal bombs … Continue reading InJest

Poetry Is Me

Aurora, bore me Alice fled from my responsibilities with a stolen smile and a London overcoat sickly sweet surrenders and citron martinis just another Armageddon Wednesday gaunt debutante sambas your salsa burns baby where I go will you follow me to show me all I can never know? grandfather of no one miasma of that great era it tears at tears and fears forests of folly fending famished fiends of fire hydrochloric acid words educate my body in your ways I am feeble and scrambled like a short wave under water running a hustle, bustle slinging my game out on … Continue reading Poetry Is Me

Today’s News

Indelible, the touch of the restless dementia hours of nothing dedicated to the honors we are pleased to abhor in small plaid workings of the horse’s hair shouting mayhem in stocks bonds straining against the drying out of decency we manipulate the ruins just to see what comes out of my madness is beautiful too far gone in this muddy water blues gripping the railing about the digging of my bones pirating another soul  with cash money brothers, am I my brother’s keeper of bees in my bonnet and the tearing away of starlet dancing survivors on tv surviving in … Continue reading Today’s News

SoapBox

impoverish threats ram jagged caustic noise derelict ionic cameras burning skin and private parts meticulous malicious For the greater good For the safety of your neighborhood A matter of national security not for sale? not in the mood Precision, incise implement action plan to renovate the failures level this level bar who you are, there is no care for you for no one cares that you were hurt before we fixed the caring that you are to be forced into by those who are supposed to listen and abide to you, oxymoronic, no? purge with noxious toxic bane flood the … Continue reading SoapBox