Paper eyes

Daily news

like gossip

it's just
something else
to cling to

Give or take

Always on the edge
of a bad crowd
&
a good one
too

since from that stance
both appear
roughly the same

A luxury bed of nails

Only
difference
between

childhood
&
adulthood

is
you're bred
in
a briar patch

&
then
upgraded
to
a bed of nails

Asphalt for the soul

A
detour
on way back
to peace of mind

war would be extra roadwork

this is just stopping to fill
a pothole

Forsooth

One of the few variables
strong enough to distract
the soul from the ache
of existence

is chaos

& there's a lot of love
in chaos

necessary for contrast

we wouldn't know we
exist
if it weren't for
the burn
of it.

Chaos, the only remedy

For
the burn
of existence

no
tonic can be
obtained

nor administered

not even the
grave
can
diffuse such
an agony

Thinking thought

Seen anomaly

Just because
there's no written
definition for something,
doesn't mean
you don't know
its meaning

For yourself

Not sure
the focus was
so much on
trying to be more
yourself for others, but
as long as you're not
trying to be
someone else, then
you're probably
well on track

Bothering to look

But maybe it's that I
don't want to know what bullshit
is lurking around the corner,
when unfortunately___
I've got more than
just a suspicion, after all
this time

By impatient hands

Inside my mind
feels like the sound
of an already disorganized
silverware drawer being
rummaged thru

W/ a pop-up heart

Look at
the signs
all around us
& laugh,
while it's still
the right
moment

A not so startling reflex

The squeeze
of a knee
can be
so
reassuring

Human boogie

On occasion,
I wonder if
being
the worst person
I can imagine
would make them less
fond of me,
but then I look around
& remember
how humanity grew
this way.

Working ideas

Hope to flesh out a better piece from this

& again, it was written

God spoke
to humanity
& simply said:
Yeah___
I've got
your 6 & 12, but
I've also got
the bullet
belonging between
your eyes, &
I'm probably the only
mother fucker
capable of
putting it
there

Repetition

Some
of my poems
seem
to become
struck
by
spina bifida.

Of mind

Watch-ER v2

Drawing

Dead weight
in a stick figure,
is surprisingly
difficult

What future be

In the garden
of your dreams

not all is green

instead
there is every
color
possibly seen.

Standing room only

Get
the fuck up
off your back
&
lift that
Shady hood.

Fl!t

Not even
a
brown
grasshopper
would give
you
the time
of day

Love

I grew
just
for you

About being

Mental
&
physical
drain,
equates
to
pain

You failed

By
being
dishonest
w/
yourself, you
are dishonest
to
everyone else.

Lacrimal fluid

Season
that bowl of
soup
w/
sodium chloride,
cuz
it's still good
for you.

Escaping Your reality

As always

the grass
really
isn't greener

on the other side

&
that desire
is
more about
your own greed.

Etcetera

Give me contrast
or
give me pure chaos

give me chaos
or
give me pure contrast

either way

a new definition
will
take place

Hydrocarbon tear gas

Obtaining
a can
of
mace
just means
I have
something to
empty
in their face

before busting
their teeth
out
&
choking them
w/ it.

No cowardly threats

No business cards
no instant msgs
no listed phone #
&
specifically
no voice mail
&
ALWAYS
caller ID

&
I wish
it were
MY
paranoia.