with words made of
the outlines of letters
but missing insides
you stand like a
silver backed gorilla
in the moonlight
pounding your
eat, shit, sleep
fuck mentallity
into anything you
can find and thusly
are the personifaction
of evil.
Day: September 27, 2008
i hear new jobs can be scary. but i suppose it depends on the field
poetrytrifle lucky not quite ready
pardon every man stand steady
trigger pulling till its coming
pointing fingers prodding throwing
pick him up without a gab
place him face down in the cab
never any quite prepared
till they’re thrown in downright scared
baked and prodded
floating, lauded
time for someone else who dared
(in the end it was a matter of blood)
the sieve and the sand 