Day: January 20, 2009

NEVER YOU MIND, DEATH PROFESSOR

poetry

the man who sees truth
sees it alone, hungover
in the television set
saturday morning. the
man who sees truth,
suddenly noticing it,
sees that it is something
still needing to be
noticed, as the world
turns antithetical to
it’s purpose. the
man who sees truth
will tear out his own
eyes if not given a
large enough heart
to contain it.

for things like this – an apology to historians

poetry

my lack of works surpassing
a single syllable seems consistently
to lead to poems with lines nearly
or at least visibly
unrelated
but the thoughts seem so tangible
when my fingers move and they spit themselves
out
before i manage to complete the thought
reminding me

i cannot think without these words
my thoughts do not form without me
speaking
farting
or writing

and button after button this
idea makes it into history.
something i’m writing
because i’m unable to simply
dwell on it

I Will Go Spit On Your Grave (10 million years from now, when you’ll be the only reincarnated elephant left screaming)

poetry

Love-acetone

the night sky wears

the layers of skin you sold for

a loaf of sympathy bread.

Hallelujah!

Grace is not welcome here

So long

So long friend

The river will not swallow your bitter tears

The ground will not touch your sullied bones

Farewell friend

Thank you for the smiles

Thank you for being the one

I shall spent my death with.

Go in peace

You’ll always be my bleeding star.