*All along* 01/16/2015

Spent all night beside the unsound
Spend all day surrounded
Grippin tightly to reality slipping
Like I've been carved from stone and meant to swim

So, consume alcohol bent over your addiction
Pounded mentally with anxiety
So much. Too much. Too long
At this fuckin nuthouse experience
Takin care as all of me is taken away

Can't stand the eyes of others
The bodies close and emanating agitation
Wiping themselves against my calm
Too long. Too long...

*paltry piece* r.i.p. 01/09/15

Sit desked or tabled
Cowed looks on mindwashed face
Chewin Genetically modified cuds
Sparklin teeth capped with blood silver

Been so long at the rat race
Squeek upon Wakin from dream maze
Life scape consists of swollen red vaginas
Cut bleedin hands holdin various women
Healin wounds wrapped around tattooed bicep

Back twitch sign of degeneration knee twitch tell tale of tired road
Walked too long with worlds backed
Slippin on the secretions joy tears produce
Witness true terrorist first worlders terrorized

Visages of prophets cartooned
Caskets cocooning the bodies
Buried in the same wood that penciled
Death assurance so blatant in violation
Like white spit on Jesus crossed
Fuckin mother Mary when daughters at work

All you got equaling exactly nothing
Exceptions in the debt accrued
The beneficiaries behind being acclimated
Like a bullet in the gut embraced
Blood cushion and bone pillow

Her high school head a second choice
For the bullet her sixteen year old hand released
Because premature emotions overwhelmed stomach ...

* we forget * 01/04/2015

On the cusp of a breakdown
Because my hand that's fed bitten
My love returned to me destructive
Turned on by everyone I've built up

Its called, in essence, beginning of the end
Because those arounds hidden emotions
Of hurt hidden in their Busch beers
Weed, pills and methamphetamine
Transferred onto me like an acid

Sick. Like a dead mans last gasps
But up. Moving. Doin Everyones work
Buried in your spit that i created
Through feeding and heating you
This the classic ending of the magnificent

One track minded between work and bills
Parlay momentarily with modern love lust
Let down and lettin down like bank accounts
Spent i sit with erratic heartbeat
Curious how much time i have left

Death. Not such a bad thing to the dead
Eyes placed to witness greatest and worst
From pinnacles of galaxies to coal pits
We witness moments yet forget...

*Chia Sentence* 12/24/2014

Tenuous realities splattered with blood and shit
Time clocks, gas tanks and coffee mugs
Wondering to illusions if this is it

You fuckin wonder about these revolutionaries
Blowin up painted brick
You fuckin asked for it pig nation
Carryin your weight on your backs
Like an eagle obsessed
With whale meat and mammoth tooth

She monkey that digs holes
In jungle floors
As the troop kakaws from above
Handfuls of golden response
Thrown upwards like peoples
Shattered dreams

Speak spit sentences lippily
Cup ears like hollowed out emotions
Bent and moldy this
Bowl fluid

Work like its death
Live like eternal jobs
Behind toilets punching numbers
On the scum screens floating
Gloves rippling blood clots

Love me used and hate me borrowed
Back twitch as payment for
Chores worked like bank accounts
Of the starving to death
Seeking interest on ten cents

Most if not all buried regretting
All if not almost forgetting buried
Within days
Except for the payments
Or paychecks
Left

Clouds pirouette skies flashing pink
Skirts lifted heavenly skyward
Atom bombs like cocks penetrating
Hymens

Yule tide crashin upon empirific demise
Burial grounds of first nations
Embracing blood droppings and corpses
Grandchildren of genocide grandfathered
Silently

Owls hoot outside as pine smoke drifts
Wet dirt smells passing like pain
Across lips smiling at the largest
Bluest and brightest
Most lovingest and dangerous

Stoved in skulls flowerpottin fascists
Communist dreams watering ceramic futures
Pasted like Chia pets against
Weeping walls

* Spit Up * 12/09/2014

Restless riots releasing pent up rage
Pigs policing white supremacist illusions
Corporate killers corrupt beyond belief
Middle class small town, upper class Utah

Your prayers bullshit for your miniscule tragedies
Uppity jacked-up emotions facebooked for likes
Middle finger media sat on like spit up
On sperm covered couches in front of flatscreens

Prison industrial complex embraced or forgotten
Employ your daughter who cages your son
Steady paychecks beside steady delusions
Sign your name on the war on drug game

I can't fuckin breathe or gunned down
Holding BB guns, handcuffed behind backs
Pigs punching a constant in this land of genocide
Blame entirely on the innocent

Like Israel in Palastine or Europeans in Amerikka
Crimes foul like pox blankets
Rockets fired at innocents or troops boots
Dusting religious sentiment with soldiers

Clutching Maxim magazines, pork-lipped
Cowardly pink badged or camouflaged
Street soldiers and sand mercenaries
Death flags stitched on side pockets

Pictures of blonde home honeys waiting
Who hump paroled felons who feel them
For the short seconds before re-setup
A Womans character detecting incorrectness

In occupations consisting of injustice
Released from " corrections " to momentarily
Absorb compassion from the mothers of our species
Only solace for these alpha of the genus

Hands like t-bones after decade clutching
Realities unreality in chains insane
Mind open-season to those hell bent
On proving the basic points of the basically pointless

Labor aristocracy swarming poised over its grave
Unassuming fascists fluorided and bourgeois bleached
Manicured madness moisturized religious
Like lady liberty buttfucked by Jesus

* Goose Step * 11/28/2014

Tabulate strength in a spine in comparison to that of a pine tree. Measure your worth dead to that of the living. Staring up at a grey sky whos uncaring of all humanities been through. Wondering the purpose of our wasteful existences.
Its not like saving money will save the world. The do it yourself movement isn't the answer to anything. Seems like we are on a one way trip to nowhere and nobody cares beyond this minute. Purposeless we playact our nonexistent purposes.
Fuckin sittin behind a desk our whole life. Takin money for chips. Bedridden guilty consciouses scratching sick itch as we cough up the expensive habits we suffer with.
Squeezing out feelings we spend whole lives holding in. Dribbling down our shirtfronts in dark rooms nicely locked. Eyes darting for witnesses of sordid imaginings.
Sick pathetic Amerikkkkkkk.

* Mirror Givers * 11/23/2014

A year and a half free
Full year employed at the busiest truck stop
Enough work experience now for better employment
Sleep at night deeper the more i exhaust
Pain doesn't X-out enjoyment when the latters
Nonexistent

Wifts of reality wafting up from mirage footsteps
Feeling like a hamster one-way glassed
Peeping periodically past the people
Feeding looped reels like carrots
To glassy, wall-eyed rabbits who've jus witnessed
Parents death at the teeth of weasels
Pissin yourself as you digest

Every face has that which it can't confront
You're this, you're that but like reflections
Gleaming sideways unseeing we continue
With perfection in eyes bleeding of disease
Breath smelling of substances
Makeupped wanton need to be pretty
We proceed

When the jokes on you long enough
You become able to turn the tables
Audience involved unto silence
Like Kurt Cobain clapping
Sarcastically, sporadic like a shotgun
Into faces
Quieted with derision

The destruction of the comedic
Like fucking a partner so long you hate it
Hang it from a belt
Rape it like Black Amerikka
Hey, Robin and Cosby
Fuckin psuedo-society woe-seekers
Destruction of creativity a la
Finale' empiricity

My delusion I've used it
Hurt none in the process of it
I'll proceed with it as need necessitates
Avoiding unto perfection
This
Poetic tetris tic tac toe morass
Ones personal
Insurrection

Dizzy like a mouse in a tight wall
Worsening
Need for the worst stalemated
By some inconceivable net structure
Trap door made of red carpet
Scittering feet across chewed wood
Its only me...