Do your work and remove yourself.
Don’t check the follower count,
Avoid the need to see how you have
You are a rock, immoveable in your
Missing, wanting, requiring action

I thought of the right words.
Sitting on a stool, ready
To take my laundry from out the dr
My vision accosted by a garish gre
The nihilism of the poor.

Madness ensued
in dark corners and wretched taver
where I insulted myself, and I go
by a tribal aggression; must retal
and avenge for society’s sake.

If I could pray,
I would pray that you all
enjoy your lives.
Final, but not ultimate, enjoyment
of the self and restlessness.

It’s loud here.
Friday darkness,
with voices clamoring
over the clinking of
plates and utensils.

I have a hole in my heart.
Once a trusty pouch
is now a conspiring pump
that floods my insides
with the dark red fury

Others in landscapes, perennial dr
caressed by conscious and turbulen
Oh that it may how I wish it were
sailing amidst my turbulent sea.
An unconscious mast imposing above

Oh how I wish
my talent with words
were like
that of a painter
with color and dimension.

Here’s the bet.
What’s a blind?
Pass the pretzels bro.
I’ve never had this beer before.
Have these cards been shuffled?

If there was anything that mattere
I would hold hope
that the very thing
would be me.
Profitably me.

Remember when shots
were stolen,
foreign dreams left melted
in the chamber.
Left fulfilled

We shoot for superiority.
The best of the idea,
the winning match and set
game for the domination.
I, with masculine energy,

I keep seeing
them
out of shadows
they creep,
men in black robes.

I am in the city of dead arisen,
surrounded by saints and sinners;
some safer in cars, cardboard pack
in halcyon piles to suffocate the
For others, houses blow in the win

The rain wanted to fight me.
Pouring down to become pines and n
splashing upwards,
dropping down with mock-unison
into the now flooded sidewalk.

The tower of Babel
was destined to fall
not because of the
wrath of God,
but the hatred

Inside the gas station’s
public restroom
was an interesting looking old coo
that caught me off guard.
He was wearing a heart-shaped eye

I’m hesitant,
a little anxious and
KINDA NERVOUS.
I haven’t talked to anybody
at all this week

Wind in this still,
distinct... thin
I swim in sin
till gin is rid.
Finding might,

The rapture had finally hit,
as the music in this stadium
rocks the beat and pulsates
like a living creature ready to bu
My friends and I are celebrated i

I swear if I have to read
one more poem
of someone cutting themselves
I’m going to cut myself.
Really deep.

The little needle spent its life b
Taken out for another ice moon esc
I dubbed it, at my discretion behi
the life-saving, life-changing, Hi
Like a vampire’s fangs biting into

At night, I wander out from my ba
Cloaked in darkness, shrouded in s
I unlock the old cellar door with
I keep hidden behind the wall.
I get back early enough to not let

This little book of rhyme
holds captive my heart.
No, my mind’s the real upstart.
Credit to my heart’s a crime.
Desperation took the real blow

A puff of air
internalized
in a vacant room.
Cows among me chewing
the expensive cud that

Life to me is covered
by a velvet sheet,
suffocating me
with rich fabric
and delicate dreams.

I grew up staring starry-eyed at t
of healthier men walking out of do
head held high while I kept their
It wasn’t something to really envy
and a fine nights sleep. No family

I was Marcus Arelius in love.
Eh rm, except with a woman.
I was an excited spark in flight,
Ah hmm, albeit alone.
My want is mine own, young und old

You must be you. Truly.
Inner truth, intuition, unrepentan
that sings the songs of days for d
I will hear that greatness, let us
Rising to the world,

What is a name?
Glorified ticket to fame?
Or something else entirely?
Are you a fallen tree in the fores
or are you a pair of ragged claws

The humming of the electrical wire
gently existing
outside my window
as the birds lay alongside there,
napping

I’m surrounded by broken things–
red dust deposits in the windowsil
chipped mugs, clamped keys, worn o
a matted rug, drained vase and dyi
dead water and the rising smoke fr

I really wanted to die
underneath that heavenly blue sky,
and leave behind the tensions and
and float upwards and away from th
No longer called a buffoon,

Lined up the gunmen
with sparkling garments, one by on
spelled doom for the poor prisoner
who gazed at the setting sun.
The pompous captain stood tall,

The ladder is before you
Will you climb?
Well of course you will
You have the time
Those first rungs are easy

Leap forward the meadow
An articulate sound
The seams of reality
Never glistening, seldom found
A life measured by pulse,