words are limited
representations of life
clumsy phantoms
by sexually frustrated
Don't know the details,
Cat, Jonsey, Rose, Bluefire--
Not sure what to think.
by Frank Grimes
Words are everything
They control the substance
of the creation
by William Nippress
mindless vegetables
do not know anything so
ignorance is bliss
by sexually frustrated
Lobotomy will
kill the self but then there is
no you left alive
by William Nippress
all words meaningless
moral relativism
is the trend of man
by sexually frustrated
No secret to life
You can do anything have
Anything, just pay
(The price is usually unacceptable)
by William Nippress
Thinking of close ones--
Friends from the past and present...
I pray for the best.
by Frank Grimes
the self must be killed
our identities enslave
primitive life force
by sexually frustrated
Well, all my friends got
Flowers in their eyes, but I
Got none this season.
by Frank Grimes
control means boundaries
a mind bound by control can
not express itself
by sexually frustrated
The real battle in
Life is the control of self
The most unwilling
by William Nippress
life and will are one
don't try to control at all
let life do its thing
by sexually frustrated
Expression is a
mater of will over the
chaos that is life
by William Nippress
the more likely death
i'll commit seppuku out
side a McDonald's
by sexually frustrated
Why point to others
Your own imagination
Everything you need
by William Nippress
i'll sit lotus style
until i'm burned to a crisp
like that monk in Nam
by sexually frustrated
bleed anally in the last one
by sexually frustrated
knows beat history
mother watched him anally
on the toilet
by sexually frustrated
Burning your flag is
Illegal and they will shoot
You dead anyway
by William Nippress
Kerouac died because
like a divine fool who could
have been a saint...he
drank himself to death as
a mixed up Catholic too
close to his mother
by Mox
Gleaned wisdom tells me
Only do what is written
For each their fate
by William Nippress
will walk to Time's Square
drape myself in U.S. flag
light myself ablaze
by sexually frustrated
Why end your life with
a whisper, do something great
Try to rob fort Knox
by William Nippress
will break the cycle
with suicide one day if
i gather courage
by sexually frustrated
The only way he
Could break the cycle is to
Peddle much faster
by Anonymous Poet
Keruouac died on
a toilet like elvis
after a barfight
by sexually frustrated
do you think
you can break the cycle
sex man?
by Mox
Jack Kerouac
no comment
by Anonymous Poet
so bored and lonely
i look to your dumbasses
for validation
by sexually frustrated
sprays on her perfume
maybe that will mask the stench
of decaying fish
by sexually frustrated
I can feel your pain
You
by Anonymous Poet
cying in despair
unimaginable pain
oh! i'm so unloved
by sexually frustrated
Thought you didn
by Anonymous Poet
god you are boring
even your insults make me
drowsy with fatigue
by sexually frustrated
their cornflake haiku
all sog and no crunch but makes
good fertilizer
by sexually frustrated
love my delusions
i nurse them nurture them like
my newborn puppies
by sexually frustrated
embrace the maelstrom
penn station at rush hour
more like a mosh pit
by sexually frustrated
Art for Christ sake Art
He actually calls it Art!
Delusional crap
by Anonymous Poet
milking the prostate
most pleasurable indeed
and effortless too.
by sexually frustrated
new level hardcore
cheesegrater cunnilingus
shows dedication
by sexually frustrated
a lump in my balls
let cancer grow to impress
the girl going down
by sexually frustrated
perks of dentistry
sedated under nitrus
the panties come off
by sexually frustrated
i leap from the roof
insecure zombie poets
huddle in basement.
by sexually frustrated
i'm arrogant too
self aggrandizement is
my one affliction.
by sexually frustrated
slice you and dice you
i draw spiritual blood with
rapier-like thrusts.
by sexually frustrated
god you people suck
the blood cannot flow in your
anemic haikus.
by sexually frustrated
what great art ever
came out of peaceful thinking
peace is for pussies
by sexually frustrated by bland shit, they might as well be dead and buried
i've conquered the art
of self-deprecation much
better than you all.
by sexually frustrated
reaching the height of
creativity jackals
nipping at your heels
by sexually frustrated
