Rolling cigarette
U can't stop the addiction
The flame tempts you so

what if a real artist
was here, would you admit
he was she was here?

i have nothing more to say
because I have said it all
and I'll say it again and again and again...

god am without damn
i am blaspehmous yet faithful
living for the saints

crushed by a oorld of voices
building politically correct and undead ways of thought

merry meet and merry part
and don't even show up again lest you bring 36 cans of stella artois for the superbowl so we can watch

ads more interesting
than the game itself

guess who's back, guess who
who cares, tell no one, no friends
not even a reprimand

have we lost our
humanity to the market and the sense
of what we should know
about each other and who we fuck and what we draw close to our egotisical ways
have we forgotten our freedom so easily

would jack kerouac
still be alive to see the internet
and respond with jazz

and insulted for living with
his mother and his
roaming catholic ways

what have you to give
to the great buddha of self
but bullshit and nonsense

or will you outgrow
this nonsense and cut all ties
with this crawling art

the words we say shall
we outgrow this time of dead
gen x nonsense or

grow irrelevant with
the insults in our cloistered
clerk shells waitingf dust

oaks quiver, soaring
blossoming, slyly, haystacks
moaning, screaming clouds

competitiveness
irresponsibility
civilization

distracted by spam
i lost my rhythmic mojo
spam thou art evil

spam spam spam spam spam
spam spam spam spam spam spam spam
topped with more luverly spam

Coupling couples
Copulating copiously
come competitive.

damn viagra ads
you should harden the fuck up
your meat is our spam

Dougal my doggie
Just sitting on the carpet
Nothing bothers him

Back to my little home
from where i did roam
i went

sitting under a tree
i had been
watching the sunset

a quite night
distinct lack of sound
broken by a falling leaf

then another
landing on my arm
caused me to look up

peering back at me
with bright black eyes
a one legged bird

with a voice
of some dimension
it spoke to me

a warning i was given
"beware of
Lefty the cat"

two houses from mine
sitting on top of a car
sat the cat

with one leg straight up
and missing one ear
with a sneer it told me

on this night
i will sneak in,
and steal your breath.

Trying hard not to
But failing misarably
Falling asleep here

this fly pesters me
now i require revenge
grandma has a cock

chair squeaks under strain
silver tears threaten to fall
on blurred handwriting

Summer, Winter, Spring.
I fucked Sophie Marceau
in my dreams. I did.

47880 poems of shit
Yours stinks just as bad, dude(ette)
My balls itch badly.

Effing Summer. Hot.
Ask no fucking questions.
Trash. Rubbish. Garbage. There.

Well one has to ask
Why bother comming back though
if you write rubbish?

faintly frostbitten
image bleeds, riderless pure
dockyard escapes, hoarse

faintly frostbitten
image bleeds, riderless pure
dockyard escapes, hoarse

rude unclouded fierce
honey reflects, roaming gnomes
glitter, parroting

hissing eel groaning
pirate defecates drily
mumbling, willowing

destitute bleak late
pikes preying riverbeds lick
childishly, casks lame

ripples hover, fleas
darkening incredulous
ghostly hardfisted

sheepishly, quail fumes
aching inspiring shepherds
look darkly, tall ponds

ripples babble, breasts
flailing, grayly, refugee
hobbling rogues jab

drily, tree leaning
bafflingly, orchid flailing
delirious brown

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apprentices jitter
daintily, nightmarish elves
accelerate, shrill

decrepit docile
celestial hatchets mope, slick
cavemen supplicate

Annoying junk mail
Which no one will read on here
So we mark as spam

softly hard falcons
rambling goat fantasizes
polished Bela fades

piano despairs
glistening distressed copper
fading orchard grazes

champagne plus cocaine
formula for a migraine
at end of the lane

You should eat lettuce
You would Not Like McDonalds
You should eat lettuce

despondence bemoans
braying expectations shine
brusquely, blood moving

and I never thought to
question why all the words
fail me in the end

when i need no words
I can piss people off
with silence

for all the same this
might be a headstone to all
our lives words right here

A fickle woman
She kisses like she means it
Without connection

flowers vanish
lying passenger quibbling
bemused redwood burns

wailing spittlebug
thrusting, pulpily, bulls drift
owls brighten tiredly

purple seaman calls
snow snores, rough nymph babbles, poor
hunchback recovers

seamen partake, fires
reappear, peachs hypnotize
afterlives yearn, small

frothing rapturous
unfettered bride squeaking dour
defiant boatman