Please define "gen X".
I mean, what the fuck is that?
You arrogant prick.

generation x ?
you underestimate me
or at least my age

well you always struck
me as the gen x I don't give
a shit about folks

that don't trouble me
but that's really damn zen too
we either care too

much or not enough
but it's porridge and there's not
taps to do with what's

in the past but 4square

quite the opposite
what happens now is the deal
past and future aren't

or if you worked with
me i would kill you with bad
jokes, impersonations...

and to impersonate
ash "well it all ends so who
cares what happens now?"

we're all gonna die
a train or a crucifix
it still ends badly

I think I'll die now.
Throw myself under a train.
Jeez I hate Christmas.

ah somehow dogs barking
jingle bells and the
mackenzie brothers

singing "on the first day"
of christmas my true love gave
to me...a beer.... eh

i'm compelled to ask
what's christmas without old friends ?
possibly better

like i said you never left

Black or white Santa?
Could be purple or chartreuse
and a woman too.

you never left

Nippress sitting on a stool, naked whilst reciting Proust. Ash poo-ing in a red Solo cup shouting the names of his ex - husbands.

Nippress Ash Balls Gay StarWars
Wedding Gaydar StormPooper

i think I'll decide
for myself how i will live
my life and where it

will take me so thank
you very much and have a nice
day, enjoy your jokes

man I have got to
stop paying attention to some
people on the net

dos thus seek out thou?
forsoothly, thou las en wait
verily thou shall

winter storm warnings
branches cocooned in ice not
so nice for the ice

oh bother what shall i
do without hunny as the
tiger bounced the walls

Pooh mooches honey
while ignoring beautiful lights
tough winter for bears

Scrooge and his money
Marley, Tiny Tim, and ghosts!
Tale of Two Pities!

we're all filling a
series of empty spaces
here with one long

space

I got nothing but
Adjectives to fill spaces
Does that mean I die?

hmm if this is so
______ (verb)___(pronoun)
blank verse allows for

possibilities

Life is like Mad Libs
You choose to experience
Orange poop or Blue love

I would fuck myself.
However, my dick's too short.
So I bang your wife.

Merry Christmas! ;-)

ha ha ha ha ha,
hee hee hee ha hee hee
ho ho ha fuck you

Live life like light lice.
I do not know what that means.
You figure it out.

Is life meaningless?
You must give meaning to it.
Hero or villain.

I flop my dick out.
Wave it all around and shout,
"I'm a perv, no doubt!"

Eating Christmas ham.
Would Jesus have approved it?
He's a Jew, you know.

if i understand
right there is a believer
in the meaningless

ness of life here and
here there is one who believes
this life is temporary

ah but might as well
"enjoy it" whilst we still have
time to do so and

maybe leave this world
a better place than we left
it, oba dee, oba da

Write or die? Bullshit!
Everyone dies. Leaving.
Words behind their mind.

i've been stuck on this
haruki murikami
guy for quite some time

why, i have no clue
i guess i like weird writers
and need to catch up

that's why I'm glad you're back dpf

what i find troubling
is there's so much to read out
there in my genre

sci fi to say the
least, i am not sure if i will
get the iceberg tip!

no i'm glad i did
it was very amusing
it's called comedy

I bet that you wish
that you had not taken the
time to read all that

Hyperbolic junk
went clunk in the function trunk.
I'll go be a monk.

Edgar Allen Poe and I had been out drinking and partaking in various substances all night long... we were in his Porsche which is not a good car to go out hogging in. So, he went home (not too far away) to get his Mustang. We were taking these real porkers back to Ed's country cottage and we'd been smoking some opium and who knows what else... Edgar tries to roll a joint while driving and he loses control of the car, breaks through a barb-wire fence and we're speeding through this field at I'd guess 70 mph. And we're heading for this huge fucking oak, and I thought we were all goners, but then I yelled, "Poe! A tree!"

i feel like life is
this game people play before
we all pass away

and when it is done
and over, the game is done
no more playing, peace?

tomorrow never comes
because tomorrow is the
day always ahead

today is the day.
or maybe it's yesterday.
but not tomorrow.

let the lone wolf pine
I suppose like a clique does
then leave and relief

or wonder well what?
what happened to so and so
stories are social...

i take myself way
too seriously at times which
is why "break glass for

custard pie in emergency"
thank God i like custard

if the excesses
of the past are a problem
all you need to do

is add your ingredients
to the stew

When was the last time
you went outside to breathe air
instead of to shop?

Anger in excess
overwhelms serenity
and kills all beauty.

Bad Haiku was once
entertaining, funny even.
Alas, no longer.

coffee coffee coffee
seems to be the blood and
bones of many a mind

from the fast food joint
to the convenience store
to the truck stop

to the boutique selling
to upscale hipsters on the nod
and tourists

john clellon holmes
he didn't expire
he just had to GO

but i can't focus
on just the dark side because
it's not the whole scene

not the whole picture
mistakes, triumphs, births, noys
a breath of fresh air

and demon spirits
taking the form of youth and
a King of Kings

I gotta believe

it feels like that those
folks who survived the hope and
excess of xxx

get more toned down but
I wish today's gen knew what is
being lost with all

their twitter twatter

why do these great minds
decide to give in to some
moment of weakness

and just leave as their
epitaph a few tortured words
on line or on page?

if i were to end
my existence like hunter
or ernest before

I became a name
would i become a legend
if I blew my brains

out after a few books?
or what if I didn't do that
and decided life is

worth living? why do they
kill themselves, isn't suicide
a fucking cliche?