Not all dust is created equal
Not all movies will get a sequel
To be reborn, crying
To tell the truth, it feels a lot like dying

A bird with broken wings
Building a nest softly
Encouraged by the notion
Bones can heal

Echoes in between
Holding breath against the waves
Armies march lively

02.Aug.2017

Leaving of a wish
Rising sun beckons me close
Boats drift in the light

08.Jul.2017

ashes to ashes
babe don't matter where you are
we all go someday

hate it, love it or
not, jokes, irony, pious...
we are all just dust

Word "America"
Slogan now to improve sales
Empty Budweisers

All your tax dollars
Pay for picnics and healthcare
"D","R" play Doctor

Having been a successful neurosurgeon for for over 12 years now, Dr. Robert Cartworth III decided that he hated his career and silently wished he'd stuck to his original plans of becoming world champion Atari Asteroids player and getting stoned all day. He supposed it wasn't too late and decided to give it a try. Thus he moved to Oregon, bought a near-antique Asteroids arcade game, a hydroponic grow room, and a VW van for late night trips to the nearest convenience store to curb the munchies. The older games did not have "pause" buttons and so the only way to play was to rack up as many "lives" as possible so you could die a few dozen times while taking a bathroom break. He played for 49 hours straight, having an unfair advantage from the pharmaceuticals he was able to acquire (he still had his medical license). He beat the previous high score world record.
He had a city-wide party to celebrate this life-victory and it bankrupted him. He made the money back several times over by selling weed. He retired happy, surrounded by good weed, pizza, beer, and young girls who needed a place to stay and a good drug connection.

prophets will profit
while fighting evil doers
and the IRS

why are "prophets" trying
to sell the message time
is short, buy right now

this is my faith they're
selling, not the stock exchange
Dow Jones Jesus Christ????

putting things off seems
to be the story of my
life up to right now

The eyes of a fractured mind staring wildly from under a mop of stringy gray grease, a home for many species and dense nutrients. Crumbs from a meal weeks ago or someone's lost poodle squirm in a logic defying beard of rainbow colors but how and why? He speaks soothingly to no one. You can only imagine his teeth that hide behind a mossy cover of mustache, a gaping hidden cavern perhaps hiding treasure but no one dares.

A woman with ridiculous breasts passes by.
Children laugh in the distance.
A briefcase of proven conspiracy theories and a dark suit blatantly exists.
Never in my life have I wanted to be someone else so badly as the old man makes some inhuman sound and scratches his armpit.

well you know gardens
can be useful for that and
farmers markets hmm?

I'd like something to eat that's not made in a factory.
Is it possible?

some kid buzzed by the
house on his dirt bike too fast
he may buzz no more...

twas an adventure
but the hobbit comes home and
settles back in with

a notebook in hand
to make some "red book" for some
Tolkien to find out

over two hundred
bowling greatness I wish for
please, gods of the pins

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I want to live near a golf course where only the elite rich play.
I would hunt them and drag them into the bushes, then carry them home.
Not too often... maybe every two years or so.
I would turn them into "artisan" Hungarian sausage and serve them to their friends at the corner cafe and bakery.
Eventually I would be caught, oh but the look on their friends faces would be sooooo worth it.
And what an awesome collection of golf balls I would have!

Huh huh huh... my wiener expanded.

Heh heh heh... yeah yeah, me too.

we are entering
a time of what can be said
will be expanded

but it will not be
always for the best but it
needed to be done

at the end of the
day the mind recalls a bit
of inner data

and forms surreal night
cinema for our pleasure
and we wake up to

a world more unreal

way too much caffeine
and not enough nutrients
civilization

i just walked into a room
full of parakeets
morgan freeman is explaining
how a universe made of cheese works
jupiter is like what the fuck
i generally avoid people
but i'm really bad at it
introverted and extroverted

Big snake in my head
That tells me to do bad things
But I still have fun

Shadows without end
Sweet chorus to leave once more
Silence falls troubled

Tropical city dust and blinding smog sweating charcoal with maggots freshly laid in mosquito bites meningitis encephalitis elephantiasis hippity-hop testicular transport processed cheese hydrogenated shortening sandwich animal balloon veins and concrete arteries. Caffeine. Lady boys nauseate.
Jiggling gelatinous injections. Cannibalistic swine pork back cubes blood on a stick chicken feet entree.

12-Monkeys.

invasions bring cash
credit, etcetera but
new england, maine much

so is given to
relief when the tourists go
home for the winter

shovel roof for say
15 bucks, i had that story
told to me Tuesday

you know there's some form
of beauty in ugliness the
spider's webs though of

"death" were weaved and they
make sexy patterns for hot goth
girls outfits they wear

Selective sponges.
Beauty washes over us.
But filth permeates.

The absence of sun
Will be the demise of the
Flocks of cone eaters

In the heart of fate
I feel the intensity
Sweeping me under

i pop in when i
have time, made a friend aware
of here, he does too

tried to get others
I have this weird faith thing you
see, makes me do stuff

like "post poems here"

I'm not a patient
man by any means I am
disappointed in

the zeitgeist of those
who seem lost in perpetual
digital extrovert

culture, lost children
never knowing how to have
a real line of talk

then again I paid way too much attention to that book called Reclaiming Conversation and quite frankly this whole website is an ongoing conversation

that's really good df

They speak with their eyebrows.
They eat aborted fowl.
They sweat acetic acid.
Karaoke mating call.
Beauty skin deep.
Staph infections and leprosy.
Nothing underneath.
Assimilation of advanced cultures is not progress, not civilized, not sophisticated, not art.
Consumed and vomited caviar is still just barf.
Consumed and vomited barf is hideous.
Assimilation of consumed cells, evolving into swine.
Sodomizing monotremes extremes FB memes.
Dried fish with dried maggots breath freshener.
Sewage accumulates, swimming in refuse.
3rd world decay.

Humans live on islands. Filth live in cities.
Apathy must die.

a clone army of vhs
under the command of vhs
given a mission...

a version of star trek
starring clones of vhs
as every character

hmm i often tease
a co worker for dumping
ketchup on her shoes

and i ask her hey
you wanna ketchup with me
here later on then?

A single fat drop
Dangling from a red tip
I need more ketchup

if someone cloned me
i wonder if i would get sick
of me talking

over and over
about whatever it was
i talk on and on...

who needs a net to
catch the image when you can
just go out the front

door and see it one's
self, analogue, logged, logs, birds
down the hill blue fields

your net connection
so slow can't even download
a single gif file

a plague of spam
bots decends across the world
for some reason if

they were all good at
this sort of thing there'd be spam
bot poetry websites

i don't know what's worse
the disaster or the thought
and waiting for it

we can't worry but
there's always this sort of weird
prepper's bug some folks

get from times like these
with people holding signs with
repent on their boards

Wolf howls disturbed
Trouble brews with no answers
Candles sway truthful

That's kind of...
E-scat-ological
Wouldn't you say, vhs?

I'm feeling run into
the ground by the overwhelming
sensation all the

sensationalism and so
called "prophecy" someone shoved
Slavoj Zizek up

my ass and I'm trying
to shit out a philosophy volume
of the end of the

world in three farts

and some guy thinks that
hypnosis has stuck some kind
of trigger in his

mind he can't get out
and he isn't sure what it is
just an undone feeling

i want to do some
innovative stuff this
guy wants to post fart

and masturbation jokes
i cant come here and my God
anyone i ask doesn't

show up except a
good friend who gets tired of
this shit fart damn joke

stuff and it's not the
first Death by Dimitris
Lyacos who i wanted

to email about this
website and i don't expect
to hear from him now

some people seem to think
the best thing to do is walk
away, there's times though to

get the bulldozer
ready for the obvious
Hyperspace ByPass

cafeteria fast food
fight, name calling and other
games of the damned man

expressing inner child