Verifying transactions,
celebrating inaction
promising thrills,
swallowing pills
The hype gets to me,
as the villians flee.
Who cares,
what do I dare
tell this world?
It would be tempting
to say nothing
hold my tongue
to the roof
of my mouth
Muttering sarcasms
under my breath
like a joke
that’s no longer fresh
I take in the scenery,
the poisoned greenery.
Green with envy
the leaves curl
into the breeze
that wafts through
my tangled,
unwashed hair.
Terrible lies flutter
through the stars unheeded
by little green men
that dot the planets unknown.
Science fiction
freezes my neurons
like a coat of pink paint
on a dead tree.
There is a comet,
they say,
that looks exactly like
a tumbleweed
It orbits a moon,
which orbits a planet,
which orbits a sun
that burns the sky.
No more lies,
I honestly don’t know
what day it is
on these frozen spheres
Verdent escapes
for the newly minted
quadrillionaires
that become cesspools
in the stars.
This world is really weird,
they say.
This world is hurled
like a wild pitch
into galaxies unexplored.
Irony unfurled
like a crucified hipster
with sunflower ashes
that fall through my fingers.
Which garment to wear
to the funeral of the
exhaustively destroyed
universe?
Broken
tokens
of frozen
lies.
Truths that dare
fall through the neurons
like demonstrated
abysses
that disquiet
the amygdala.
As for my amygdala,
it’s alarmed at a mythos
I used to tie up
my days on this Earth.
Who knows what sun shines,
who knows what moon falls?
Crashing like a tantrum
onto the felonious music.
My words fall from eyes,
into occipital lobes,
through the gates
of various lobes
No more demonstrations
of vast stupidity
that cling to paper
like bloody glue
Verily,
sherry,
chardonnay
falls into
the gullets
of giddy
housewives
somewhere else.
Hippies that puff reefers
into smiling old age,
icons of fools
for whom tears fall unheeded
No one becomes,
no one ceases.
No one is no one,
everyone is no one.
Dimples lashed onto
the corner of smiling women
drying like paint in the corner
of a party they came to
uninvited.
Cigarettes rot in packs unsmoked,
in ashtrays burned,
graying like hair
on a wizened hobo.
Alcohol,
menthol,
turpentine
serpentine.
I have nothing to do,
no one to heed,
nobody to offend,
except laughable ghosts.
Varnished like an amish swing-set,
full of generations
of laughing,
technologically illiterate
children.
The sea has no sea monsters,
the caves have no trolls
in this island by the sun
that doesn’t wear sunglasses.
Cool, said the ghosts
that no one could remember.
No one will forget us,
because no one cares about us.
Verdent skies,
blue grass
Yellow moons,
and cheesy sunsets.
Beauty is a strange thing,
the imagination loves it
when artists lie dormant
for lies to come in.
Edgelords cut their teeth
on offending themselves
with success in arts
that harm not as many
as they’d think.
Left,
right,
front,
back.
Humans
make
a tasty
snack!
The fish don’t drown
because water
doesn’t bother them
and blood doesn’t
drown them
onto fishermens’
hooks
Crafty breezes
make hair stand on end
from ecstacy obtained
in the absence of fun
Nearly everyone agrees
that nearly everyone agrees
that no one agrees
on who agrees.
My subconscious
is hurled
like vomit
across synapses.
Despair waits a day,
a day and a half.
A day and two days,
a day and a third.
Ages pass,
asteroids pass,
some collide,
ages collide.
Pluto is pocked
with the craters
of lost souls
who fell from
a moon
frozen in the eyes
of tearful
extraterrestrials.
Who cares for:
food, drink, drugs?
The days crumble,
the flesh cracks.
The mountains are snowy,
the skies are blue,
the saliva is flowing
into the dew.
Caves made of cave-men,
bark made of trees.
Miles of mildew
on the breath
of hunters.
Piles of caresses,
fondles, and gasps
that able-bodied men
cannot agree on.
Milk and tongues
fall down a hill
into a cow
that burns in the sun.
Icicles drip,
cartoons bleed.
Children skip,
forsaking need.
Where is my arrow,
my bow,
my gun?
Bullets will fly
into
the sun!
Hair below the waist
such a waste
dead cells converge
into a skull.
Where is the lull
that punctuates
the lost day?
It fell away
like the chagrin
of a bored audience
Crossing the Styx,
picking up sticks
to beat away reapers
that laugh with their scythes
No one loves life
but the wheat is breezy
in Elysium’s secret place
in the hearts of the lost
who still smile
Pock-marked asphalt,
basketballs fall
into the grassy knoll
that assassinates the sun.
Why do I bother?
Why do I fawn
over these words
that protrude from my mind?
Hello pumpernickel
sweet, black bread
in restaurants open
for all to gorge themselves
with the flesh of animals,
the leaves and fruits of plants.
Verily, doom laughs
Gloom takes a man for a ride
into the nowhere
of a lost future.
Horrendous deeds
unpunished again
with a grin,
a sigh,
a lie,
and a dollar
Glorious seeds
of forgotten sin,
now wanting
to cry
and die
with a holler
Pallor of bricks
upon bricks
upon dirt
bedrock shifting
in the hurricane
of a tempestuous
aeon
Drugs and liquor
of a couple types
dotting the scenery
of an intoxicated age.
Lost in the sea
salt, salt, salt
water, water, water,
blood, blood, blood.
Yammering,
stammering
on the street corner
of a brain
that wants to leap
out of its skull
I take a stroll
in the clouds
of a polluted sunset
and spy the moon
It shines with cheese,
moldy in the breeze.
No one knows me,
everyone knows me
I am no one,
everyone is no one.
But maybe I’m wrong,
no one knows anything
if there were a God,
even the God would know
nothing.
Beauty is all I can muster,
my truths are beautiful lies
that poison the mind
with nails, sugar, coffins.
Coffee in a cup
as I float in a breezy sky
Forgetting every lie
and forgetting down from up
Mustering strength I surmise:
I have said much truth,
or at least correspondence
between words stored in neurons
Gnarly, gnarly, gnarly,
the sun breaks on through.
Illuminating the cells
of a brain lost at sea
Give me my peace!
Give me my bliss!
Give me a respite,
give me a beautiful,
beautiful
respite.