MOTORFUHKN BUHLSCHT
The competition is water thin
Head stuck in a jar
Earache page turner novel
Spelling bee sting
Collapsible skeleton
Inflatable coffin cooler
Scarf fashion
Blackboard wallpaper
Sparkling bali shag
Final flash attack
Dumb dee dumb dee waahh
Tattoo scar
It’s not even worth it
Motorfuhk
Portable cd player- playin’ perfect playlists’
The needle goes in and out
Of your skin 100 times
Copper faces
Corn is in everything-
Calm like waves
God that saves
Concrete is paved
Motivated
to go out
in cold weather-
Cliff hanging shouter
shouting
yelling
screaming-
creature position
it makes you feel
horrible
dopamine flutters in-
the touch of her foot on yours
through your black socks,
the hit of the bong
lounging behind your eyes,
dulling the lingering
headache from the spliff,
making off with my brain cells
in a high volume police chase
through a lavender field
like a rated R action film
surrounded in butter
salted, wounded, making
love,
that
is
the
high.
Blow for blow
A gamble
21
no card games
23
life age
20
love cage
more fire- as usual
I’m slow
slower than most-
slower than you
to control
a lot
of things
outside
my power.
Win
Life smells like piss
disappointment
cutting my fingers off
permanent hang ten
Tribute
it seems.
Haven’t written
in a month
no poems
no stories
no glory
sad story
of my own
fault.
Un-nessesscery Roughness
Messy thoughts that
don’t require investigation
clenched by aches and chains-
Un-natural resources like alien liquor
slowing inner debate-
leaving clarity in dark mud-
punching my own nose
with overwhelming political disinterest-
Running Now- Running to tired safe
houses- Grab me by the throat-
Choke my dreams into gasps-
I woke up today, I am still a real boy
My body is not composed of titanium alloy.
I’m not composed- Lazy in a uranium cradle-
curled up next to Ginsberg
But I warn him not to pull
any gay shit. Empire- Monster like Contra-
Hate me all over- Hide me like a lochness
Bigfoot- Fake ass lie!
I crawl- I crawl- I crawl- and
Drool- Spit the fuck up-
settle down into my
own pool of slime
and sulk until the internet
connection can rub me into
artificial romantic explosion-
Raggity staggering
haircut laughing at childhood
cartoons- Fuck today- Where
is my promising tommarrow?
Sticky amplifier feedback
ringing my ear- shoot me down
stand me up- put me in a tin
garbage can covered in snow-
leave me there for 3 days-
boredom will infect my wounds-
let me throw my head around
violently- let the lights flicker
faster- let very difficult
processes flood and see
themselves through- money
is limiting limitless- It smudges
my mind Sludges my smile- I’ve
gone swimming- Catch me in a fishing
net with four lonely dolphins-
let THEM teach me
things.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
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