Tag: poetry

you listen in tuned and attuned the radio of self the turning wave the rolling stone i was a blue note i was a known orleans i knew orleans i was a delta screen i have been sitting here for forty plus…

the pitch black send the pitch back the balled up paper pitched the road to hell paved with pitch you’re a shook fist you’re a to-do list you’re self-inflicted in-fighting you’re block and you are writing peel away the persiflage words are…

kids setting a good example i filled your silence with my tears it seemed the most adequate answer but it is not the action needed 6 minutes, just over and those lives were just over those names were a convincing argument those…

backtrack like a packrat in a black hat with a white hat soul with a quite phat goal we roll it like a prison cigarette like a taco like a wife in a bedsheet when the night is cold love is a…

trusting an astrologist over an oncologist saying cancer rising is good you’re not out of the wood something here radiates playing lou reed’s magic and loss a pen mark where the radiation penetrates that looks like a cross we lost our hair…

He’s wearing camo Reading survivalist tomes Playing computer games Torturing small animals for science What’s your kid’s weight in ammo? Are they safe in their homes? What’s the thing everyone blames? Which is the act of defiance? All the warning signs All…

the angle on anglo some section of saxon a white flower burning turning black in the heat blood is spilt gilt guilt who cares about it who comes from there? no nostalgia for the raped map for the raided radius no hatred…

these things we need to understand things we want on demand things that come to us unplanned all the laughter seemed canned no one wanted to talk to the band is that a dead fish or your shaking hand? we sit here…

i am feeling french made in an out fit put to gather together bolthead and screwed we have a do me stick that can have a mophead attached that can be used to pummel the laundry in the copper that can beat…

we were waiting for the thatcher reading marx, real bright sparks with some idealism for ideology a broken psychology mechanisms full of rust dressed in suits to promise trust people added to the ledger reckoned to the edge of the abyss were…