sit and shit
can’t sit how i used to can’t shit how i used to time has abused you past habits have fused you and youth has refused you access to the fountain the inverse mountain underneath where the old mans sits and where the…
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Decision Break Point
Decision Break Point. They were normally naturally occurring and the only role of a Reality Engineer would be to ensure that the narrative lines around a person were shored up well enough that they could happen. Sometimes you have to shoehorn something…
2021 Thus Far
You have to plan like it is all going to come off and react accordingly when it doesn’t. I had an idea of where I was going as the year started, and physical stuff kind of intruded and made it hard to…
anger poetry
anger poetry can get personal seems like a rehearsal and an almost reversal into something other than confrontation so comes the hesitation to write it this thing: you invite it do you even want to fight it? rebellion has always been against…
ungry
suck down food you starving fuck dog outside, hit by truck fortune cookie asexual bookie says, just your luck there are no ladies left under neon lights on chip paper street near cigarette gutter testing gravity with bread and butter we were…
For My Followers
You push towards the end of the day and you try to complete all the targets that you have set for yourself, because the completion of them gives you a warm fuzzy feeling inside. And you have something to show for it.…
Out Of Your Own Way
He sits there and he does something. He looks at it and he wonders why it is not what he wants it to be. He wishes that he could cut it out of his mind and put it on the page, but…
The Graveyard Of Incomplete Cycles
Piles of stuff rebuke me — they say hey, we are waiting for you to get to us. What am I going to do? Drop entirely the regular stuff of everyday life? Some of these things are extraordinary to the routine. Routine…
Black, Red and White
It was a film noir city, so he collected the rainwater in buckets, on the roof beside his pigeon roosts. He trained the water to imprint with the sound of those walking around. A thousand narratives winding through the crying city. White…
in the pour
am i a glass pouring nothing? am i water waiting for a glass to contain me? or does it all happen when i am drunk? i want you to eat me i will make you smaller i will make you larger we…