Speak to me on a level never felt. Past or present... Standing tall, in defiance of your collar bone. Hallow be thy- oh you! So prized, by alliance again with science. Cold. Showering signs, lined with sticks stacked in stones. So true, like a fish in, out of water asking why fins get so stoned ? I don't know. Like fresh salt licks sold in Seas. To Scholars who somersault brooks, reeling in only cheddar cheese. Acid reflex follows. Brought up by sequence, as only in secret we agree to disagree. Too heavy, and when the feather flys free, simply be. Against me is the scenic way. Believe it. Oh so miserable me. Take the next exit, now so sinister seen. Seek me out. On a plain never drafted. Now or later. See if we climb together, only to be asked why ? My answer ? Foul ply in a sea saw. Holy on the other side, reeds and all. That's because we open doors that at a distance, freely fall. For us, of us. By us. FUBU not. Fear us, because we clot blood. Shot out, to fish Brook Trout and blot out flower buds. Give me reason. And I will. Give me you and it's done. On an ice burg tip, cooked short of common sense. A shore once was, for us. Of us, on this ocean trip. ---- 6194
I was just thinking of using "collar bone" in a piece of my own. But this is hot, it's a trip and although I don't know what it means to you, I don't think I want to or need to because I enjoyed the feeling it gave me and the atmosphere. It's one of those pieces where I might have questions about certain lines or wording, but I don't mind them because they only add to the mystery and the texture of the poem. I also have to compliment the breaks and the pauses, those are subtle things but they really add a lot.
I <3 you kittenx You just made my day. it was an exciting feeling when I saw you posted here. I was just thinking to write a new one just a minute before. You've been a strong influence in the newer stuff I've been doing I noticed since reading you. Your compliment lifted my dark mood I was going to write in though lol Thank you.
Don't you know ? I'm that Swisher Sweet blunt, wrapped. Six foot deep, out back rollin' spinal taps One eye dank; My other eye sportin' pirate patch Hour glass strokin' late, eatin' crazy scobby snacks ...Drum line pulsatin' out old harmonic flow Rewind ? Beats bass booms like ole dominos Boy's all fading soon, zero pharmaceuticals Doe in season, Bambi's dope ?... Dear: magical, Oxygen is now premium, laughin' over chemicals Seeing is believing, I see dreams being physical On it again, down periscope chasing rabbit holes Wow, Alice is my miracle...lickin' em' pink popsicles If she axe nicley, I'll give her ice scream reciprocal Dawg, This trip, be up on my bacon pan somethin' electrical I'm wired like ten jackals pacin' past the paradoxical Again, I'm that swisher blunt, done crashed all obstacles Please...fix me.
Wouldn't that be funny... If you ate hamburgers and daffodils In Indo China laughing at cinema films If you played Nintendo with an Australian Sinned so hard on Pentecost with Ethiopians If you told lies as jokes with fifteen one liners Laughed it off and pulled it over Mr. Oppenheimer Who's that ? I don't fucking know, a bad ass It's all because funny people are the saddest Wouldn't that be funny... If you lost your home in economic crashes Held it in, n' in your mind is all chronic madness If you lost your child to the sate social workers Still keep her room exactly but never fight for her And in your mind are shades of all the eternal shine But you're blinded by tears, showing that hurtful side You go to the show by yourself and order two drinks It's your birthday, but in your mind it's been two weeks You think of ways life should have been, could of been You are reminded of reality, here we go again, go again Wouldn't it be nice... If you stood up and said, "MAN THAT'S FUCKING IT" Cut all ties to forfeit everything now, as soon as it sets As good as it gets, you remove all your systemic regrets Wouldn't that be funny, if you left and hit the road Nobody noticed you gone (only cold and icicles know) And you walk with a back pack on, canned food dinners Three states away and still life is never gettin' better A cigarette in your ear and a match stick in your teeth Smoking so many dreams with that static on you feet You start to miss your Nintendo and your impromptu jokes Your daughter's up in the ward, you want to give up hope You wonder if Australia accepts outlaws, stoked to start over The ocean whispers a boat and your sail drifts apart, a loner You give it all up, even the road and her adventure No direction home, you feel a the bite like dentures Not authentic anymore, no zest, or function to live You think of Indo China and Ethiopia and their kids Out of food now and your gut sticks to your spine (stole that line) With your face in dirt you give up, sick, out of time Wouldn't that be funny if you didn't live in the wild You could die and never have to forsake your child You look up to the apex of your situation now Up in some astral nirvana, death executes on clouds Watchin' them part, you see your daughter... it can't be She is smiling, looking at you, and you are so fucking happy You scream seven times with squeaky vocals, "I love you baby, I'll see you soon...I miss you so much" That would be funny, if this wasn't really happening
"Neo" was fun, nice trip, but I liked "Wouldnt That Be Funny" the best, it is so strong. The editor in me wants to tighten it up and punctuate, but its very good.
Rebirth I'm Haunted by the memories of places I've been Of my faceless past sins, palpitations' & spins Running up endless stairs. Up lifes' downward slopes Knowin' the old, preparing up there Mountains of Hope But I'm twisted in cobwebs, trapped in insidious plots Just a spider asleep, life is feedin' me insects and rot Crawling to the surface like fat worms after hard rains My memory is power, like if a dream could star gaze My dreams go uninterpreted, like a letter never read It's the better end--I'm bitter for being altogether dead Fuck choices I made, pleasures are some how sufferings Just allow my voice to now measure out these mutterings: * I'm still thirteen years old, joining a cult to find love I'm the awkward bookish boy, adults' lies like butt plugs Their acid acceptance is my emotional oxy clean shine Promise of fair weather but passive storms never reside I'm still seven, and a Venus Flytrap tryin' to be mysterious As my parents joke at the end of a marriage, why so serious ? I'm still seventeen, walking in my first bid of doomed freedom Somehow, even now I can't believe I just got rid of REASON I still live in my car, years after founding a new family Renting more permanent hurt. Astounding is my agony! All the police, and criminals, and false friends linger & chill Most are in my head; they're all sleepin' on box springs still It's still my wedding day, the day of the birth of my child The day we got the autism diagnosis, downward little smiles It's the day my wife left me, and the day I left my wife It's today, my child and wife in the oceans called life Me on the shore, scribbling this essay in front of dolphins It's all those times, together with thirty nails in my coffin When you make truly significant life choices, remember this Before you age, or commit a crime, use drugs, flash your tits Or get married, or choose to be homeless: all splendor is shit Some of these choices are crossroads, a direction you choose Dreams can and will change you forever, a suggestion I use: Treat your mind as a museum you must curate In time a REBIRTH must come, it's not life but fate
My Life Match stick memories Hot dog sulfur-wick in assemblies Cincinnati dollars hit, suffer shit generally Burn sixty chincy patties, mixed in gentile seats Smell swine ? Why isn't that Porky Pig's melody ? Well, it's limes in lies, poorly fixed monopoly I count it all in honesty, put forty six on sloppily It's like Funnel cake boss with Johnny apple sauce Running late costs money with tad pole frogs Staple my chin to the carpet and vacuum A dental floss victim, in apartments to make room What is it that I'm saying ?...double click my life Down load my processor and glitch about its price You see, I'm that hard brick butter slice YAH my Father, he cut me naught like knives I defeat my enemies, til ALL His Kingdom come I beat em' endlessly. He IS RAW FREEDOM, son HALLELUYAH
The large banner above read: "Stand Up To Hunger" or some shit like that stitched with corporate logos reminding you continually of who puts on for 'your' city CNN, Twitter, Visa, Kraft and on and on, the usual... it hung in view of thousands of young-20-somethings mostly whom all were a proposed solution the "now or never generation", "the future" Stand Up To Hunger the buzz word or whatever Below, on the stage a familiar speech popped off, a Maybe-It's-Maybelline girl speaking on behalf of greater interests something about taking an implant to fix hunger, or some shit like that something like it's painless the future of tomorrow, today or whatever it was I could hardly hear or see her though the electrified spasm of humanity all in front of me, behind, to the left to the right, on top, on the bottom all over the place BUZZED... Smart phones, tablets and tech. positioning for their facebook picture a chance to be judged worthy or whatever the fuck in sight of their consummate queen to demonstrate high value or some shit like that Meanwhile, the speech grew the show ramped up celebrities appeared Lady Gaga with strange triangles above her head Bill and Linda Gates with bizarre hand gestures malnourished Asians came too skinny pawns next to the fat queen like advertisements like space monkeys like que-cards Hunger was the problem like a boogeyman in the desert spectacle was the reaction like the hit on the twin towers it was all there...hanging Boeing, CBS, Exxon, T-mobile on and on...on that banner "Stand Up To Hunger" the implant was the solution like all the people cried for saying, "lest we too starve" The speech was delivered, hard the final solution sold in dazzles establishing the crowd as a trend going viral for the cure, view counts the new standard in world community chipped, relevant and all flabbergasted the majority was in obscurity and the devil was in the details Still, yet Above them stretched out, unabated over the sea of expendability over the flock of free-range chickens Hanging with certainty, with all assiduity that large banner with its colossal resources on that day... did not give one fuck
I'm a pundit of orchestral table scraps the arbitrary tremors of afterthought in the second balcony, forty-second row nose bleeding, I occupy comfortably a proud oak chair. Blacklisted above muffled violin palpitations and insipid pulls of rhythmic murmur I begin to fold my concert program seven times. The Woodwinds dispatch a hum-drum of empty spectacle dog fighting the hollow sorties of paper airplanes raining down from the second balcony, forty-second row. Launched with the technology of my velcro shoe. The Strings respond one octave lower, pitched in stealth formation. Forcing a drop zone to dissident sound gardens of predatory hummingbirds
Porcelain boy SOLDIER If I never talked I wouldn't listen more Cos I'm that fresh, frozen dialog Of conversations unspoken Between contention and sulfur heat If I never listened I wouldn't listen, or be thirsty Because I'm a rooster quit cold turkey Deploy this tactic, can't you see some static ? Constituting emergencies on my path with Dynamic planning, with fast bandwidth I'd rotor wisdom on empire Broadcasting reversals over tight rope So, the less noise I make The more I communicate this: Body language like ghost shell Illumines my snake pit, pent up mostly, by screaming wholesale What is it, but is what is Sometimes when, on what consequences Don't you get it fool ? I'm that Porcelain boy soldier, little atlas chin Who Chariots a land rover, over his requiem Riding cursed Frankenstein monster First to herd Cyclops in past bad posture Though, you will fail to understand this, Because of Fair Trade Poppy Awful habit. Contrived little carcinogens Dry Skittles eaten alive by his Rabbit Friend Easter eggs: painted by China synthetics Incubated puzzles cracked concave genetics What ?
I got this brittle shell It’s ready to expose core baring my secret scar even now as it cracks I sip the inside yolk. To protect my hurt all I can do is nurture a nature and my creature I offer no condolence I clean up the cover up looking for the way out seeing just an exit wound outside under 14.2 Psi boiling cess pools abound I think I’ll drip in open bath become aware of depth with little to drown in my life is on the line this is paradise of paradox. A life saving memories spent at an absolute end as the shade strikes deep sinks familiar sun in me, never again clarity is death, feeling very confused I’ve wanted both. Was sure I didn’t such a sterile horizon, that’s me in a jar insightful I digress. Confess, reflex. still my chin lifts so high my mind rewinds mix tape Stop. Pause. Play. In this pineapple express
