oh my

the phrase is sufficiently dizzy
we retreat to comfy caves
a nook with glowing eyes
“are you one of us?”

dance to kill the illusion
of dance
i must move
and jerk
to defy the strings
and give in

my mind broke into pieces
and i sold them at yard sales
to impressionable children
i knew not what i did

they came back, years later
wild looks
they had written books
they had been well received
within circles

i will love my past self
once i am reborn
for a while, at least

not the image, the style
we learned to play with what
the logician tried to save

an author once asked me
“why have you read this?”
to which I said
nothing

he wasn't actually there

i have been with so many chairs
never filled an empty room, though

i want to fuck you
with my impotence

blood covers my hands
because
i just killed a bitch

roll down

three in one,
a god that's cheaper
slightly schizo
but stern
and loving too

I tried to make myself
into a wonderful
person
but found
I had no clay to work with

and my hands were stuck

I will imitate
my former
rebellious gestures
because
they mean nothing
but
I don't know
who I am
without them

McApathy
iTedium

no use climbing mountains
when you can roll down hills
no use climbing mountains
when you can roll down hills
no use climbing mountains
when you can roll down hills
no use climbing mountains
when you can roll down hills
roll down hill
no use climbing
when you can roll down hill
down hill
down, down
down

poop

i love the contours of your mind
where everything glides
tectonic plates dissolving into clumps
slowly weaving tendrils
the porous nausea of it all
your mind, the tissue
sorting dreams from nightmares

speakers speak
retain relations

not as clever as you think
thought refuses to
impress itself

forms ahoy! holey irony
desperate sailors on the desolate shore
of
tick tock
captain hook's glock (cock)
these are my thoughts
GLARBLAAEEEEEEIIIIYESH!!

enlightenment:
the only progress
is
dissolution

poop

this is it

when will i feel the weight of the things i've said?
it's a small room
and the bum in the corner
has pissed himself
once more

i couldn't be here
if i weren't
not here
you see?

i wonder if parallel lines
ever get
antsy

i wonder
if

this is it

can i be
the great liar of my times

to take the prominent words
and twist them
cleverly

i could not be bitter
before your teasing smile
like your teasing light
in the corner of my vision

drawing the curtain, she shudders
a little thought had passed between them
is it too predictable?
she turns
"yeah"