Dum

cogito ergo, dumb and a thermonuclear son soak up those rays with my Ray-ban smile so many ways and many of them vile I decompose the organics of the argument before it has begun ki-ki-ki-kill it all with my American manufacturing and Eastern philosophy I remember when we learned that to the victor go the spoils and the history gets changed I will just edit those lessons to fit today’s face North, South, East, West all of the cardinal directions have seen slavery and the sun stop shining the light on the roaches and they will stop scurrying into the … Continue reading Dum

Human

configuring the distance of an instance in an instant metaphysical caresses coalesce into guesses and the current currently stresses the truth of the veracity of the false because causes are causing such waves I am afraid to be capsized by the fears that are made the best guess is to find some comfort in what love is around you and surrounds you with the feelings of safety and to encourage those feelings too, in those who find themselves in two Sense is sensing the insistence that all these persisting notions are just temporary commotions I have to believe that relief … Continue reading Human

Manuscript

Serial killer calm a mark few bear misanthrope guide to hell more and more, the deeper dive sea-green vase holds nothing Hate is a kind of peace Peace is a kind of bait need to relieve the mind a back strained by burden borrowed middle age snatches of conversation uninterpret the secret horror commonplace factor PhoBia is god War is a chess-game for kerosene shadows and shopping malls earthen throat will swallow the bodies not to be forgotten they will park blackstone on your head Should not remember the past courage in desert pains invisible walls under holy sun light … Continue reading Manuscript

Burning Blue

Sign the cue right into two fell through their purview coming to and the blue is burning with a brutal poignancy the unimaginative minds conjugate the travesties disconsolate meander to the mean without bounds fend off one’s hound unfettered furlough we swing low the carrion tattooed into steel an unmaker in the carry-on savage the wing with forced respite festival of shameless infatuation the blue is burning dropping dreams with ash and nickel sleepy in the pure air another life in breath the compulsion to shout goodbye mysteries to be tried in the eyes we seem to reach another lie … Continue reading Burning Blue

Oldepunk’s Themesong of the Day

“Jerk-Off” [Maynard:] Use to be a bunch of assholes that lived in this part of the building here, but we systematically removed them like you would any kind of termite or roach Someone told me once that there’s a right and wrong, punishment would come to those who dare to cross the line. But it must not be true for jerk-offs just like you. Maybe it takes longer to catch a total asshole. but I’m tired of waiting. Someone told me once that there’s a right and wrong, punishment would come to those who dare to cross the line. But … Continue reading Oldepunk’s Themesong of the Day

Circles

An inference of platitudes a circle and defining latitude, a foreign thought, a cross across sovereign skies intertwined tales of lassitude a 3 pence secret and yellowed articles that speak of it In front of the old brownstone with the oaken door a brass knob turned the opening thereby, gaining entry in time born of an odd soliloquy the remnant unfettered I noticed it changed your gait left unlocked, the gate swung in silently on freshly oiled hinges privy to the partly secluded, you saw the closing once you spoke of the orange Tom-cat asleep on the porch. Certain you … Continue reading Circles

Somewhere In an Opera

I bite my tongue and watch blood trace patterns of words I do not Know I wish I could die or become something more engrave your whys into their thoughts begin to understand you fools love has, is and always will be your favorite illusion so drive me home after the opera your scorn can follow me to my door but it is not allowed to come in there are demons tearing at my eyes folding visions into pills forcing me to enjoy the trip saving my feelings for the day when your eyes no longer lie alas, to wait … Continue reading Somewhere In an Opera

Minutes, pt.1

grey with anguish in pain I feel.  The known is not forever forest red roads glitter, showing home blind faith sea moves with the blood, whisper the moon crowns of coins, to be here is to fall low, I think melancholic moods shifting eyes seek the mind at one with her brooding, universe stretches across voiceless reaching tundras of mistakes and forgotten promises violent emotions raging horizons burning, the bird speaks ancient sequences that flow across lakes in darkness spearheading the dawn, severed ties of kin, poor boy starves with an anarchist saint, gone to the hell we all recognize … Continue reading Minutes, pt.1

Patterns

the touch of the taste of patterns in my drying mouth forgone conclusions river rise in the summer south you will never quiet someone like me ever again the combustible secret stolen out under you my friend seeking signing soiree eyes dark raven black point movements in rhythm quaking tearing at the joint mobile massive missives masticate unnerve today fate many times over the process unable replicate another missing picture faded on the crumbling wall hand and head and feet and ears ringing drowned doll I don’t recognize featured masque becoming my mother hearts outside beating peaks hands not of … Continue reading Patterns

My Fear

Pander to the knowing rough cheek rouge red slapped resounding cutting monolithic like the ego burning at the front In mourning find amusement In sorrow cannot fathom what your abuse meant sign of love, gift of hate what was the need you possess to feed me scraps from your plate I desire the longing of peace I beg for another blow to the head being unconscious is a small release I do not know if you be man or beast Your eyes scream with the knowledge of violence I grow so small I am become least Ponder all the knowing … Continue reading My Fear