Pallid

tremendous impacts the words of labor become mainstream sugar cube swept from initial feelings taken by abuse and ping times never did you exist…. just dreaded and dreamt of melancholy a sweetness of desperation labyrinth of the hurting should we go on entertaining the death, are we going to far? not to notice the starving, decadent kissing men in modern legalities organize the unions of hate solve nothing but create uncanny comprehensions perception distorted depressions breathe in the confusion we drown in dust and aluminum get into the rhythm of disobedience poetic verse speaks soft, selling you the nonsense and … Continue reading Pallid

InJest

corduroy gap cover mouth ingest frosted agony seeping sloven slaughter of the in-between of loves and loss jingle jingle boss man taking Talis and cocaine burden family with insolence fail to rebel in the revolution cacophony of protest protesting against the opposition’s protests par for the course, 4 Intuit the amalgamation of sufferance pish posh magpie catch a parasite in blood and eye twist and shout black frame gods eating pixels at 3am ignorant of the perils and pleasures of the flesh and bone throne upon tone of the operator intones the catastrophic news flooding the fires with personal bombs … Continue reading InJest

Poetry Is Me

Aurora, bore me Alice fled from my responsibilities with a stolen smile and a London overcoat sickly sweet surrenders and citron martinis just another Armageddon Wednesday gaunt debutante sambas your salsa burns baby where I go will you follow me to show me all I can never know? grandfather of no one miasma of that great era it tears at tears and fears forests of folly fending famished fiends of fire hydrochloric acid words educate my body in your ways I am feeble and scrambled like a short wave under water running a hustle, bustle slinging my game out on … Continue reading Poetry Is Me

Today’s News

Indelible, the touch of the restless dementia hours of nothing dedicated to the honors we are pleased to abhor in small plaid workings of the horse’s hair shouting mayhem in stocks bonds straining against the drying out of decency we manipulate the ruins just to see what comes out of my madness is beautiful too far gone in this muddy water blues gripping the railing about the digging of my bones pirating another soul  with cash money brothers, am I my brother’s keeper of bees in my bonnet and the tearing away of starlet dancing survivors on tv surviving in … Continue reading Today’s News

SoapBox

impoverish threats ram jagged caustic noise derelict ionic cameras burning skin and private parts meticulous malicious For the greater good For the safety of your neighborhood A matter of national security not for sale? not in the mood Precision, incise implement action plan to renovate the failures level this level bar who you are, there is no care for you for no one cares that you were hurt before we fixed the caring that you are to be forced into by those who are supposed to listen and abide to you, oxymoronic, no? purge with noxious toxic bane flood the … Continue reading SoapBox

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

A rival

Burden of truth marries you to the burden of proof the silence announces the arrival trembling cinder tones annotate the dissension emanating from indiscernible distance friends of Rome seeking the coin for Charon abate your chatter child cease your prattle child you are in the forge we are drawing out the sword Anneal Grind Harden Temper Assemble Completion burden of proof binds you to the burden of truth now go and reap Vengeance the clash of steel bent to will shaped to slay announce, a rival survival, and a hard wind will carry you child the struggle will deliver you … Continue reading A rival

Homage

Homage play the dimpled down players and dulcet toned naysayers they want to push it, feed shit, under grit sand bone force fit downtime with the metronome ugly malcontent, half-spent allegory breathing life where there was none before a yellow door, another whore no wife where there was one before Impersonate the impersonators to elevate your charitable collage Intrude upon the thistles sharkskin boots shining like the predators they once were soles find windpipes pop like tarts getting toasted on cold nights in an opioid gulag suburb callous calculations cogitate upon the sum of one in your best homespun even … Continue reading Homage

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