I rarely use this space to write anything of a simple nature, the straight forward truth. It's always in poetical code, in an intellectual form (because I'm a fag). But tonight I wanted to actually just write what the last few days have entailed. A simple list for a simple life, if you will ( Read more... )

man has to work for his living
now that his mother has moved over
the hills

man has to work in the shelving
looking over book and wood for
a small everglimpse

man has to work with his archenemy
with the one called _____ who crushes
with the pain of wanting

man has to work for food instead of starving
in her swarming misery and
tone of voice

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"You wear your ruins well
Please run away with me to hell.

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three new poems today, that tore out of me thinking they were hot shit. it all felt good to be writing again, under my real name, under myself, and not that fake, the shit-stirrer, that has been sitting at the keys for the past few months/years.

it feels so good that I don't want to stop--in a way I want to destroy a good thing, out of pure excess ( Read more... )

I have been reading backwards, to last year, the end of last year. There was a lack of emotion then, a closed off reaction to the epic changes that certain factors had brought to my life. Philosophy class, Rand, a break-up, falling in love with a dear friend, sleeping around, a large amount of alcohol . . . but there was so much growth, so much ( Read more... )

the word doesn’t come anymore
it doesn’t write itself
and I don’t want to force it
because I can only force
shit

shit with no character
without a streak of variation
no black shit
no white shit
no shit that runs
no funny shit
no cool shit
no shit from the surreal
just normal
boring
shit . . .
just like the last thing I wrote
and
just like this.

it is bold in a way ( Read more... )

Looking through the cigarette burn . . .For some, the solitary existence of a monk is a window into the unknown. For some, the bright lights of a drug-induced hallucination are the path to an alternate state of mind, a truer form of being. For some, these things do not even exist ( Read more... )

this is an odd sensibility. the crack whore world is tearing everything apart.

delusion was so much more fun.

i am avoiding being raped. i am avoiding the grasps of desperate women and frustrated egos. they want to take their christ off his crucifix so that they can have a taste of his bleeding carcass.

i am not your dream. i am not your perfect ( Read more... )