Nov 20

20 Nov

The wilderness of time
Space expanding
Expounding on broken promises
Reliving the devils dream
Skeleton child claws at my arm
The menagerie in the darkness brought to light
Selfish presumptions and egotistical stubbornness
And a will to adapt and survive and heal
All that I see is not seeing me and I could be doing something better if I knew how
This is all I know and more is added each day
The shades of grey are infinite
Proximity to stagnant repetitions
Joy hope love and the future is fucked
The future is locked, contradictions are in order
Beautiful people
Hurt and worried and anxious and sexed up people
The world is on a page in the universal handbook
Look it up and bookmark the milky way and realize
How small you are


Things that make me happy

8 Nov

A Soulful and Well placed blues like
Good tasting and strong cigarettes
Coffee in the morning
Warm blankets when it’s cold outside
That moment when your Pokemon evolves
The gift of a new day
The smell of apple pie scented candles
Having fieldrunners go through the Gauntlet on
Fieldrunners 2
Peeing when you really really really have to go
Blank notebooks
Full notebooks
Nifty mechanical pencils
Laughing At Awkward Moments

Only read this if you have absolutely nothing else to do

5 Nov

I’ve decided I have to be; there’s no other choice but to; its necessary and essential for me to write and be a writer with pen and paper, keypad and monitor, iPhone and twitter pencil and napkin. It’s a must see occasion and it’s the only way for peace and joy and selfishness and ambition to rub me the wrong way with the other choices that flood and keep flooding my brain stem areas. Ate a tomato and threw puke up to the garden of peace. Goodness and patience for the circling whirlpool of faith and hope. Love the gravity gravitas and gratis without even thinking of grace. And now the cloudiness sweeps away the afternoon with sunshine rays piercing thru the darkness of darkness; the dark piercing sun rays bloody Sunday’s with cream. The leaves fall and are falling to gather together under a spectrum of crinkly soft goodness pulled and brought in union and one accord with the sound of the accordion and the unicorn until the glue no longer sticks and holds the universal world together as a magical thought of peace, love, joy and hope. Oh happiness, when will you empty my doorstep of faith. The heart beats for you to a different drummer’s drumstick; chop suey duet quick Richard playing now for the frown comes later Sundays, but for now we feast our eyes on the abundance of leftover life that mechanically entrancingly flows under with beyond through above technicolor rainbow swirls marbled textured bezelled and bedazzled above and beyond all hopes and cream dreams. It’s a sure shot to hoy the toy, not fought of yankeedoodle candlesticks burning bright in the nights, flight tight mite cramp squeeze bless these knees bees. Of course the others too don’t forget the mothers others bless their souls above all else together with the aforementioned rhapsody in blues clues due💔🚀💤
Alarm alarm wake up pup wake up, the new dawn dawns and breaks open the casings of the beat thumper, waken all to the sound of a heartbeat. One two buckle your mouth shut, open your belly for resuscitation nation. missile alert one two one two and who where when how what are when that was encyclopedia brown of you??? Don’t look don’t stop now it’s hi time we found the sound alert alert, it hurts to do good, should we hyperventilate to the rhythm of the ocean sound waves beckoning a useless wonder to behold? Ellipse eclipse for these lips told the waxing and waning of a second universal world of work and play, the sound fury jack dull boy ahoy ahoy ahoy weigh anchor ye tramp scalliwags!

Say it again Sam, human interaction is a faction. uncouth limousines beneath the banana banana orange flaming bureaucrat waste limit line find thought kind human signs of life. End line. End of the line, sonny Jim! Awaken. Burn and harden your clay in the massive stone kiln of connundrum. life is worth living if your giving and taking and occasionally baking cookies chocolate brownies cub scouts webelos bacon sausage egg and cheese ham and cheddar. And that’s almost to the letter Ledbetter.

In the world not of the world. Above the world. Gentiles Pharisees and the law. A frozen chosen cohesion freeze ion blaster. And I could go faster master wake up and smell the coffee of life to the full and more abundantly than thou

I know I should but could I would I be your neighbor beware the labor that’s so sad to know when you’re bowling for fish wishes beware the hate beware the scare of the one who knew ya who wouldn’t look down to you from the blessings the idle messings the looping forwards and the attitude bore USA Norway on the usamo threat to relet the voyage set you straight the mistake is late fright mailed to the slate of belated crates open up wide and feast your eyelids on this prize, dibs, one two three open for me eat eat eat glad to meat ya open forward toward and bored número UNO is the one who you know, the crowning glory is mistaken for the ship captains lorry, flowery gravesites on Davy jones locker blockers shocker the blocks flocks and explain this miss! Why’d I catch you doin the zoo tangoo with the flew heron bones red zone calculating spot shot fought boxing man, find pond water frogs daughter
the latches are open and broken off the hinges of an unexplained tomorrow’s sorrow borrow the sugar if you may please say the ways not forgotten and bring why you’ve broughten shore pudding the shouldn’t way sayer neigh player hey you hey you hey you heyo u air oxygen hyperventilation nations appease me scientists please me fill me up to the full of the pup who’s barking and hRking and fish mammal sharing rhyme time is liming with lemon squezzy if you pleat in the worlds banquet handkerchief losers are abusing the bruisers and will this rhyme ever cycle out. Will it spin forward to a cycle by circles mike so we can shout red sauerkraut. Blue association nation Mario sorrows blue mic horrors borrows the sugar from your barracuda Tracking. Tracking. Disappointing.
Annointing. Zero pointing.
Im writing to you, brothers because you have conquered the world.
Horror house fright night.

Watermelon rotunda

5 Nov

Isvinitu okey dokey misanthropic amorphic minkolators
A man with a yellow hat and brown stained gloves
Microscopic malconstruzel
A pair of lights orange beneath the fog
Beneath the dogs logs clogs frankensence and myrrh
Is this all that you’ve been hoping for
3 men walk past in white stickered hard hats
Fog blazing in the blue sky
The sun is coming out and it’s shining on the multicolored trees and the smoke:
Smoke soaks the choked bloke from his hiding space hideout and it’s not a race, chaste Bertha
A brown pool of blood and mud circles around and loops outward
A gritted grated walkway with denizens abounding
Sounding the horn for the click scratch and the hum and the low rumble, intercom announcement, engine roar

A Power plant

4 Nov

Bellows below the rusted conflaguration of matrix.
A tall pinnacle spiraling upward.
Flash drive suitchers and a belt with a tootsie roll.
Trees trees tress going on to the horizon and two cars and a road and more trees and a bird.
It’s what I see.
Cigarette ash and poles spiraling upward and a lake
Gritty gridiron beneath me
A crane attached to an arm over a mountain of brick.
A square attached to the arm next to cylindrical poles ushering outwards
A tower with square stacks and railings and lights and a pole and brown rust
Come to life
A vulture flapping the edges of its wings circling soaring

Spanish flock

4 Nov

Iron sanctuary
Metal bars beneath the waves of the sun and the sky
A hazel jade green amythest goldenrod orange yellow hunter green outcropping on the shores of time crippling onward out of the blue mist fog.
I take your stakes and raise them ten percent.
I remind you of a long neglected friend.
I am the sandy shore beneath your sunburnt toes
I am the ring that holds our chain together.

Question mark one

3 Nov

Literal nonsense, really?
A bang, a buck, a bulldozer
A lightbulb socket softly swinging lightly bringing sparkled sunbeams from the roof ceiling of your townhouse.
Apartment stop shop quick wit grit triptophan ameobamorph.
Solar eclipse the chips are out of the bag and the cats on the hot tin roof , sir. Forsooth the sooty forsaken are arriving to take their time and taxes.
Gondola sweep sleep song and it’s all gone wrong gone right.
And then you’ll arrive
Where you have sought after
The years were kind
Still my beating heart
Roses in a field of floating blood
What kind of ending is this?