Moshabbe

my jaw cracks
in brimstonish schism
this forest is too small
to be shared by such brutish hunters

cast off into obscurity
by a false necromancer
a singer of charms
she sits among millions
but so deafeningly alone

taunting solipsism
shameless mule
you are no martyr
no honest man

every line ever met
has been a liar

I stand here now
a collection
of these mischievous lines

for lines are little
more than shadows
and what is what but
a collection of shadows

i cast my own lines
here and there
struggling to keep them disciplined
but just as the ones i take
they are not to be tamed by
one man
or any men

symbols, chemicals, equations
ideas, emotions, perceptions
multitudes
lines
there is no form in creation
but in manipulation and summation

under reconstruction

currently a work in progress

What would it be
if everything were singular

one meaning

would the world be happier?
or would it be a computer
a wasteland of simple things
and peaceful

would the artist exist
would we dance
or have anything to dance about

do we divorce this idea from our psyches
is this what we seek
Fuck peace
Fuck kind words and fuck agreement
everything in life is fighting for

GET A PHONE, PUNK

damngirlLocomotive

whatstrangeloveyouareMAD

scarykidscaringkidsscaring

everywordburnsmymouth

butitastesogoodand

thehurtmakestronger

memories

the trees must be giggling
while we smile with shattered hearts
and mended teeth
for wisps of breeze and rustle of leaves

the trees must be giggling
at hissy fits and hamlet's wit
and passing cars
droll

this wasn't inevitably going to happen

BENITO CERENO MY DEAR FRIEND WHY SO PALE?

each rock of the boat upsets my guts

We embarked early in the morning, full of zest, without apprehension. As we progressed we grew hungrier…I would’ve expected satisfaction but quite the opposite. There will come a point when we are too weak to speak. when truth is untruth, then we will arrive.

stale bread broken head

solipsist whispers

accosting glares

denizens salivate

stear down

sirens why?

horizons and more lines

tangential inebriation DECEIT

Tie me down boys, we’re going!

A lion’s roar cauchemar is only beginning

here and now

I asked my computer what he thought today

He had so many opinions he didn’t think anything

He knew even less

He wasn’t oddly polite…