Do The AA Stutter!

Down on your knees, a slave to authority, don’t pull it down, let them wait a little bit. Join the vocal majority, join the realm of insanity, with more mental cuts, more mental silence, then all your fucked up ignorance cults. Boy know what I could do for you? Girl know how I could make you? Worked in a small town, for a effeminate man....with a family. Angry Americans, scare me, like snakes in a bed, like badgers instead. Broken poison butterflies. Broken monochrome families. You’re a what, a what? A real man. A real manly man. A skinny girl. A short skirt girl. You’re what? Hollow heart, you’ve been with too many sickest sons, too many burning like gasoline. I’m no mad man, but I’m all for insanity, not your insanity. Insanity. What makes you eat their shit. Everyday. You eat their shit. What makes you eat their shit, and love it?

I'm No Poet

I'm No Poet.

I'm no good with words or structure. I'm no good with rhymes or rules. I'm no poet.

I'm no poet. Instead these are observations and confessions, assertions and lamentations.

We

All of our beauty is ugliness, and all our ugliness is beauty. The secret of the world is that in each of us is both, to be alive is to hold everything inside ourselves at once. To understand and be. A fleshy conduit of suffering and ecstasy, violence and love, hideousness and lust; to be at peace with the war all around us.

Junior

Cities are washing out, and you’re chewing on teeth leadings, praying that we’re wrong. You don’t say anything because there’s power in words, but it feels like even your mind is screaming out loud, still clutching a brass idol to your chest, you swallow it all down because you’re to proud. And now a plague has reached the gates of your heartland, it’s borne in the blood, carried with love; you get scared and cut love, you shut it away, and let the rest bleed out in the sun. Of the old world, so you fight against change, you bathe in the stained glass light of a broken home, and wet the sand with our children’s lives.