Elbow

Spade slicker I guess I better when we 

Wood tallow speaking giving trees come

Never boon a Ralph’s liquor input pow

Soft jingle jack rude sleuths gripped

The  moon angel gelatin capsules bison

Every little potato chip addict youth if

Calculating ophthamology  steam tender

Green stout manufacturer snout Apple

Seeking out new space stratuses elbow

 

Stink

Bickeye bucolic amnesia forget me not

Hand off verb stink few cube grass folio

Butane chock steel wrench chain Grendel

Spew hot Jew hot slaw Volkswagen pope

Newly sauntering table top purpose sort

Keys tonal yellow disturbance aggravate

Streak pole ambulance startle twine

Grease ankle pit crew silent dice stink

Pip Sweep

Present manual seen ghosts hover swap

Maliable sever maneuver tangle streak

Table clock caught Texas stink ready pet

Peel canker sink vault green under pot

Quote dark tank weird grace keel apple

Vet feel yard garbage sent erase seep in

Ember type anal well up year pip sweep

Perfection

Intimate numbing of the minds a creative

Return to the clock strikes early too much

Peanut butter toast will fill your belly on

Old bread, but whole grain, mind you, if

The body strikes the notch skill might

Let’s go fishing from the pier at the back

Of our most scary imagination in the spot

Where we throw it all in the blender we

Hope something good will come of it but

Nothing ever does we keep on, not quite

Realizing the insanity of it all, the tiny bit

Morphs into the demon on your shoulder,

It clings, it sings, it whispers things that

Might disturb you, with a healthy set of

Wings, in a life of purity, of paradise, of

No stress or money. So, what do you do,

In this new found string of past times and

Experiential happenings, a couple stings,

For the family winged way to perfection

Thinking In A Box

Absurd recollections of injustice

The high reject the low,

Declaring themselves more worthy

To sit on the left and right

Of God’s mighty throne.

Ignorance can somehow pierce

The best of educations.

Lawyers, doctors, police officers,

Who is the real threat

To freedom? Is it a majority

Of closed minded people in

Strategic positions of power,

Or maybe young people

Who mostly vote with passion,

But sometimes short on

Experience? Making people think

Is the hardest thing to teach.

Still

Coastal stool mark true caught draft

Hit bought stalagmite coughing whopper

Laughing commonplace stickler tight

Deeply drenched stipend grab fear movie

Jangled Persephone conjuring cooperate

Sharpened severed cooperate tangled

Yelp foul chopped splendor salvation

Reference dairy berry various grill stick

Amiable clicks topple stink mock still

Ending In Sight

Trough living, hay ride diving.

We want to take it fast, over the edge,

Take us to a fall, we, let’s just say I,

Want to fall, fall, fall, into nothingness.

No one will care anyway. You can leap

From the old, rickety carriage,

As it plunges to land on top of us.

The struggle does not mean death.

It is a delivery from all the bullshit of life.

We all run into that occasionally, right?

I just want to escape, for the cease and

Desist of life to mark an ending to the

Pain. We just need a little help.

A Detestable Creature

God Nothing, Stands down for me.

Owing nothing, just the same,

I make a buried claim for nonsense

To be meaning for my mind,

Medicine for my soul.

In the end I cry out,

Why have you done this to me?

Put me here without a clue,

Trapped underneath the weight

Of my self-consciousness,

Losing every day,

More and more, my will to live,

My simple willingness to reach out,

My trust in my fellow human being,

My capacity to feel secure,

In anyone else’s presence,

In my own thoughts, a terror,

To be known, experienced,

In the company of innocents,

For I consider myself a crudely shaped,

Ugly imposter, whose only justice

Is to be tortured to death,

A truly shameful act,

For a shameless, detestable creature.