SPILLING THINGS OUT OF THE CUP

oh well welches

i muse i ruse
in slumber peruse
sleeping through shifting
thoughts on my bitch vein
my sturdy thinkan leads me to believe

everything else is a welch

i am standing wholeheartedly
with a thrust crushed borscht
goofy and aloof

snooopy and a snoop

poopy and scoop.

and in my hesitance
i am ambivilant

scraping up souls from former men
bones bury the bridges in this
stolen land

im sort of sleepy now.

sliding through various mystic
half piles of seamless verbatim
splurging cranium ghosts for stupid
soul sucking sweet sand
wood floor saw dust

fleecing sound with sharp spears
wistfully spurning moist
noise screaming shrieks for robust
robotic scrimage.

i sit sore source seeming from
spouting shoots.
slushily slipping
down glorious streams
and im slurping.

messy face baby dress
cartoon boomerang
technicolor past-rays,
projection tube nightmare,
the smurfs and shit.

theres no past edition
recap, scroll screen
perezhilton thing
to renovate these splurging
walls im trapped within.

i am a totem of life lack
soul suck, waste time
sugar free, water bottle face
no carb rockstars
rocklobstar my esophogus

and tiny fruits
make root
exploring homemade
bacterial chemistries
underneath cloth.

THAT’S WHAT SHE SAID!

oh GOSH, life is really just this flawless vessel
made to subtly imprison
your being fibers
your monochrome notions.
i’m somehow perched softly above it all
rubbing branches and leaves together
because what else is there to do?
your cows cry sour milk
my main plight is to figure out
the meaning of the universe.
i mean, i might be deluding myself
but i can do it, probably

random thought spout

in this smooth world i am
formulating pixelized pratfalls
sleeping in primordial goop
coasting soft waves of determination
listening to the pixies surfer rosa
well actually im not doing that
but i could be doing it, and should be!
the world is my easter oyster egg.
im watching a movie with jesus in the title
technology skitters my brain mechanisms
or another place.

yeah, go eat my duck… I’LL KISS YR CHICKEN!

my braincrack explodes
fingerlicken
poisonous burrial traps
i drink grape spirit ade
we be down on da bayou,
followin fishes and the like
WELL HERE THIS
sez the comandeering one

DONTLEAVETHE SOAP
SO SCRUFFY IN THE BARRACKS
EAT THE GRUFF OFF OF
YOUR BOUNCE PANTS
(brashly, whispering he says this)

my fate is fictionalized.
i am proporting my tale as
if it ezists as one? im replacing x’s wtih z’s
WHATS GOING ON?

alas, there are no more brain mind spasm thoughts to expose. good day to you!

Moleskine Musings

Everything Segregates
Into different realities
As the sun sets, deep red,
Into the horizon.
My eyes explode brilliant,
Sparkly dust
All over your face,
You were just too close.
My sockets hemorrhage
A time that once was,
Between us.

Internal Eggs.

my internal eggs are hatching
and the remnants saved in ziploc
baggies for later on admiring.
and i am a ghost, slowly treading about
making my way thru the winter, spring
low dosing gulps of air,
and i feel fair and unfettered.
i am peiced together like a faded puzzle,
sunburnt and weak and musty.
that is until i ooze a gore, bloody
and red from my throat and eyes.
a love like no other, the color of rust
is swayed and dangled
in front of me, softly.
it’s all too much.

(written in March, 2009)

SELF RANTING.

drowning, at first glance. feeling the last feeling left of the day. my hindsight is so terribly accurate that i am filled with an acute sense of how things would have/should have been. and in future times, i glide casually throughout the locations surrounding my ultimate being. i dip into warm pools, and puddle along some windy road existance, and its long… and it leads to your door. i knock quietly and wait for a response, eating a brown bagged lunch from home in the meantime. 

then i throw it all up. 

my place in this world of worlds is terribly fleeting. with all of these friends i’ve garnered i am nonetheless terribly alone, like a big and scary monster who wouldnt ever even hurt a fly. and i question this sense of myself, that i feel i understand so thoroughly… perhaps i dont have a clue. or mabye i know all too well my specific situation, and all situations to follow, so i shy away from them to save myself the trouble. its unclear. 

so off in this perpetual meanwhile, i am here. bleeding the need and want of appreciation onto carpets, upholstery. i am staining the very fabric of myself in some spiritualized cry for attention, but i do not go out of my way. 

i also realize that despite an all encompassing awareness i am niave, i am adrift, and i am un-imposed. i am searching for some otherworldly essence to present me with a silky current, a warm hand, a light breeze… just, a tangible reminder that i am as special and different as i wish and hope to be. 

you know… taking yourself so seriously is very futile, but i refuse to follow the examples of those around me. i have grown sick of losing myself in a fantasy that im not even apart of. i dont even watch tv anymore. 

and although i have no issue traveling to the levels of others, and relating to people fundamentally – THERE IS SOMETHING MISSING and i cant put my finger on it.  but overall i have the general impression that my perspective is misunderstood. i get the feeling that i am not liked enough to have anyone take a trip to my level, and stick around because they’re comfortable there and happy to get to know me metaphysically, if you will. also, i am generally bored with the masses so while i am compassionate enough to relate to almost anyone i take a special seed in order to grow, long and languidly beyond these average backyard fences that encompass me. 

i just feel an overall lacking sensation that i can’t kick. dont we all?!?

LOST IMPRESSIONS

i feel like above my head

in small shards, like dripping icicles

i am being soaked with fear

 

the true dread of the situation

isn’t my insistance to run

but to stay

 

following slow trails 

deep into dark tunnels

i reach the other end

 

only to be cleansed

of the sad idea that

i might have affected anyone.