The people who know people
know people who know people
who no people know. Not even
the people who know the people
k–no–w the people no.
Don’t be fooled.
Don’t be gullible.
Don’t be wise.
Just k–no–w.
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And so we end
Another day
Zeroed out
Begin…
Open Cavity
I fell in love with myself
over and over and out again
until all there was was an
Open Cavity
beat beat beating down the block
beating and always beating
even when it stopped
I fell in love with myself and
that Rocket-shaped mailbox.
Something
Something is in the air today
And it’s not bad or good
Insidious perhaps
In fact I can hardly feel it
But it’s there, breathing
Be cautious whispers wind
Down the curvature of my spine
Into my core, something
Yes something is in the air today
a better way
There has to be a better way
than all this bitter pain
and suffering that after a while
no longer feels much like
pain and suffering but rather
mute normalcy of the day
which never really fully ends
and on into the night
which never allows for proper sleep.
Perhaps a song will help
my friend, for now
I think it’s for the best.
a beautiful life.
At the end of this life
if you can say
I did some things
I really, really enjoyed
and helped some people
along the way
all the while
laboring loves labyrinth
then that
I’d say
is a beautiful life.
Her Genius
We are all our own genius
aren’t we? Self-help tells us
to be selfless while the world
tells us to be tough
slowly, gradually
like a surgeon’s steel
picking apart pieces
of our sanity like a game
of Operation. We are all
children at heart, aren’t we?
When our nose’s glow red
and hairs stand on end
while our souls ignite like kerosene
flailing our arms in ecstasy
remembering the truth which
from birth was wiped clean
like a board of chalk.
We’re always trying to get that
message back, that message which
in a world or man and steel and greed
can only exist as long as love at first sight
where in the morning she lay
soundlessly asleep, bound to no one
her genius in my memory forever.
At the end of the day
At the end of the day
we’re all just
butthole tissue
flesh, bone, and spirits
away from the truth
if there is any, well
we’ll surely find out
at the end of the day.
So keep it clean cause
you’ll never really know
until you do, I guess.
— INSERT EXCUSE HERE —
So quite literally if you say
what is going to be my excuse today?
— INSERT EXCUSE HERE —
Now don’t do that.
Do everything but that.
Do every other thing
you’d rather be doing.
What do you got to lose?
The job you hate.
The credit you pay.
The fear you make.
It’ll all be there tomorrow.
So excuse yourself today
and see what happens.
Titans
We must rise like Titans
and fall like Titans
no matter the course
we will one day perish
leaving only our ruins
to tale the tell of time.
Words Of An Average White Male 