"bruised knuckles"
his greatest
trickery was
always,
always,
the honesty
at the end, the
rending in
his hands in
long emptied
house.
#vss365 | #trickery
called "stitched form"
called "two for one sale"
called "what are we, chopped liver?"
by and by
sidecars sinking.
slinking cross the skate we
paint ourself o'er, pro
tests painted in blood
chill spines of low
ly oligarchs, sparks
fluttering in
breeze, trees
hide the flight of chopped liver
left too long in sun, forest
lost for all these trees. busy
bees, plants burnt in our breeze
try it. dont
buy it
the long writ bit bobbing in
the ink we clink cross,
rhyme's my lie to linger in.
sinking into singularity
struck to the muck of
minutia, miniature molded in
morbidity, cry co/opted
to catch, latchkey to our bones
to our oldest growth, the
LDPE. DuPont depre
ciating out death.
dont try it
buy it,
the long writ bit bobbing in
the ink we slink cross,
rhyme's my lie to linger in.
sinking into singularity
struck to the muck of
minutia, miniature molded in
morbidity, cry co/opted
to catch, latchkey to our bones
to our oldest growth, the
LDPE. DuPont depre
ciating out death.
an idea. made 2/5/2/4. space
mushed into some kind of rhyme
eyes struck blind,
mind racing on
scars,moment a falling
grain going, going
gone.
bits bobbing in ink, maybe something to secure them to;
stitched. to linger off tongue. Up
to you how you
use these few bits
bobbing by. formed to 2/5/2/4.
called "Feed"
ticking down in
the falling stream,
waterfall of feed
to flounder in, d
rowning in the f
ar filled field wie
lded into cudgel.
smudging Us gainst the
windshields, bugs that we be.
pooling , trying to escape the
moment in the feed , the stream ,
hoping what drowns Us is at least
a laugh to see.
"sounding it out."
commas congr,
e,g,a,ting in be
tween, just a bit
betwix the quick
smol,der,ing, we
linger in. 1. more
(said fast, or
slow) for
2nd. just a momen
t more.
#poetry w/ #nemoetry
"tax season"
Bibi's fourth
reich raining
bombs on
the apart
heid he
made.
kids splattered
for some kinda zion
ist piss, propped up
on american meat beat
ing. both sides banking on
this genocide, no support here
but still our hill hands Bibi billions. Don and Chuck agree when Bibi
comes a calling.
"concrete"
depleting.
not-so-slow
ly circling the
drain. that sinking
feeling as it all
crumbles round,
rebar rebounding on itself.
sunk cost collecting at our toes.
better go and get your pound of
flesh fore the fall takes what's left.
sink full of dishes to clean.
#vss365 | #sink
Holy cow! Thank you so much! I don't think I'm quite that good but I appreciate the high praise.
be.
in order of
appearance:
#SOLSEED | #Illegal
#Cassiopeian | #Exist
#vss365 | #Sing
#Emoetry | #Charmed
title's in the poem this time, "nobody's to blame."
cannibal animal stuck
in his eye, screaming
"nobody's to blame."
shameless, firing by the
thousand to boost
gambler's nest egg.
burn down the plant,
nobody did it.
blast a fat cat,
nobody did it.
better to blind
cannibal animals and burn
this cave to ash than let
em outlast US.
#vss365 | #blind
"idioms & iconography"
take it to the .
don't on it.
don't break the .
all the way to the.
like money in the.
when push come
to shove, don't b
ank on a bank to
come through. s
ilently seated as
we struggle, stu
ffing us in rolls a
ll the while.
#vss365 | #bank
"McCarthy Bullshit"
McPresident prattling;
why you still holding his shit?
what, holding out to get to his McParty? whatre you,
some kinda McCommie?
some kinda red elephant
fuck falling down?
supporting dear
leader cause a
fucking tv
said so?
he was
on NBC
too, he don't
care bout you.
"so as to bite the
hand that feeds"
bit through to
bone. told not
to, but the
bastard fills
plates full
of pig
slop:
copaganda
propagating,
prattling NIMBYisms
to divide and conquer.
better to
lop off the
hand that feeds
then let it bleed us dry,
one subscription at a time.
#vss365 | #hand
called "sunk, 300 dots deep"
