Damn, A Blank Mind

3/13/08

My anger is directly proportional
to something
in the water or
something that isn't in the water...
I don't know, I can't think
either way.

Someone got on my nervous
system today and told me to get
pissed.
I did and I did
ciggarettes were
blowing in my face like
a fan or
an open window
and I felt like speed
bowling through a
noisy field

so much noise
in my drums pounding
relentless
suffocating
suffocating my senses
my eyes shifting between her
and my hands gripped on
something stationary
something to hold
me on the earth.
the earth
is where I'm stuck!

maybe if I let go
float into the looming
atmosphere,
breathe toxic fumes
perhaps die
perhaps trumpet
my experience
with a speaker
me.

Length is an important word
a word that means
how long this is,
how much time before
it stops
and I can wipe the
tears away
so my fist can heal
so my drums can drain
and bleed to a cure.

melodrama

I, the cantankerous
blueberry muffin, a
slightly obese looking
fellow, I am
a cocky young guy
with a plate just
ready to spill over
with effects of asparagus
and broccoli and
ecoli and malaria
and a nice stack
of piled-high muffin sandwich
liccorice beans
puking
son of a bitch.

I can't think of anything
disparaging to add to my
thought molestation
my thoughts are like
children and a rapist
has invaded my mind going
door, door, door
finding my little thought
children and putting them in
a bag and escaping
out my ear. give me them back...
you fucker you disgusting vermin
get out of my head, I'll show you
what my thoughts can do
you will pay and I will
receive compensation for
my wounded heart.

so much of a word
so much as a word to
the wise and the
unwise do not receive
because they cannot interpret
it bounces off of them
and they are left ignorant
and hopeless,

ice cream!
so like milk
and sugar
with a cold
brigand styling
away with his home-brew
beer cuffs
cuts and suits
bargain-basement
butane, busted
watch faces
with dead batteries

some mutilated
chanting it's ruining
my sight bursting
brightly
suggestion
manatee with silver
chains and a broach
sunburst ahoy
sunburst ahoy
so brilliant
you sing along for the
final second before you
turn to vapor.

Foobar
Foobar
bulls and lightning
with angel's wings
glint and a fit
of childish laughter

stimulating mortification
peeling of the flesh
and a deboned hide
a pelvis that has
been stripped
broken
smashed with teeth
and shit.

I like this part...
the part where I stand
and I look around...
it's a collective movement
everybody does it
does it twice
and three times.
suitable
dispute. It's wet
on the ground
and it's up
and down and I feel
immortal for no reason.

Savage metal
metallic
gems and worshipping
people on their
knees
fingers
laced
patented hats
tricks
hat tricks
target
laughter up
in the storm
above
the rim
of the mountains
stewing bran
and cauterized arms.

I feel like I've completed my
journey already. most old
people would disagree,
however.