Nothing penetrates my prescription
dull and rusty armor
NO ?!
just read the literature that comes with the 10 day starter kit, its all right there – content faces
drug company smiles
Beautiful back stab
pierce this plastic wrap cop out
swords to fall on
Bullets to bite on
Perhaps you are the pike to lance my bowels
NO ?!
Fair enough then,
I will serve the chemical lord faithfully Until released from sublingual coffin,
- However -
resentment grows
all things duly noted
As calendar page flips
Clock with spinning hands
Shadow man gun to head
Itchy finger for trigger
Pie chart rythem
All swimming in 98.6
Congratulations
….You just made my list fucker
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August6th
1 Commenta monologue with 98.6
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August3rd
No Commentscoffee shop KID D minus
Posted in: Poetry
Natural health, the words on the books cover jump out like a hair in my food. The book is connected to a stubby hand connecting to a ruddy over weight white kid. Make no mistake this pudgy hipster is no square wearing all the markings of today’s just turned 20 something crowd. the shoes are vans, jeans are levi and although the pit stains prove you don’t care, the whole lie hangs like old gravy.
Let’s get back to natural health. The glossy cover of the book is in stark contrast to the half eaten calorie bomb muffin spread across his table. the destruction suggest that our hero must have a pet raccoon stuffed in the coner of his trying to hard pockets. Cafe breve is of course the obvious drink, contain the fat a body would need to survive the arduous task of sitting on your arse and thumbing a book. the Everest task of going on line to pay his cell phone bill will be todays highlight reel.
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August2nd
1 Commentthe NIGHT WATCHMEN
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I’m the night watchmen,
nobody around this cavern except me and that creepy guy way over there.
old fucker never even says a wordmaybe ill read a book to try and forget about the fact that i feel like death in slow motion
………so fucking bored
death would be a welcome change at this pointoh henry miller your no help, as a matter of fact your making things worse
under the roof tops of paris my stinking ass -
try getting a job, some kids and private school tuition for two and we’ll see how compelling you really are
……mr I’m so interesting everybody buys me diner and all my incredible fucks are on the house – try paying your taxes dead beat – were all tired tired of carrying your ragged ass.you wanna see real art,
try doing something you cant stand with people you hate every fucking day of your LIFE -
your spare time filled silently wanting to scream spare time filled silently wanting to scream
waiting to scream
fucking MILLER what a miniscule prick you are……………………….where was i -
right, but what if death is boring !
think about it
the good books only claim a few different endingsi have heard there is a version of the after life where you go to a place full of virgins ?
LOOK
i’ve fucked my way around this planet like a dirty pirate
what kinda of after life would a bunch o’ cherry’s be for a rogue like me
christ, spend all yer time plowing maiden heads ?
we all know how annoying young girls voices are the second sperm leaves your body.
if thats heaven then I’m on the first elevator down jack !ill take a real women any day
if her red carpet hasn’t seen it share of premiers, with at least a few kids bouncing down her runway – then she’s not my kind of beautyas far as that heaven/hell full of virgins goes – better all those bumbling teeth blow jobs get test driven on some other sucker, i say. keep that shit for the boys who’s toenails aren’t turning yellow and a body order that still has an appeal
as for me – i need to bleed the blood of a thousand men
while gazing past crows feet into the eyes of a beautiful assassinif boredom wasn’t making my limbs so heavy i would just hit myself in the balls with a hammer
well, i should get some grit under my shoe and make my rounds
a little wind in my face would do me some good

