heart felt blunt words
In a polyethylene lawn chain,
Sitting.
Starring at at the pea stone gravel,
Until the stones darken and melt together.
All the while, smelling the smoke.
The Glorified health conscious nothingness.
Spider webs but no spiders.
A mechanically driven government operation.
Handing out brochures,
Coffee stained, and catching dust endlessly.
Buy lives,
on a lawyers desk.
Stare until the images blend together.
Stare until it becomes the world,
It becomes the world.
Do
You
Have
Sandal socks
Or
Did you
Just
Force your socks
To fit in
Your sandals ?
Hung on a Sunday,
Filing for a loan.
Sewing buttons back on pants,
Still afraid of the family dog.
Longing for ice cream on the steps of the general store.
Aesthetically pleasing 99 cent lollipops,
Unfinished hashbrowns.
A lettuce eating competition,
And stakes are high.
He bought her 100 McChickens.
Only to show his love,
Kosher.
And, she only ate four.
She left him sitting,
In the middle of his parents bed.
With ninety six leftover sandwiches,
And no one to share them with.
Two ex-convicts walk into Homesense,
Soft towels and hardened criminals.
Convicts have to purchase reasonably priced homewares too.
You have a two day old icing beard
Stop eating the expired cakes
Whatever detergent your mom uses is PHENOMENAL
Why does the word phenomenal have “men” in it
PHENOWOMANAL
Discarded retainer,
Its been a good six months Bessie.
Its not me
Its you.
Growing up without a mother.
FREE SCRAP METAL
That kitchen you always dreamed of
The three tiered mesh fruit basket in the centre, drawing energy
I am dipping my slightly charred pancakes into a tea I added too much sugar to
I release three confused tears out of my only working tear duct
Give it three years and your house will have burned
Too bad your husband made it out (don’t worry he died later)
Silently in the night
Three drawers in your refrigerator
Full of food you never got to taste
A baby of three years you never got to taste
Oh, sorry I mean never got to meet
The human condition,
conditions traditions.
Forces submission and capitalism.
What a charming revision.
The human condition,
lacks capitalism via punctuation.
For capitalism would imply grammatical celebration,
when indeed it’s definition reflects cannibalism.
The human condition,
is sad repetition.
Life and death played out in suburban subdivisions
The human condition,
drives youth to self inflicted incisions.
Suicide contemplations,
cases and cases of denaturation.
The human condition,
screams for detoxification,
or better yet,
extermination.
Rabid,
Drifting higher and higher.
Dark and fucked up,
Welcome bruises and blood.
Never able to live up to them.
Preying in the night,
At the end of my bed.
Stains you can never get out,
Club soda.
Drown me.
Preying in the night,
And foaming at the mouth.
I never finish my thoughts.
Submerged.
Starrfishing 