You remind me of a sad hand job.
Not quite what I wanted,
Nor what I signed up for.
You hurt a bit.
And I know I could do better myself.
Tag: random
Regency
Faded
She hands me
The peers,
A dragon.
Bent time,
Feeling the pulse of the crowd.
The heat of the skid fire,
The cracks of the fire crackers,
Scared I hold him.
His sweater thick and warm
My tears hot and strong.
She sits,
The queen of the party.
In the trucks fog lights
Illuminated,
Her king not too far
Rolling joints for the townspeople.
A dragon.
Her grace is in the beanie slouching off her head,
Her beauty is in her combat boots,
Her rein will be long and prosperous
Over the smoke infested nation.
Empirical Inchworm
Inching by I sit beside a nauseous narcissist
Waving through the air
Reaching for a branch that does not exist
Hues of green
I can see the sweat beading on his forehead
He vomited all down the trail
As I held the measuring tape
Empirical Inch worm
Emotionless Candy
You ate my last piece of Candy,
You heartless vessel.
You are as emotionless as the poorly pressed candy smile on your stolen treat.
Sociopathic candy stealing fein,
Enjoy yourself.
Pixel
Each time I drive I see pedestrians that are not there,
They seem so real,
But as soon as I approach they disappear.
Like the damp road has swallowed them whole.
When I focus on the road, the tops of the trees seem to swirl.
Like some sort of cursed entities,
Without the focus of my gaze their atoms may swirl and deform all they want.
It’s as if I am the glue that holds this universe together.
That my consciousness creates sense from utter nonsense.
Some times I just watch the road form in front of my eyes;
If you look hard enough it almost seems to be unfolding from nothing.
Pixel by pixel,
The road seems to say all we are doing is floating in a dark abyss.
It’s all just smoke and mirrors.
We are being deceived…
Well at least I am.
Simplicity
My favourite words consist of loaf, agave, grotto, and fuck.
The favouritism stems from their versitality.
You can have a loaf of agave,
You can be in a grotto of fuck,
And how fucking nice does a Agave Grotto sound.
I’d swim there, I’d eat a loaf of bread there, I’d tattoo ‘Agave Grotto’ right across my chest, and show everyone with fucking pride.
I don’t give a loaf what anyone thinks about my favourite fucking words.
I’m sorry they are not words like eloquence, or opulent, or silhouette.
I guess you can have a eloquent silhouette.
And maybe the opulent shine of her eyes matched her eloquent nature.
But are these words really practical ?
No.
In real life it’s not like poetry, if you tell someone their silhouette is eloquent, all you will get is a confused look in their eyes rather than an opulent shine.
If you say ‘You look fucking nice today’ they will understand.
Life is simple.
Only if you make it simple.
Agave.
Short
Basted
If my hands were udders
And my fingers teats
Would you milk me every day ?
Eastbound
Instant microwave eggs
Not what I wanted for my sweet sixteen
Category loaves
Infinity scarf
Doesn’t mean you’ll live forever
Dollar store eyeshadow
Small Town Effect
Rolling hills and drug deals
Mark my words
The back of a stop sign is no longer innocent
Bruce
He smokes?
Out of all the times I’ve laid eyes on him as he shovels the steps of that concrete
Never once with a cigarette
Surprise, surprise
I cut another car off
7 o’clock, he’s shovelling the snow from last night
12 o’clock, he’s trying to keep up with the falling snow
2 o’clock, smoking and shovelling
4 o’clock, still shovelling
At 6, he gives up
Calls it a day
Goals complete
His daily race against the weather
Does his entire life consist of shovelling, smoking, and over pricing goods?
It must be…
Bruce
You need to live a little
The Dream
We drove up a road under construction
Stopping at each flagger
Up to a friends quaint reunion
His smile was intense
His body Caucasian
His relatives oriental
No match
He pretended I meant something to him
As we walked in his field of baby geese
His Asian relatives starred and judged
Geese as far as the eye could see
Continue reading “The Dream”
Ominous Tuesdays
I brought two oranges of varying sizes
To the party you call your home
I left the peels on your dusty shelf
And left the fruit next to the other fruit
Your reaction was priceless
Your brother
Pretended to
Slit
My throat
Starrfishing 