My 1663 at For Every Year

Love on the Rocks (Ain't no Big Surprise)

you, becoming
a lot like your father
me telling you, i cannot live with your father
us discussing nature monogamy physicality and making
changes
me, unable to find you two days later
or the next day,
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and eventually i
stop trying

A Poem About an Insignificant Thing That was Apparently Pinned Up Inside of Me But then Suddenly Came Out as Clear as a Whistle or as Clear as a Bell or Whatever is Clear

don't open the blinds then leave the room
fuck you

who does that?

My writing at Cormac McCarthy's Dead Typewriter

if someone was in a coma for four years and you told them they only slept for an hour, then, to them, that time never happened.


time doesn't even exist. It's a man made invention and it only exists as it is interpreted by people.

or time does exist but our method of telling time is man made

time dialation occurs because sound is a wave, effected by the speed of an object.

and also I love you

trop tôt dissoute dans les étoiles
comme si l'univers avait plus à voir ......

appreciate higher and lower scream/connect  with God/Jesus Christ if you feel like it./its a game! /right up your alley/ pure sugar combined with engrossing cliches

Really nice piece on me from Beach Sloth

Who Is Einstein (digit ratio, finger length | independent thinker)

All = the reality of time curving upon an Indiana tween who overcame Asperberger's

Astronomers + hope = Einstein once switched places with his chauffeur

The idea \"time in the world of wine + Benjamin Franklin = 2% of people"

Home → Elementary Einstein → Special relativity → Who has the Fish? Einstein. 

*Einstein has the fish.

life is too short to be any longer

the stage
a knocked down beehived soul-jazz diva with a heart that pumps diesel
10x more popular than a terrorist attack
140 Trillion Times substances and demons
a heroin cheezbrgr with a before & after picture crawling from table to table,
erratic booing and public behavior,
and a severe fan of 27 arrests.
Like Frank, she had a beautiful buzz and practicably drank the sky.
Dropping the mic

Amy Winehouse is dead in Camden.

it's a wonder that we survive the day

this is a ballad
this is a wet face
now this is a window
this is an area rug
this is a map
this is how disappointment feels
this is the smell of burning blacktop
the understanding of wall street trading
now microwave soba

this is a deadline
this, the sound of hornets
this is cold feet
now this is gridlock
again disappointment
this is a car loan
this is a crepe myrtle
those are poofy clouds

this is the sound of keys
this is a pregnancy test
this is a dream about Peter Tosh beating your ass
this is a diagnosis
this is how it feels to try not to wake someone at 6am
those are the shoes you just had to have
this is your best friend
this is reblogged

this is a stranger in a familiar place
the smell of hand sanitizer
this is how you picture me
this part is vague
this is near the end
those were someone's children
this is the thing you just know you forgot
followed by nothing

the shade (and the ease of the watchmaker)

tho they are quite loose

leeches are quite fond of sleeping in teacups
so she slipped them into her hands, then pockets
then her eyes


fell

picky enough to worry,
sometimes we stare out the window as quiet as Buddha taking everything


in

and unable to be torn from their hold.

Subject: hot! Weiner

con gress [n. kong-gris]— n
1. a meeting or conference, esp of representatives of a number of sovereign states
2. a national legislative assembly
3. a society or association
4. sexual intercourse

there is a picture
a picture of a man
he is a man of congress, a “congress man”

there are pictures on a mantle
behind the man in the picture
the first picture is a woman

this picture is his wife
she is leaning over a wooden barrel
in a studio with her hands folded under her chin

this picture feels betrayed
this picture is ashamed and embarrassed
this picture cannot believe what the picture of the man has done to their lives

the next picture is of a man
he is a man of precedent, a former “president”
this picture is shaking the hand of the man of congress

this picture feels the man’s pain
this picture understands the shame, regret and disappointment
that will alter the other picture, he hears the snickers

these pictures are framed

the man in the picture is holding a card
on the card the word “me” is written in black Sharpie
the card feels nothing

The Entire History of All AXE Commercials

bros!
s’fact that the sense memory
in which we have been characterized
to drench ourselves in body offenses and
branding strategies,
as we are trying to fill these dopes with Country Crock
and AXE body spray, providing
both “fetid, sugared-and-vague feelings of regret and manure/hamburger scents”
CLEAN YOUR BALLS & RAISE YOUR MOUTHHOLE
in a TV-addled-party call to musk-fried trough-style virtual mating girls!
it’s the top of the 9th inning for the nation’s date-rapists
& you’on deck son!

Let People Poems

My poems at Let People Poems

Tinywords

My words at Tinywords

Awake After Quake

 Very honored to have a poem of mine included in Awake After Quake

Dai-ichi by C.P. Harrison

Mmm...Love Poetry

mmm mmm mmm...

love poetry, where weak, abandoned women

are often described dragons because they are symbols of looking for some ice cream but Hubby already ate it!

So much love to give. So forgivably irritating, their spirit kept alive,

used to accompany chants, songs and stories

charming enough to make me frank hatch, w/ peter

What's greater than songs and stories? Nothing, my friend

two with guitars and one with a zither, everyone loves it."

Everything here makes me happy and sick, keep things the way they are.

First I was like: mmm.. plasmas.. boring.... and

then I was like.. plas. .....

I hesitate to judge if you're a “Loser in Love.”

BUT IT COULD MEAN LOVE

BECAUSE WHEN PEOPLE KISS THERE HEADS BECOME A HEART!

That's what you call a sticky American over a pounding beat

It is my birthday most of the time and I'm amazed and feel so blessed that I Wanna dig the scene.

'dorky' with love because it's the best feeling

 in the whole world and eeeeee!

Merely mmm?

mmm mmm mmm...

mmm mmm mmm mmmm...Toasty

To My Parents, Dave & Carol , For Always Teaching Me That I Can Do Anything

eating the extra glow
in a dimly lit dining room
a handprint in the foreground
forehead against the window
the cool glass against my skin
hearing Pachelbel's Canon played in E
and written in neon
scared of messing something up
and having no idea
what that something could be
nor it's colour
or width

An Excerpt From Dining on Humans

...covered in clouds of honey and very slow growing,
pairs of male and female gather in early summer when fully ripe,

widely cultivated for their red flesh, thick sweet-flavored skin enveloped in white blooms in the stars

they live in symbiosis with the horizon (the mountain being wrapped in fog)

The tongue warns us :
They may just be blobs of our imaginations

Novena of Our Lady Like Some of Houston

 (Mother of God), Queen Mother,
Madonna like some of Houston
 shrine to the noble small suburban Queen of Peace
who have created a first round playoff series 

to reconnect with the homeland 

right across the street from Dizzy-Dick
brought to you by your local God-Queen-Empress-of-the-Universe
God, Queen and country! Never Satan President Republic!
To Mary and all the family,
all the Apostles and all the wonderful staff
I humbly beseech you with words and style,
which are drastically needed.
where can i get help paying my bills?

His Name Speared on Tiny Swords

To what green altar, O
papaya, pineapple
in Red Light District
I obey the
Palm Road. I remember

the prayers he must say to
raisin-light, and mixed in
little piles of scrap
huge wads of cash
of this poor sacrifice

uttered by the Roman
people trying to prove
small wads of tissue
Medicine men
a virgin and a faggot

leaning against a pole,
What these represent are
the Israelites
One of my best
within them the more room

I cannot wait until
when Jesus touched his ear
at the Organic
MORBID ANGEL
(elder brother of Mose)

To those who are familiar
He takes 22000
Before that time, priests
sliding my hand
tie threads around a banyan

Priest of the holy lord
Long live the priest! His name
speared on tiny swords
and yes in flames
up in mysterious bags

Today I will wear nothing,
I woke up this farewell, thrown into mourning a jet-set lifestyle,
in London to American, kind of a blind spot for me.
Such sad news to wake up And I am telling myself
surrounded stormy personal life,
with her beautiful heart failure and international sex,
it seemed like she was always dying.
6 weeks in the care of her,
one of the 20th Century's only friend horrible!!!!!!!!!!
To me she is the epitome of
everyone from Rock Hudson
Reports say she died horrified at your lack of respect
confirmed she died
is dead
dead by foufou
dead on facebook
oh no, this is sad!! Zsa Zsa Gabor was watching
her White Diamond is no more! She has ceased to be!
failure at the age of 79. Seventy-nine. Seventy-nine!
Elizabeth Taylor Is Dead!