In my dream I could paint
the consequence more illustriousthan the originala glorious magnificent representation even I was shocked at theprecision of my depiction why was it youI chose to showmy fantastic achievement tois lost in my subconscious the circinate strokes were blacksurrounding a nucleic absenceset against an ominous backdrop I don’t knowwhy you were thereor whether you caredI don’t know […]
In my dreams I could draw
Man Pacing Around the Subway Station
I never cheated no one out of nothingI never cheated no one out of nothingI never cheated no one out of nothingI never cheated no one out of nothingI never cheated no one out of nothingI never cheated no one out of nothingI never cheated no one out of nothingI never cheated no one out […]
A scattered syzygistic symphony
Where in the world are we going?
To be or not to be.
I am, therefore I be.I be bein’.I be.I will not be.I don’t want to not be.I am scared of not being.I be scared of not being.I can’t not be,Otherwise I am not.I am.I am.Someday I will not.You are.I am.Now we are.Let’s be.Because someday we won’t be.
Isolation is unachievable
Isolation is unavoidableIf you remove yourself from a placeyou are not therebut you are alwayshereif you are standing on a rooftopand your alarm clock goes offdo you wake down? I want to feel foreign fabricsI want to obliterateI want to preserveI want to be able to seeeverythingwhen I close my eyes I hope I feeleverythingwhen […]
How I really feel about 18th century British Poetry
I really don’t fucking give a fucking rat shit about fucking Windsor fucking Forest by Pope. Fuck.
I cannot bring myself
to form a proper poemabout your irregular pap smearand the possibility of your contraction ofHPV.You’re scared.I’m scared.You’re more scared.Fuck.Fuck.Stay positive;comforting.Be comforting.Fucking shit.Hold it together.Hold on to eloquence.Need a drink.Need a smoke.No.Need to hold you close.It’s not about me.It’s not about me.But I’m here.I need to stay here.Need to stay okay.Need to be okay.Need to help […]
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eenjamb this linepaint a metaphorI just didrecognize the arbitrariness of wordsunderstand that utterance is not iconic of meaningplay a song in your headplay a song on this pagethis is upside downdn ǝpᴉsʇɥƃᴉɹ sᴉ sᴉɥʇI am omniscient in this notebookuntil you read itthen you take my omnipotencyand I am impotentuntil you take my hand