AGAIN

Another year gone by. This one was not anything to be proud of.

AIR PLANTS AT THE KALAKALA

In the empty spaces of my soul, there is a knocking.

RUNNING AMONG BREADCRUMBS...

So, I got a job the other week, at a bakery.

ON PYRAMIDS AND SHIT

From time to time, I write about shit.

A SONG I MADE

Hey everybody!

I wrote a song! I made a song! I sang a song!

PADDING AND FILLER

We are terrorized by the tyranny of the blank page.

WHERE THE HELL DID THESE MIDGETS COME FROM, AND WHAT ARE THEY DOING IN MY HOUSE?

There are children. Two of them. One boy and one girl. One is six. One is five. And they are... children.

MISTAKES

tried to right the wrongs
of the invisible
and imaginary

CONSPIRACY THEORY

Contrary
The Controversy conceived
Utterly believed
Deceived

INT

Whilist I am intwined
In the contours of love
Degrading seminaries sentimentally
Devouring my soul.

I yearn for a happy place
Beyond the wild waves
Where I can stop and sit and think
Just for a fucking minute.


A DAY ON THE HILL

Let me out among the battlements.
Let me out among the rocks.
Let me out among the solitude-
And let me hear how soldiers talk.

WE

We, the people.

We, the bastard childs of corporate monopoly and astride an invasive greed - which has invaded every level of our political infrastructure.

YAY BDAY

I have become charbroiled.

IT.

Thud, honk, beep, gong. IT’s the beat of the drum. It’s the tick of the clock. It’s the cockin’ back of the glock.

ANOTHER POEM? WHO IS THIS GUY, PELMINI?

By the way, there was never any poet named Pelmini. A pelmini is a type of dumpling that comes from Russia and other parts of Europe and Asia. They have meat inside of them and they are delicious. This is another poem. Enjoy.

A CHANGE OF HEART

As recently as yesterday, I was wallowing in my depression.

MY NECK

ANOTHER POEM? WTF!

Yes, this is another poem. My head is chalk-full of these fucking poems. They're all up in there like gray matter and fatty acids. So, here you go. See if you can figure out what kind of animal I am!

(You fucking hipsters. You're hopeless...)

HERMITITUDE

The dog's licking his balls again. Well, he's been fixed for quite some time so I have no idea what he's doing down there - but it annoys the hell out of me. Lot's of things annoy me these days.

HAVE YOU EVER...?

In response to The Daily Post's writing prompt: "Plead the Fifth."

Wordpress.com has asked me to add my thoughts to an ever-growing, ever-expanding cauldron of oozing discontent and hatred. The witch's brew has boiled over. I am inclined to share my thoughts, in my most cynical manner. The question set before me is this: What question do you hate being asked?