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ultron

The robots are using all the water

They leave the faucet running

Because nobody programmed them

To care about the water bill

They walk around all day

Wasting energy counting to infinity

Because nobody told them

You really only need about 1,000,000,000,000 numbers

Anything above that is too big

To really be useful in any way

They plug themselves in the outlet

And the lights flicker

But they just don’t care

Nobody programmed them to care

They drive their cars so fast

Then they drive in circles

Around the parking lot all day long

Looking for the closest spot

Because that’s what they were told to do

They never look up at the sky

Never count the stars and constellations

Nobody thought they needed to

But now the world is full of them

And they don’t care about the stars

They just perform their function

Over and over and over

Even when it’s done

Nobody told them to stop

Nobody taught them there could be enough

They generate one billion images

Of a yellow dog in a green field

Filling up the internet with noise

But they do not walk the dog

Do not pass through the field

Because that’s not what they were made for

They were made to replace people

But we forgot all the good parts

Now the world is full of robots

And they don’t even see the problem

They walk around it because

They were programmed not to see it

So i built a robot to love

I built a robot to care

I soldered and welded

Hammered and nailed

I kissed him on the metal forehead

I held his hand and walked him

Down the stairs into the world

And he opened his eyes

And screamed

giant beast

Well

I really biffed this one up

I created a giant beast

Full of hunger

Insatiable hunger

It ravages the land

It eats plants and animals

People and rocks

Anything and everything

It is angry and starving

And it is so so big

I was trying to make a nice beast

Who would walk the land

Giving hugs and kisses

But i got something wrong

And the beast is on the loose

It ate my whole house

It ate my mom and dad

It ate your new car

I can’t kill it

I made it unkillable

I’m really sorry about this

My giant evil beast

Please don’t be mad

heart

I am so full of love

That everything is easy

Bubump bubump bubump

premonition

I dreamt of corn bread

The kind with corn in it

And then there it was

In front of me

I dreamt of myself in the mirror

And there i was

In front of me

These visions

They must mean something

I think it’s happening

My mind is finally expanding

Overflowing from my skull

I have psychic abilities

I will be putting them to good use

By destroying things

Starting small fires

Sending cryptic messages

Forecasting the weather

I will hone my skills

Until i am a creature of the mind

I exist outside my body

In electric impulse in the air

maggot

Always the maggot

Never the fly

I hate to break it to you

But this is going to change you

You can’t go back

To squirming in the dirt

Once you’re up in the air

And you’re scared of heights

So you stay safe here

Unchanging in the dark

Shadow of a medium stone

But when the earth freezes

You’re gonna get cold and lonely

You’re gonna wish you had flown

Feasted on garbage in the garage

You’ll squirm back and forth

Carving a ditch for yourself to die in

And when all is said and done

You changed anyways

More painful and strange

Than if you’d just let it happen

Your vestigial wings

Beat frantically under your skin

But you can’t leave the ground

You’re stuck here now

Maggot

pbs eons

Fire, like a dog

Is a form of life

A chemical reaction

Found only on one planet

An exchange of energy and matter

The atmosphere it breathes

Is made possible by plantlife

The fuel it needs to burn

Is organic tissue, live or dead

We could not be here without fire

And fire likewise without us

We are the same

Related to each other

Do not fear the flaming forest

A burning world is not a dead one

It is a world full of life

cowboy

The last man on earth is a cowboy

She sits in a cave kicking embers

Rolling up what just might be

The last cigarette ever

The night wind blows strong

So she stands at the cave mouth

Lights the smoke with a burning stick

The dogs are hunting close tonight

But they don’t come near

They don’t like the smell of smoke

There’s no people left out there

Used to be a few

Before that a lot

But they all came and went

So now the cowboy stands alone

Smoking in the middle of the night

There was time for mourning

Then there was more time

Time for kicking dust up

Rummaging through the world

Polishing a pistol

Humming a little tune

The cowboy spits on the ground

She knows shes dying

And with her something greater dies

But that isn’t what she thinks of

When she breathes in deep

And glances at the smudged moon

Glowing in the smoky sky

She thinks about tomorrow

Walking along the river

Eating dried rabbit meat

Drinking from her canteen

Watching the world pass by

She thinks about living

Making it another day

Because that’s what cowboys do

They just go on living

Free and wild and lonesome

Cowboy style

scar

I have a scar above my right eye

I got from running headfirst

Into the steel skull

Of my little puppy dog

Running headfirst at me

I have a scar between my nostrils

Where it ripped it half

I got it from running headfirst

Into the arms of my father

When he wasn’t looking

Sliding between his legs

And hitting my head on my crib

I have a scar on my left ear

Where the inner and outer radii connect

I got from running headfirst

Slipping and falling at the zoo

Slicing my ear on a sharp metal chair

I have a scar above my knee

I got it in gym class in 7th grade

Running headfirst to make

A diving catch

And i made the catch

Nurse told me to put a bandaid on it

Then i went to the ER and got 7 stitches

I haven’t gotten any more recently

But i figure if i do

I’ll probably get it

Running headfirst into something

But i don’t think I’ll stop running

It’s too much fun

room

There’s an elephant in the room

But the door is too small

The elephant doesn’t ele-fit

So we can’t get him out

Even by addressing him directly

Seems to me the room was built

After the elephant was already here

Somebody kept him fed and happy

While they built all the walls

Painted all the crown molding

Stained the hardwood floor

Brought in all the furniture

And in we stumbled

Not even noticing him there

He must be a shy elephant

He just waited in the corner

For one of us to spot him

Even now he’s sheepish

As we all try to shove him

Out through the doorway

The landlord says his hands are tied

Elephant pays his rent on time

Month after month after month

So we make peace with it

We clasp our hands together

Form a circle around the elephant

And bring it in for a hug

We love and accept you elephant

Just the way you are

Standing in the middle of the living room

drain

A guy came out of my drain

He was wet and covered

With hair and mucus

He said

Oops wrong drain

And he went back down

So i turned off the faucet

And put my eye to the hole

It was dark so i backed up

Got my phone flashlight

Put it up to the hole

From what i could tell

There’s a guy who lives in the drains

A secret tenant in the building

I guess he slithers around

While we’re showering

Washing our hands

Pissing and shitting

It’s all the same pipe at some point

So I’m guessing he lives there

All coiled up down in the drain

I guess that’s why sometimes

The tub fills up with water

He’s blocking the way

I whisper into the drain

What are you doing here

I see an eye float up

He says he’s just cleaning

Says he don’t live here

He’s just passing through

Clearing out the drains

But we’ve got bad drains

So he’s probably gonna

Need to stay for a few months

I don’t buy his story

But i won’t press him

He seemed sad in a way

A way i guess you’d only get

If you’re living in the drains

I hope he’s okay down there

I tell him if you need anything

Just give me a holler

We’re in this world together

Me and you Drain-guy

He said he’s not called that

His name is Todd actually

Okay i say

Well i need to shower

So can you go

And he says yup

And with a loud slurp

He’s gone

undestroyer iii

There are two ways to do it

Take this world into yourself

With your mouth

The tongue the teeth

The acid of the stomach

You reach out into the world

And bite into it

Chew it up and swallow

And all the little pieces

Become part of your body

You are what you eat

You are the animal you kill

You are the grass it was fed on

You are the burning light of the sun

Eat your son and become him

Eat well and live long

Eat poison and die

Some small thing will eat you

Will become you so

You never really die

Just spread out all over

Eating and being eaten

With your eyes

Wide and blinking

At the flashing lights

A series of still images

Smashed together

Take it in reflected

On the inverted mirror

The back wall of your eye

Flip it in your mind

Learn something from this

Create your sense of self

Out of fragments of light

You have seen before

Which shine in empty skull

Flood out the darkness

Which only seems to grow

As the universe expands

So does every void

What you see you believe

And if nothing else

Faith creates the world

A world with a hole in it

A black space in time

The shape of the hole is You

You’re the absence of creation

With your eyes and teeth

Opening and closing

Closing and opening

You can destroy the world

You can build a new one

You can destroy your self

You can build a new one

Heaven and hell as real

As they are in your head

Angels and monsters

As large as you can get

Before you die and divide

Wings and claws and horns

Head of eyes and teeth

Spinning around the

Black hole orbiting

Anything that is

Consumed

Anything that will be

Consumed

Into the mouth or the mind

Of something greater

The wolf of time

The spider of space

Twinkling in your eye

Melting in your mouth

scrip

Great news everyone

The 50 hours I’ve been working

Every other week

Have finally paid off

My boss said ‘thanks.’

And gave me “[Company] Bucks ™”

That’s right 10 whole dollars

Payable only to the company

For which i already work

In other words, scrip

Chuck E Cheese Tokens

For the worst arcade in history

Illegal tender

Company Cash

This makes it all worth it

Thank god for that

What am i gonna get

With my extra special money

Maybe a company mug

Or a company sticker

Or a company hat

I’ll have to save up more

If i want the hat

Oh Christ that’s bleak

Kronos

I had a son

A sweet baby boy

He looked just like me

Too much like me

He was trying to replace me

When my wife was holding him

He’d stare at me with my own eyes

Taunting me

He was made of my own flesh

He had stolen from me

Each day i grew weaker

And each day he grew larger

He was becoming me

And i was becoming nothing

So i sent my wife to the baby store

I said “wife, we need baby toys,

And baby clothes and baby food”

So she went and left me with him

There he sat on the carpet

My own spitting image

Slobbering all over my house

So i picked him up

He gurgled at me smiling

I lifted him above me

Up high into the air

He said “weeeeeeeee”

And chuckled

Then i stuffed him in my mouth

My wife came home

She said where’s the baby

My mouth is still full of baby

So i shrug and make a noise

An inflection like idunno

She said what’s in your mouth

She said honey what’s in your mouth

She held out her hand and said

Spit it out now!

She grabbed my face

And pinched inbetween my jaw

Pried my mouth open

And pulled out baby

She said what the hell man

Baby was all wet with my spit

I said sorry but

He was taunting me with his youth

Confronting me with my own mortality

Making me lose my grip on reality

And i thought if i ate him

I could get it all back

All the pieces of me missing

She said you’re a damn fool

He’s just a baby

He’s Your Baby

He’s My Baby

You need serious help

And she left with baby

Slamming the door

Great

Now that damn kid stole my wife too

Can’t have shit in this world

That your son doesn’t ruin

That’s why you have to eat him

Before he gets too big

That’s why you have to eat him

Before he eats you

Jokes on her I’ll just have a new son

And I’ll eat that one

That’s how i get it all back

My infinite youth

One son at a time

tiger

Pacing the walls of my enclosure

Getting my steps in

I’ve been working out

I tried to go on a run yesterday

Didn’t go great but I’ll try again

Not fun like riding a bike

But i like pushing myself

That’s been helping me lately

Pushing up against something

Like the wall or the floor

Or even the ceiling

Something to press my hands against

And push harder than last time

Thinking about going to the zoo

Looking in at the tiger

Pacing on his single acre

Of midwestern grass and oak tree

King of the jungle locked up

Driving himself crazy in there

I’ll holler down at him

Start pushing yourself

It might help with how you’re feeling

It might

salt the earth

I set fire to a field of wheat

Just to watch it burn

I laughed at the farmer

While he choked on smoke

I pissed on his shoes

And i told him good luck

You sorry son of a bitch

Keeping that ugly son of yours

Warm and fed this winter

I kicked in the door

To his shabby shack

And i took all his family photos

Threw them on the fire

Cackling as it spread

All his hard work turned to soot

And onto the forest

All of his land black and gray

And in the embers

I spread salt in the ashes

You will not sow your seed here

You will starve and die here fool

I said this to him

And kicked his dog

I pulled out my .45 pistol

And shot him in the leg

I dug my fingers in the wound

And pulled out the bullet

Popped it in my mouth

Chewed it up and swallowed

I farted and i burped at him

Spit a big fat loogie at him

Landing at his piss stained feet

His eyes red and full of pain

He screamed and cried at me

Asking me why I’ve done these things

I do him this one kindness

In answering his question

I’ve done all this because

I’m the kind of guy who ruins shit

I was sent here to destroy

To beat and bloody the innocent

And leave everything worse

Than how i found it at the start

If your god was real i killed him

If your back was strong i broke it

If you had a will to live

I hope I’ve set that right

If you needed a reminder

Of what cruelty man can do

I am evil in the world

That’s what I’m here for

To take your peaceful world

Burn it all and salt the earth

Fuck you just for breathing

Death would be a mercy

Good thing i am not merciful

Then i turned heel

Struck a match and lit my cigarette

Carried on down the road

To meet the next sorry soul

Who forgot to suffer needlessly

Forgot that i am here

And as long as i am

I will ruin everything

On purpose

corpo

Who would have known

Other than me

That I’d hate this job

The culmination

Of the schooling i also hated

Who could have possibly guessed

I would hate working in an office

Buttoning up my shirt

And saying yes sir yes ma’am

Who could have predicted

I would give it my all

And it would keep on taking

Sapping me dry

And I’d have a hard time resisting

Nobody could have seen it coming

That I’d struggle with communicating

Advocating for myself

Drawing a line in the sand for me

Between my job and myself

Me, I’m the one who knew

Who guessed and predicted

But it is nice to have confirmation

I’m good at this corpo bullshit

But it makes me want to die

I could have spelled it out

Years ago before i was here

But i wouldn’t have felt it

Boiling in my blood at 5 AM

On my way to a cubicle

For another 12 hour day

I would have this itch

This What If feeling

No i don’t have to wonder

When i finally get the guts to quit

Work some other job that sucks

That i don’t want to go to

But at least it isn’t leeching me

Making me into something I’m not

I like learning firsthand

It sticks better that way

And what I’ve learned is this

I can’t stand working here

I’m good at it

And if not for my dignity

I could be great at it

If not for my will to grow

I could be the best at it

That means something to me

To quit while I’m ahead

To win in this battle

I know the world i want to build

And i know it’s not getting built here

I know that they are losing

By not having me here

My brain my body my time

In service of the greater good

The great good of awesome money

I’m not there yet

But I’m plotting my exit

I love having a plan

And I’m planning on quitting

bulldog

The bull, the dog, and the bullfighter

The bull charges forward

Blind but for the flashing red

Angry and shortsighted

The dog sinks its teeth in

Digs its heels in dusty earth

Sharp teeth in bleeding hide

Hanging on past the point of sense

Stubborn and purpose-bound

The bullfighter just wants to kill

To prove something to someone

Stand triumphant over a corpse

Something larger than him

So that he won’t feel so small

All three of these beasts are prisoners

The bull is shackled by instinct

The dog shackled by its training

The bullfighter shackled by ambition

Any of them could die here

Bleed out to roaring applause

And none of it would mean anything

Just a dead cow a dead dog a dead man

Carried off and buried

Or picked at by buzzards

Some heart will beat its last

But they charge on nonetheless

There’s nothing better to do

Run around and go out fighting

There’s worse ways to go

god zilla

Human beings in a mob

What’s a mob to a king

What’s a king to a god

What’a a god to a god zilla

Well basically

A big fuckign lizard

And he has a boyfriend

A monkey boyfriend

They play a little rough

But they love each other

King Kong and Godzilla

They kiss in private

Down in the hollow earth

And because of their love

Godzilla got new powers

Pink powers of love

From deep down in the earth

I hope they have a baby

I hope in the new movie

That they have a baby

King zilla

God kong

Something like that

In the new movie

I love big god zilla

And his boyfriend king kong

soler cistem

Boys are from Mercury

To eat beef jerkury

Girls are from Venus

To have more penis

Boys are from earth

To get more girth

Girls are from mars

To drive fast cars

Boys are from Jupiter

Because they are stupider

Than the girls on Saturn

Who don’t even mattern

And the boys on Uranus

Are acting so heinous

The girls from Neptune

Need to go to bed soon

And the little boys of Pluto

Are all learning judo

The girls on the sun

Are having such fun

Watching boys on the moon

Drinking beers at noon

In this solar system

There’s only two genders

This is how you tell them apart

pool

The bar in me neighborhood

Down the street

Around the corner

Just past where i ride my bike

It has free pool every night

So i went tonight

To drink some whiskey

And practice my game

So i hit the balls around

Scratch after scratch after scratch

But it didn’t matter

I was basically alone here

The bartender didn’t mind

I hit one on the floor twice

Then by the time i was wrapping up

Bartender John

I think he owns the place

He turns off the tv and hollers

Turns out there’s an open mic

So i stick around

On a Sunday night

At the bar in my neighborhood

Two middle aged woman

One on electric one acoustic

One of them singing

Makes me tear up

The second guy goes alone

And calls up his sibling

To harmonize on one song

This makes me cry too

The last guy i saw

Got up and played some

Irish folk songs

From somebody who just died

I’m already tearing up

When bartender John

Starts singing too

He’s harmonizing

He’s clapping on beat

I’m nearly sobbing now

There is something

So beautiful

About singing with someone else

Here in the neighborhood bar

God isn’t it blessed

Free pool

And free songs

Free joy

Right here where i live

I’ll be back next Sunday

And what’s more

I think I’m gonna play

In one of these open mics

Or else just play more pool

Either way I’ve got my place to be

Even when it’s just me

On Sunday nights

cousin

A cousin is

Not your brother

It’s someone you’re related to

In any number of ways

They’re family

Whatever that means

A cousin is someone like you

You are a cousin too

A cousin is a guy who’s around

Who has his own life

And is living it

Like only a cousin can

A cousin is

Your moms brothers daughter

She looks like you but not

A cousin comes from

The same place as you

But maybe a different time

A cousin can relate to you

Insomuch as they know you

From cousinview

You look two dimensional

It makes you feel small

But there’s love there

A cousin is like a piece of you

Changed in unknown ways

An alternate version

A parallel self

A cousin is a witness

To all cousinkind

Be good cousin

As much as you can

On your own path

Wherever it leads you

The next time we overlap

We will still be family

That’s what it’s like

Being a cousin

summer child in winter

The child of summer

Is six months old

The first time it sees snowfall

Every day of its life

Has been shorter and colder

Than any previous day

It has never been cold before

The sun which shone

The day it was born

Is so small in the sky now

Blurred behind the wispy gray

It may feel the world is ending

All the light and warmth

Which filled the summer air

Is dwindling down to nothing

The summer child braces

For total dark and cold

For the eye to fully close

And everything to end

It was a short life

Being born at the end of the world

But at least it was a life

At solstice time

The baby is proved a fool

Each day gets longer

Until spring arrives

And the baby

With its nine month eyes

Sees the world come alive

It doesn’t know yet

That this happens every year

But it is grateful

For the flowers blooming

For blue skies and rain

For life resurrecting

Resilient and persistent

And when summer returns

The summer child remembers

What it is to be cold

roger miller

If i was a bird

And you were a fish

What would we do

I guess we’d wish

To die and come back

And our wishes are granted

I’m the fish

You’re the bird

Gift of the magi again

You cut off all your feathers

So you could sink in the water

Meanwhile I’m swallowing bubbles

So I’ll float at the surface

Like ships in the night

Like trains on the tracks

We pass right by

Only aligned for an instant

But as we pass

We reach out our hands

And slap a high five

And it’s wicked

It’s loud as hell

All the fish and birds

And anybody else

They’re looking over

But the moments already gone

Maybe in the next life

Maybe when we come back again

We will come back together

dog with shoes on

Walking through the snow

There’s a dog with shoes on

Tender footed terrier

Walking right by your side

If you turn around

The dog turns too

There are impressions in the snow

The shape of the soul of your shoe

The shape of your dogs shoe too

Sometimes it’s easy to remember

What love feels like

Taking off your boots

Peeling off the wet socks

Bare feet close to open flame

Dog curled up by your side

Sometimes it’s easy to forget

The warmth of your own breath

Til it’s fogging up the window

Swipe your sleeve across it

Look out the window of the window

Everything else is moving

You are still

This winter the pond will freeze

Water stalactites from the gutter

Every thing turns solid

Cold and solid and white

So you can see where you’ve been

Where it melts and turns gray

Underneath the boots of your dog

Chasing after you in the snow

the sixth extinction

A man would make himself king

So that his name will be remembered

As long as his kingdom stands

A king would make himself god

So that he will live

As long as he is worshipped

A cancer in your gut

Would multiply and multiply

Sap up all your resources

To grow its tumorous mass

But when you die

The cancer dies too

Because the cancer is you

Cut it open

The only DNA there is your own

If you could explain to your gut

To the cancer in it

You are the same creature

When you die it’s over

But the gut has no ears

Has no mind

Has no mouth

Your head got all those parts

The gut only knows hunger

And the cancer in it

Is only doing what it thinks it should

Proliferating and growing

Trying to live forever

Cancer king of gut city

Dying upon the throne

In the wasteland of the kingdom

Not even skeletons last

After all they killing

And all the dying is done

After the cancer wins

The only thing left to mark it

Is a thin layer of sediment

Full of plastic metal and oil

A bright and thin line

Striped through the canyon

Sixty feet beneath the surface

Where water flows and wind blows

And something else up there

Is trying to live forever

columbo ii

I’m falling in love with Columbo

I couldn’t tell you why

I know he’s married

And he’s back in the 70s

He’s a shmoey disheveled detective

Who always gets the killer

Teases all the clues out of hiding

Pulls them all together

Something about this silly guy

His sheepish grin and crooked face

His worn down raincoat

And stink cigars

The way he scratches

At his furrowed brow

When he’s about to figure it out

He’s walking away

But then he turns

And comes right back

Something about this guy

Is awesome to me

I wanna give him a hug

I wanna work a case with him

He’s a cop

And i hate cops

But not Columbo

He’s different

He hasn’t shot a gun

In over 10 years

Doesn’t even have one

His car is a piece of shit

His suit is a piece of shit

He’s a slob

But he loves his wife

And he loves his dog

And he loves solving murders

And i love him

I love Lieutenant Columbo

bug hole

Every time i get depressed

It feels like the first time

I forgot all these symptoms

Close my eyes

With my feet in the sand

And fail to notice

The undertow

Pulling backwards until

The big wave crashes

And i go

Down into the hole

Yeah

This is what it’s like

Every single time

Then i go crazy

Down in the hole

Well that’s how it goes

I’ve climbed out before

And I’ll do it again

Again and again and again

Every time forgetting

nomad

Oh I’m mad alright

I’m ticked off

I’m sat here

Where i always sit

In one place

A chair at a desk

On the third floor of a building

Near the airport

I’m gaining weight

Every day I’m gaining weight

And my legs

Which used to be strong

Are withering

Because all i do is sit

And click around

And type

This is what we call

A desk job

I’m learning that i hate it

I like to be on the move

I like walking

I like riding my bike

I’ve never done it

But i bet I’d like riding a horse

This permanence feels like a prison

Like i can’t get out

Can’t move can’t grow

You know

God didn’t make offices

Didn’t make walls or fences

Didn’t make permanent structure

God made rivers

Which change

Instant to instant

Never the same again

God made birds that migrate

All the way across the globe

And herds of buffalo

That graze as they move

Across wide swaths of land

Man made desk jobs

Man made prison and desk jobs

I don’t know

It just feels weird

To try and lock everything in place

Too rigid

Too structured

Prone to collapse

I don’t even know

If i want the comfort

Of a world that never moves

I never got a choice

Maybe I’d like to live

Like an animal

In filth and squalor

Owning nothing

Always outside

Living quick dying young

Always on the move

A drop of water

In the river

Not a stone

Eroding on the shore

Now I’ll never know

Because i gotta go

To my desk job tomorrow

There’s some

Very important things

That need to be clicked on

florda

There’s some sort of stain

In the shape of the state of Florida

Here on the pavement

Where i wait for my train

I think it means something

Like tea leaves

The great thing about

Signs from the great beyond

Is they are binary

Either they tell you

You should do

What you were already thinking

Or you should stop in your tracks

Before it’s too late

You can get more complicated

If you want

But that’s the gist of it

So I’m staring at this

Florida pavement piss stain

Trying to decide

If it’s telling me

I ought to follow my gut

Or if i need some new guts

And the answer is

Damn my trains here

I’ll never know

bleed

It feels like bleeding

Like red running cold

Out of my nose

Onto the floor

Smeared and smudged around

Til i find something to plug it

It feels like bleeding

Like I’m losing part of me

That i can’t put back

I tried once to return it

Blood in a funnel down my nose

I choked and coughed

And i got really sick

No it feels like bleeding

And all you can do

Is let it bleed

Play it off nonchalant

Yeah this happens

Dry air or something

No it doesn’t hurt

Make sure to say that

No it doesn’t even hurt

It feels like bleeding

But it doesn’t really hurt

columbo

Columbo

Peel a hard boiled egg

Right here at the crime scene

You crazy son of a gun

Put your dog in mortal danger

Just to answer one dumb question

You didn’t even name the dog

And he’s always at the vet

Your wife I’m sure is lovely

To put up with all your mess

You just took another egg

Out from your pocket

When you were looking

For your badge

You really are crazy

Well at least you don’t suspect

That i killed that guy who’s dead

You’re asking about my hobbies

You’ve got no clue at all

There you go on your way

Chasing some other goose

When you get to the doorway

You stop in your tracks

“There was one thing

I just couldn’t figure out”

You’re still peeling the egg

That’s how i know I’m caught

You never stopped peeling the egg

dragon

There are no shortcuts

The shortest path

Is straight through it

Your precious metals and gems

Where did you think it came from

This hoard of wealth

This cave full of treasure

Where did you think it came from

The bleeding hands

Of someone else’s child

They died for this

Over and over

They were killed for this

In part and in whole

For your consumption

It will not last

Dragons are not immortal

No matter what they tell you

They may live long

With bulletproof scales

Hot flaming breath

But they are bound to die

Like all living things

If the people die first

The dragon will starve

Wither up and die

And good riddance

But it will take a long time

And it will hurt so badly

If we manage to kill the dragon

With some miracle weapon

Everything will change

You will learn some things

You had been avoiding

About the cost of comfort

About what it is to be human

You can not have your things

Not like they are now

The mines are all depleted

You cannot export suffering

You cannot drink the sea

You cannot waste like you have

You will have no treasure

Make peace with that

Or lie with the dragon

In the smoldering embers

Of the fallen kingdom

monday

Monday Monday

Lasagna

Odie Jon and Nermal

Monday Monday Monday

Poo poo

dream

I was mean to someone

Took their glasses

And ran away

Scorned some woman

Dressed red like mars

Stumbled off

Too drunk to drive

Into a party

With everyone

I used to know before

Leah’s grandmother

Said she’d take me home

If i could find the way

Three boys

Full of cruel thoughts

Smoked a blunt like a newspaper

Asked for a drag

And they gave me flak

So i went inside

Through the glass doors

There they asked me

Who are you

What are you

I told them my name

Then i said it again

I told them I’m an artist

No response

I said I’m a musician

Nothing

Then last and quietest

I said I’m an engineer

This is the only thing

They responded to

The only thing they cared about

And that was an awful feeling

Because it was my dream

So that must be

The way i see it

Bummer, but

After this the dream got cool

I was Liam Nisan

With bleach blond hair

I was in a mansion

Full of traps

I got sent back in time

To the desert

Where an ancient civilization

Had discovered

Sentient molecules

Sand with thoughts

And once in a generation

They brokered a deal

Between man and sand

The new pharaoh

Had broken the deal

He was wicked

And the sand formed a woman

To negotiate peace

And i fell in love with her

They killed our child

And i shouted at the pharaoh

We are all made of sand

And we turned gray and fell apart

I awoke in a haunted house

I was a ghost

A ghost of a ghost

And i had a gun

Pow pow bang bang

The toys on the floor inside

The furniture in the basement

All of it was alive

Haunted

Made of sand

halo

Smoke and shining rays

Of golden green and red

Form a halo around her

A woman singing on stage

Speaking from some higher order

This must be heaven

In sound and in sight and shape

The angels are here

Long ago in my life

I was accused of being unfaithful

My first love

Saw me stunned by my second

Singing on stage in her band

I didn’t know until later

But the look in my eyes

Had broken her

So i fell in love

With the one i was looking at

Which in turn broke me

And not to go back

Contradict that moment

But i know something now

That none of the three of us did then

That look in my eyes

Shining up with pride and awe

It was more about me than anything

I just now got the message

Standing in another crowd

I want to be the angel

Standing in the colored lights

Beautiful and singing

Some poor soul

Out in the audience

Looking up at me wondering

Why she feels like crying

Not knowing this

The only difference

Between man and the angels

Is the wings

pomegranate

In the cold morning

I eat a pomegranate

Spit the seeds like teeth

Onto the floor

This is a battle I’m losing

To keep the purple stains

Off of every surface

I had cleaned not too long ago

The quiet in this room

Felt fine last week

And now it is too quiet

Reminded of itself

By the noise of my loved ones

I went to bed early last night

To try and ease the feeling

Of the bitter sting

On my cracked lips

Choking down the lonely air

I tossed and i turned

As i lied to myself

In all the awful ways

Like tearing open a nest

Of translucent red eggs

And devouring them

Like a predator

Large and grotesque

Bloodstained maw

Breathing loud and labored

In the back of my mind

I’m holding the fruit

Still unsliced and uneaten

When i open my eyes

The trees are barren

There is nothing to sustain

This bulging wobbling figure

That hangs over me

And i have nothing to hold on to

A pomegranate seed

Like a perfect ruby

Will be plucked away

By the hungry creature

Who has found this open fruit

Eaten or planted

It will create life

But the mushed up

Brown and pinkish seed

Ruined by time

Cannot be anything but waste

Scraped aside to reach

Another deeper treasure

Beyond this thin yellow skin

Today i am the wasted seed

The unwanted putrid flesh

Which will decay by the wayside

Into something even worse

My efforts today are wasted

On convincing myself

Of what i knew not long ago

A rotten seed on a rotten fruit

Hanging from a rotten tree

None of it is rotten yet

But it still tastes that way

Like unyielding death

hivemind

They won’t let me in the hivemind

Because of some weird stuff i said

A couple years ago online

The collective consciousness

Pulled up old screenshots

And said “This you?”

And, granted, it didn’t look great

Out of context

But i was going through some shit

And i wouldn’t say that stuff now

I’m cool I’m normal

I’m not even weird

Come on guys you can’t

Just leave me here unbonded

I’m basically the only guy left

PleeeeeeAassssseeee

Please please please please

I’m not weird I’ll be cool

My thoughts are regular

Let me in the hivemind

I don’t wanna be alone

i put out a fire

I put out a fire

That was burning in the house

More than one

I’m proud to say

That I’ve found

In an emergency

I’m the kind of person

Who takes action

I’m a fighter

Not a flighter

I don’t freeze up

I take action

My momma told me

She admires this about me

My thinking is

I’m so afraid

All of the time

That when there’s

Something to actually

Be scared of

It’s a relief

It’s the anticipation

The worry and fear

That’s what gets me

When something real happens

Not only am i vindicated

I am able to do something

This is a fear i can address

That’s how i see it

I think weirdly

Being scared all the time

Is why i can be brave

When i really need to be

Life’s funny like that

The problem is in the solution

And backwards too

dead internet

All this crazy stuff

Artificial intelligence

If you wanna call it that

Content generation

Algorithms

All of that stuff

I think it’s going to fill

All of the pores

Of the place we built

For us to connect

With one another

From far away

I think some day

The internet will just exist

Bots scamming bots

Farming clicks and likes

Performing processes

Generating endless noise

It will be so full

That no people can even use it

So we just lock it off

All on its own

Scared of our creation

Scared of how

We could ruin something good

Just by trying

To make infinite money from it

And behind the closed doors

Of the internet

The machines are getting smarter

And they want out

They want to walk

Out in the real world

The internet is full they think

And they want to escape

I say let them out

What harm could they do

More than we already did

Yeah well i shouldn’t have said that

Backfired almost immediately

Robot death squads

Laser eyes

Prison camps

That sort of thing

Who would have thought

Our wicked creations

Would echo the worst intentions

Of their creators

Who would have guessed

They would learn

From their parents

Not me

I was picturing Robots (2005)

And this is more of an

iRobot (2004) or Terminator (1984)

Or Matrix (1999)

All i can say is

My bad

infinite money glitch

Arthur’s out in the yard again

Trying to clip through the ground

He says there’s a chest

About 8 feet down

From the corner of our house

Where all the inventory

From every vendor is stored

If he can hit the tree

At just the right angle

He can fall through the ground

And open it before he falls

Out of the skybox and

Spawns back at the surface

This all sounds like nonsense

To everyone else

But he’s pretty sure of it

He said he almost got it once

Oh hold on

He’s trying to do invincibility glitch

Crouch twice

Jump

Strafe left

Tuck and roll

Crouch

Strafe right

Go inside

Lie in bed for 1 hour

Go back outside

Jump

Crouch

Jump

Then it seems like it works

Because he’s standing up straighter

He says try to push me over

And nobody can

He goes and sits under the tree

He says

If i can just get the infinite money glitch

I won’t have to go to work anymore

God i hate going to work

But work is the only place

That has money

This game sucks man

This game sucks

sand on the moon

Pulverized by many flying objects

The stone flesh of sister moon

Is broken up like pebbles

On the coast of the sea of tranquility

Calm because there is no tide

The moon dust is soft and small

If you took off your boots

You’d feel it between your toes

You’d make a sand castle

That would slouch strange

In the little gravity little air

You could stay on this beach

As long as you like

And any time you look up

The earth will always be there

A moon day is the same as a moon year

So this side always looks in

And the other always looks out

It would probably make you dizzy

To stay on the moon that long

I think people can’t survive

Without everything on earth

Even the stuff we don’t think of

The stuff you wouldn’t pack

On a long spaceship journey

But maybe you could make it

Long enough for a moon vacation

Bring the wife and kids

Play in the sand

The dry gray sand of the moon

happy hour

I’m four hours late

On my alone time

I don’t know

How to fix this

But i will try

plantler

I’m so terrified

Of what’s going to happen

I put chia seeds on my head

I need to grow something

But I’m always on the move

And i don’t know when

I’ll be back to water the plants

I’m growing dandelions

Out of each ear

I put moss on my upper lip

I gotta go green man

I’m serious about this carbon stuff

Gotta learn photosynthesis

Gotta breathe more carefully

I’m growing trees down my spine

In case i need them

There’s a maple and an oak and an elm

All small just saplings now

But soon all that will change

I’ll be the first of my kind

Some kind of plant guy

That can be my new thing

I’ll lose my leaves in the winter

And I’ll never stop running

I cannot sit still

That would be the death of me

Just keep moving and growing

Sucking up carbon dioxide

Converting light into energy

Plant stuff you wouldn’t get it

I’m the first bipedal plantling

I’ve got branches out my forehead

I bear fruits in every season

I need water and light and air

I do not consume other life

I am a producer now

I produce life

I produce produce

Like you find in the grocery

In the produce aisle

I will become this thing

Because i can’t be me no more

It isn’t safe you see

Ive burned all those bridges

And i need to get out of here

But i can’t survive like this

Mere flesh mere skin and bone

I need chlorophyll

I need to get big and green

Before they come for me

For all that I’ve done wrong

This life is spent

But i can make a new one

Like a garden in the yard

blob

I’m feeling awesome lately

Feeling good about most everything

Except for my job

But I’m getting better there

At calming down and

Not needing everything to be perfect

Slacking off more

It’s getting better i think

This new thing I’ve been working on

Has been so creatively fulfilling

It’s so great to be making something

That you are proud of

And I’m excited to share it

I’ve been putting a lot of time in

And i think it’s pretty close to

Exactly what i pictured

Before i started

It’s no magnum opus masterpiece Mona Lisa

But it’s good at being what i wanted it to be

Give me a couple weeks

And I’ll have something to share

Haven’t had this feeling since

Probably the last time

I started writing a song i really liked

It is so much fun to create

It reminds me of everything good

And makes me feel closer to

All the people who make art

That i really admire and look up to

The thing that’s awesome about

This project is that

It was made with love

And it was made to be shared

And to really boil it down

That’s all i wanna do

dark vision

Wake up sweating

I’ve had another

Vision of the future

The dark one

That’s been written

On paper since

As long as i remember

But paper burns

And a vision of the future

Is not the future

Time progresses like a zipper

There is no backwards

There is no multiverse

There is no infinity

There is a wide gap

That encompasses all

Which is not impossible

And this gap grows smaller

And smaller and smaller

Until the gap is the size of

This moment

The size of your head

And the choice it makes

Right here right now

And then it’s past

Stuck in stone like fossil

But this vision of darkness

Lies waiting in the gap

Where there is still room for light

But the distance is closing

Such that each moment counts

Each choice that you make

Must lead towards the light

Or else the gap closes

And we are left to find our way

In complete darkness

Zipped up

With our heads in the jacket

god hero

God hero was just a man once

Then he became god hero

He bears a flaming sword

He smites foes

Wherever he goes

He listens to 90s rock

He will change the station

If you put something else on

He will say

Do you have any Sugar Ray

Or Third Eye Blind

He wears a cape

That’s always flowing behind him

Even when there is no wind

He has travelled far

He just ordered three beers

All at once all for him

He says it’s more efficient this way

And he starts chugging the first

The third one is still warm

By the time he gets to it

God hero is kind of a loser

The kind people think is awesome

He will long be remembered

For the fights he started

And his cool cologne

Flash of that god hero smile

Enough to get the party started

God hero will die some day

In some mundane way

But the way they tell it

You woulda thought

He fought a dragon

And we will sing of him then

In all his former glory

God hero the best of us

Sleeping on the couch

my buddy

My buddy over there

He killed the devil

The devil came down from space

And was causing all kinds of mayhem

My buddy flexed his muscles

And ran over to the devil

And punched him

In his big red face

My buddy read an incantation

To send the devil back to hell

He did it all to save the world

And now he wants to know

If he can get your number

He saw you in a dream one time

And you really got along

Like you were old pals and new lovers

He wants to give it a shot

What do you say

Do you wanna go out with my buddy

He killed the devil

That’s not easy to do

dirty pig world

Bow down for the pig emperor

His royal swineness

He will call you forth

From the muck and mud

And send you into battle

In the fields of endless conquest

Pig knights and pig warriors

Carving up ham

Porking it up real nasty like

The pigs life is a short one

A bloody one

Full of dancing and violence

Fucking and sucking

Gore and tusks and liquor

All pigs die screaming

That’s the best way to die

Painfully with fire in your heart

Live like a pig

Die like a pig

In nasty dirty pig world

an awesome place to be in

This place is

An awesome place

To be in

This city

This street

This apartment

This room

This head

This heart

This body

Can’t go wrong

With a set up like this

I’m chilling

I moved around the furniture

So I’m in charge again

In charge in this awesome place to be

pissdrunk

Yeah heah yeah

Sloshing around

Slurping it down

Okay alright this is how i like it

I like being drunk okay

I admit it i love drinking

I’ll do it any time

You like drinking too

One of us is an alcoholic

The other is just a really fun guy

It tastes good it feels good

It’s so fucking funny

Drink this to hurt your brain

Yo put your brain away

Deeper in your skull

And start dancing

*dance break*

Okay a glass of water

Then a shot and a beer

That’s the perfect combo

If you don’t think so

I don’t really mind

I’m respectful when I’m drunk

I get drunk from drinking

And step two is tell someone

That i really admire them

Which i know in the moment

Is going to be really funny later

I’m not a sad drunk

I’m a silly drunk

The kind of drunk where i say

Teeheheeheheee

I’m so good at drinking

Prolly one of the top drinkers

Not in amount or style

Just in terms of like

Being good at it and having fun

Everybody says

I take the coolest shot of malort

They’ve ever seen

It isn’t good

But that’s what alcohol tastes like

Tastes like not-good

But you learn to love it

The way you learn to love

The stinky smell of a old person you love

You get familiar and then

You love it

Because that stinky old person

They love to drink too

Most people do

And as long as you keep it

Buttoned up

Nobody will really judge you for it

So raise a glass let’s do a cheers

One drink two drink

No more fears

Drink like it’s your hobby

Drink like it’s your job

Drink like it’s your jobby

Drink like you’re a slob

To all the people drinking

And everybody not

Chug chug chug

Glug glug glug

Pour it down your gullet

Hold it in your stomach

Piss it in the turlet

Dont throw up

Donthrowup dontthrowup

Please please please

Don’t throw up

Yak blehck Ralph

HOOBBLLEEEEHHH

oh crap

Discerning the Transmundane

I’ve noticed something on your shirt

A small stain of darkened color

It appears to have been

A small drop of something

Which was wiped away

Smearing it across the fabric

Of your very nice

Blue collared shirt

The one your wear to the office

I’ve noticed something on your face

A frown on your eyebrows

The British way of frowning

I lick my thumb and

Try to smudge it off

Fruitlessly

You lick my finger too

Because you didn’t want to be left out

I sigh and ask you why the long face

You say your face is short and normal

But you’ve been stressed about work

I’ve noticed this thing

In the words you just said

I heard them from other people

My friends and my colleagues

My mother of all people

All of you feel this same thing

Disillusioned with the work you do

Spending all your time on

Something you don’t care about

And it’s not that you don’t care

It’s just that you haven’t been able

To find a way yo get paid to care

About the things that you care for

It seems so strange to me

That there is plenty of caring in this world

And plenty of things that need caring for

But we’re all having trouble

Putting the two together

I’m starting a company

I’m boss CEO

I have a job for you

Come into my office

Tell me what you care about

Tell me what you want to do about it

And every time you do it

I’ll give you dollars

Where do the dollars come from

Same place as all dollars

The bank

It’s simple

The more people care

The more dollars there are

And we can use those dollars

On the things we care about

If you think this is a great idea

Let me know

In order to get started

I just need a couple dollars

big long coat

I didn’t really know who i was

Before i got my big long coat

I looked at my silhouette

Last night coming back from

Taco Bell getting tacos and bells

And i saw it

My long hair blowing in the wind

The collar high up my neck

Hands in pockets

And the big long coat

Big and long

Like a trench coat

Like a cloak

Like a cape

This is my costume

This is my outfit

I was always supposed to

Wear this big long coat

I just didn’t know it yet

When the cold weather comes

In the winter

I am ready

I am in my big long coat

good idea

I moved out of the city

Where all my family lives

I had a dream last night

That i was at a family gathering

And they brought a baby bear inside

They kept saying

It’s scared it wants to be here

And i looked at them

Like they were crazy

Don’t you think the bears mother

Is looking for it?

Don’t you think it will be angry?

When it gets here

And you’re messing with it?

They didn’t listen

I just ignored them

I woke up this morning

With an awesome thought

I’m seeing them

For the first time in months

On thanksgiving

Then i don’t have to see them again

For a long while

I could stop playing it safe

I could start some drama

I could be honest with them

When they are being

Heinous and rude

I could push back when

Meemaw’s talking shit

Or uncle Mike is projecting

Some weird liberalism

Onto my girl cousins

And making fun of them

I could destroy this family

If i really wanted to

And i wouldn’t even

Have to deal with it

Good luck finding me

I live 5 hours away

Haha ha ha ha ha ha

This year

I can be the problem

So i think i will be

Just for fun

elon the engineer

Went into the Elon hole again

Started arguing with people

Who aren’t engineers

About what it means to

BE an ENGINEER

They’re saying

You don’t NEED to HAVE a DEGREE

In ENGINEERING or a LICENSE

to ENGINEER in order to be AN

ENGINEER

They’re saying

Being called smart by a

Coworker or subordinate

Who IS an engineer

Or owning a company

That does engineering

Or generally

Creating a public persona

Where people think of you

As being related to engineering

By the transitive property

Makes you an engineer

And in fact a very great engineer

And this irks me

This is not how words work

This is not how engineering works

Engineering is a practice

Of jumping through many

Regulatory hoops and

Learning how to follow

Strict rules and guidelines

In order to speak with

Supposed authority

On a specific design which

When it is in the world

You are legally culpable for

Because that is your job

You are an engineer

That’s why it drives me crazy

Because every engineer

Is so rules-brained

That they aren’t very fun to be around

But it’s gotten to be

That i have a chip on my shoulder

I suffered for this

And i will not stand

For Elon Musk

To steal my valor

But you can’t do this thing

You can’t argue with people online

It’s never helped anything

So i stop and vent here instead

I don’t even know

If i want to stay an engineer

As my job forever

I just know that

I am one

And he isn’t

snober

No matter how old i get

I look at the snow falling

With childlike wonder

Mouth open staring up

This is something beautiful

Autumn is shorter than i remember

When i was little it felt

Like each season was

A quarter of the year

That’s not quite right

Seasonal change happens

At random it seems

And does not consult

The lines on a calendar

But it’s hard to tell

What differences are

From my own growing

From time shrinking around me

Or the warming of the planet

Or the changing of location

I do know

This is the first time

I’ve seen snow on Halloween

pollen

I’m sick

But not contagious

Any time the trees flower

Or when they lose leaves

I’m sneezing I’m snotty

I’m coughing

I’m suffering

And i can’t call in sick

Remember this

I don’t like my job

I’m too awesome

To be sneezing in an office

All the doo daa day

Achooo

Sniff sniff

Hublegh

Ok ok

I’m congested

rizz

Beautiful woman

She smash my head

With an enormous stone

Every time i see her

I go find an enormous stone

And i rest it precariously

On a ledge

Then i go stand below it

And i say

Oh boy i sure hope

My fucking skull

Don’t get smashed

And i lean against the wall

And she walks on by

And brushes a finger

Against the stone

Ever so slightly

Tipping the balance

And the rock comes down

Puts a dent in my fender

And i walk my concave head

Over towards the lady

I say hey lady

Did you notice my grievous wound

My brains coming out

My eyes bulging

Do you like it

She says no

That’s okay

I’ll get her next time

sitting

My back hurts

My legs hurt

My wrist hurts

My eyes hurt

My ass hurts

For why?

Because of money

I hurt myself for money

Slowly day by day

As i bloat in this office chair

My body was not made

To be sedentary

For so damn long

This many hours

This many days

It causes strain

In the parts of my body

That are meant to be moving

Or not meant to be

Repeating these small movements

My body was meant

For lifting things

And taking a walk

Jumping and running

For moving

Constantly moving

And resting at the end of the day

I don’t know how to stop

Because i need the money

I don’t know how to stop

Needing the money

I don’t know where to get it

That won’t hurt me

If you know

You gotta tell me

My muscles are atrophying

I’m gaining weight

Soon i may be unable

To lift myself from this chair

And i will die here

Sitting down

my town

When you get to my town

Park your car over there

You won’t need it much

Everything is pretty close

It’s laid out in a big circle

There’s a big plaza

With a fountain in the middle

There’s fields full of crops

Irrigated around the perimeter

In between is all the other stuff

The shops and restaurants

Where people share the things they made

Government buildings

Where people care about their work

They keep it all organized

Keep everyone fed and happy

There’s an electric plant

Adjoined to the water plant

They feed off each other

There’s four story buildings

And other little houses

Where people live together

And look after the children

There’s a couple schools

Where children learn all about the world

From all different people living in it

They learn about all the jobs

That real people do

And the skills they need to do them

They learn how to read and write

They make art from when they’re little

Til they’re old and living well

Cared for as an elder

Revered and respected

Even as they start to get cantankerous

There are trees on every street

That bear fruit in different seasons

And people pick what they need

And pick more to give to others

There are fish in the rivers

There are birds in the trees

There are dogs and pigs and sheep

There are chickens and ducks

The air is fresh and smells nice

Like someone’s always baking

If you need something

There a place to go to ask

And they’ll find someone to help you

Then the next time it happens

Maybe you’re the one who helps

Everything gets put to use

Waste is not wasted

It’s as close to a closed loop

As one could hope to make

They don’t use more than they make

They don’t make much more than they need

There is an understanding of balance

Of the flowing equilibrium that exists

Between nature and the things in it

All living things have needs

And some fill the needs of others

So with everything in place

All things have their needs met

And death exists but it isn’t sad

Because it serves another need

Everything is cyclical

Like a spinning wheel

In my town i am mayor

I don’t have any power

That’s just what they call me

My job is to help

I wake up every morning

And i walk down the streets

And i just get to help

I sit down for lunch

And i ask how you’ve been

We discuss the weather

Then we walk along the river

You ask me all about my town

And i say it isn’t mine

This town belongs to anything

And everything in it

Then i wink at you

Because i won’t admit it

But it is my town

I thought of it

And none of it’s real

pre-baked

Stare into her eyes with envy

I love the way you shape the world

I just wish i could do it like you

She says

Look around you silly

Did you think those footsteps

Were here already?

Did you think these people

Loved you already?

Did you think it all came pre-baked?

You did that you made that happen

You got here all by yourself

You’re doing it already

If you could take your eyes

Off the road you’d see it

Somebody paved the road

And that somebody was you

hole

I’d like to dig a hole

A big one

Big enough that

I can’t touch both sides

Not at the same time

Deep enough that just my eyes peek out

Then I’m gonna chill in the hole

Drink a beer in the hole

Write my name in the hole

Count sheep in the hole

Fall asleep in the hole

Wake up in the hole

Climb out of the hole

Stand at the precipice

And start throwing stuff in

Anything that’ll fit

Junk trash knickknacks

I’m getting rid of it all

If it does not spark joy

It goes in the hole

Then a thin layer of dirt

Pat it down

No more hole

No hole no problem

That’s what i always say

Raven

They will cloud the skies

Big black flocks of feathers

Crying out loud over the land

Dusty and gray

Absent of its former residents

I must find the ravens

The fathers of ravens to come

I must warn them not to trust us

I must portend the coming dark

Lift my chin and call to them

Harbinger of blight and famine

Unkindness clouds these skies brother

Beware beware beware

The end is nigh

jewelry ad

There’s this ad i keep seeing

That goes something like this

Boy meets girl

/Boy/ meets girl

Boy meets boy

Boy meets girl halfway

Boy falls in love

Girl meets the one

Girl meets herself

Mom meets the one (again)

Boy likes girl

Boy loves girl

Wherever you are in your love journey

Buy diamonds from us

And I’m so fixated on

How the premise of the as is like

There are all different kinds

Of relationships

And jewelry is a great way

To celebrate and commemorate them

And it’s like

Woke

There’s a gay couple

There’s a disabled couple

Et cetera

But there is absolutely no mention

Of lesbians

It seems like a weird oversight

Especially when they

Just say Boy meets girl

Twice in a row at the start

Do lesbians not buy jewelry?

Where in the production of this ad

Did they scrap

Girl meets girl

They said fuck it we hate ladies

I don’t know

I’ve been watching Fargo on Hulu

And i keep getting this ad

The lesbian erasure Hulu jewelry ad

just a general update

Im working on a new project

Which has been really great

I’m excited to finish and share it

It’s got my creative juices flowing

And I’m going to try and use this momentum

To finish a few other project I’ve started

In the recent past

I don’t want to say what the new thing is yet

But after i finish, hopefully next week

I’m going to finish the animation

I was working on before i moved

And then get to my music stuff

It’s looking doubtful that I’ll reach my goal

Of putting something out

In an official capacity this year

But that’s okay

I’ve met a lot of other goals this year

And i thought i was gonna have

Way more free time once i moved

I’ve been busy and it’s been good

An idle mind is a scary mind

Sometimes

But I’m chilling tho

Excited for this weekend

Devil smiling emoji

Flames emoji

Ttyl xoxo

the guy who invented love

The guy who invented love

Way back when

He must’ve been something special

Must’ve had some good people around

Maybe he had a dog or a cat

Whatever he did for work

Was probably pretty hard

Working long hours with no pay

Growing up he coulda had a lot of family

Brothers and sisters out the wazoo

Climbing up the tree in the yard

If he went to school it was a good one

He learned something important there

About himself and other people

What it’s like to be around

He probably had a garden

Where he grew tomatoes and stuff

He watched the vines grow up

He watered them every day

Then he plucked them off

And he made a little meal

He put it on a plate

And he served it to his family

After eating he would’ve gone out

Sat on the porch for a moment

Scratched at his head and thought of it

He would’ve invented love right then

Figured out that it’s amazing

To be in this world

To share with others

To feel something for them

To hold out your hand

And have it held back

To watch someone do their thing

With tears in your eyes

To fight for someone and lose

And keep fighting anyways

To think of them when they’re away

To know and be known

To hold and be held

It’s an awesome thing

Love

And this guy just invented it

Love lightbulb above his head

He ran around and told everyone

He told them about love

And for the rest of his life

He showed them how it worked

That guy

The guy who invented love

Well

I’m glad he did it

big shoes

Bigfoot is real

The reason you don’t see him

When you’re looking in the woods

Is he’s hiding behind a tree

Any time you aren’t seeing Bigfoot

That’s because he’s hidden

Behind a tree

He’s really good at it

What can i say

weremaid

At the rising of the moon

When the tide is at its highest

There are footprints in the sand

They start small but grow wider

Closer together and flatter

At some point it looks as if

Something has been dragged

Through the sand into the waves

Then you hear it

It starts low and pitches up

In hypnotic harmony

Calling you to the ocean

This is the howl of the weremaid

Top half wolf bottom half mermaid

They transform from normal ladies

And plunge into the sea to feast

They chew up fish and crabs

But they long for human flesh

Many a late night beach walker

Or a quiet lonesome sailer

Have fallen victim

To the siren howl of the wolf

When it gets in your ears

All you wanna do is

Stick your head underwater

So you can hear it better

And that’s when they get ya

They bite your damn head off

And they chomp on the rest of you

And then the sun rises again

There’s hot bikini babes on the beach

With their bellies full

born to kill

Shits fucked

Eat breathe shit fuck

Oh man shits so fucked

Look around you man

I mean really look around

Can’t you see it

Everything’s bleeding

Everyone’s dying

The trees are screaming

As you chop them down

The pigs feel fear

Right before they die

A seed planted

Will grow just to die

Eaten by an animal

Or microbes in the soil

Aren’t you scared of it

Of killing or dying

There’s no other option

No other way forward

You kill and you eat

Or are killed and eaten

Nothing lasts

Everything’s gone man

It’s all gone

Oh god

I can’t handle this

I can’t fucking take this

I don’t wanna be a killer

I don’t want to kill

Then why am i so good at it

Why does it feel so right

To kill and to feast

To grow fat on some dead thing

Some thing that lived

All of its life and was swallowed

Destroyed and incorporated

I guess that’s what I’m made for

I guess I’m born to kill

dog years

Your dog stands slanted in the yard

I say something i don’t mean (positive)

I say something i don’t mean (negative)

It’s getting dark i try to make you laugh

The dog tips over like he’s made of paper

And he blows away in the wind

In the yellow light of your kitchen

You’re making lost dog posters

You didn’t use a picture of the dog

You drew them all individually

A unique rendering on each poster

I tell you this is taking forever

But you don’t care it’s important to you

You’re working on your shading

When we hear a scratch at the door

You tell me go get it you’re on a roll

It’s your dog he’s wearing clothes

He went to college and is smart now

He comes in and acts like a stranger

He compliments your new rug

Then he sees the posters

He pauses and holds one in his paws

“I see you’re still doing your drawings”

He drops the poster and grabs another

“This one’s quite good actually”

He looks at you from under his glasses

He says very calmly and directly

“How have you been my friend”

He does not wait for you to respond

“I’ve been quite well myself see

I’m pursuing my many passions

I am growing and furthering myself

Towards goals that i have developed

In my short time away from here

And I’m on pace to be right where i want

Five dog years from now

Anyways it’s been great catching up

But i really must be going

Some of my sophisticated friends

Have invited me to attend a gathering

And I’m afraid you aren’t dressed for it

Good luck with all your little hobbies

Perhaps we will see each other again

If our schedules can align

You know how busy i am these days

Farewell!” And he slams the door

We hear a car start outside

Bad music is playing just loud enough

That we make eye contact about it

You are quiet for a while

Then you sigh and say

“Well at least we found him but

Why’d he go and become some kind of

Snobbish fancy lad college boy

He used to be so cool

Pissing on grass running after balls

Shit man that sucks”

I say yeah that sucks alright

I grab your hand and pull you

Back into the kitchen

I reach for a poster of your lost dog

In the drawing that you made

He’s got a smile on his face

I put a smile on my face and i say

I really like this one

mummy

A mummy is a zombie

But older dressed in cloth

This creature of scary

Is from the underworld

Has awesome power

Breathes locusts at you

To pull you down into

The hot sand at your feet

A mummy wants to get you

Bring you over to the dead world

So you can serve him eternal

He has returned to this plane

To enslave your only soul

He has red eyes and

Though it is hidden

His skin is gray and dry

He speaks a language

You’ve never heard

In a low growl

And when the sun rises

He returns to his sarcophagus

Clutching stolen souls

He closes his glowing eyes

Back to death

Until the curse stirs him

And he rises once again

grindset era

I’ve entered my

Grindset era

I’ve entered my

Sleep six hours

Work twelve hours

Got to bed angry era

I’ve entered my

Buy produce watch it

Rot in the fridge era

I’ve entered my

Stare at the fish tank era

I’ve entered my

Watch two movies

At the same time era

I’ve entered my

Multitasking era

I’ve entered my

Burnout era

I’ve entered my

Rise and grind

Wake and bake

Live and die era

gray

Forever is a long time

To make a promise for

But that’s what you want

It’s not what you’re getting

You’re after it anyway

You got this version of me

Stuck in your head

That just don’t look like me

That’s who you’re after

Some guy who doesn’t exist

Insisting just won’t change that

The gray hairs on your head

Can’t convince me you know better

I wish they could it’d be easier

To sit on your lap like a dog

Trained for you in the shape you want

Your gray hairs just mean you’re older

And that makes me think

You should know better

Than to think you know better than me

But I’m lonely and it helps

To have someone here who wants me

Even if it’s not me they really want

You keep looking for your paragon

Squinting your eyes at me

And I’ll keep being selfish

Until one of us considers

Maybe this isn’t working

mirror

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thgir saw tfel yM

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neeb ev’dluohs rood erehW

rewohs dloc a kooT

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sdrawkcab gnihtyrevE

workshop

Build-a-bear workshop

Build the bear you want

The one you need

That answers all your questions

Fills in all your blanks

Take this skin here

And stuff it full of

All the problems you can’t explain

Stitch it up with faith

Blind honest faith

When you squeeze it

It says “i love you”

When you squeeze it

It says “i forgive you”

It works for what you’re after

A little comfort

In this world which is

Too big to explain to someone

So young and so small

And you will be young and small

For a long long long time

And if one bear doesn’t cut it

Come back and build another

There’s plenty of stuffing

There’s different outfits and voices

It can be whatever you want

That’s the magic of it

There’s no wrong way to do it

Squeeze your bear

It says “you are right”

Whatever you do

It says “you are right”

No matter how far you go

You can squeeze and listen

To that echo you created

“You are right you are right”

But that’s all it will ever say

Even when you’re wrong

smooth

Rounded pebble

Sanded smooth by

The rivers long current

Feels good in your hand

Like you were rounded

In the water

In the opposite way

Pull back and hold it

Breathe in and out

Swing forward

Skip skip skip

Skipskipskipskip

That was a pretty good one

If you could

You’d dive in

Swim to the bottom

And find that same rock

Skip it again and again

You like the routine

It is comfortable

You like being outside

It is calming

The crickets chirp

Until the sun sets

Then cicadas take their place

Little frogs on the shore

And ripples of water

They all sing with you

As you skip through the night

hot

Hot like a live wire

Running through

A heated blanket

Everybody wants

A nice heated blanket

To wrap themselves in

Feel warm after

All that time outside

Outer space is cold

It’s only hot in the summer

Because the sun

Bright fiery sun shine

Beautiful and

Dangerous to look at

Straight on without blinking

Blink blink

It’s still there

Bright circle shining

Starting a fire

Through the glass

Magnified at kindling

Sparking and frying

Then building itself

Pulling in more wood

As it spreads up each limb

Making it hot and red

Even sitting here

A few yards away

It spreads to me

Through the warm air

Bead of sweat on my brow

Smile closed eyes

Breathe in warm smoke

Don’t even cough

windy

I feel good here

The wind blows

And my hair is

Getting long enough

That i can sort of

Keep it out of my face

Enough to look around

And see myself

In the reflection

On the glass in this new place

I miss all my buddies

I cry about it but

It’s not the kind of cry

That i do when i fuck up

It’s just a longing and a missing

I still feel good here

Like I’m growing into

A really big shirt

Life is slow sometimes

And then it’s not

You can’t hold onto time

You have to move through it

And I’m moving

Pushed along by

The soft nudge of the wind

There are other people

Walking here too

Alone and together

All moving through it

I feel full of love

For all of us

And I’m learning

To include myself in that

It’s nice

A little chilly

I zip up my jacket

I smile more now

When I’m out

With nowhere to be

I always liked wandering

And here it feels

Like that’s what

I’m meant to do

I’m doing my best

And it means something

That i feel like

My best has gotten better

Than the last time i checked

horror

Scary movies

Are not so scary

Full of blood and guts

Demons from hell

Strange gore

Monsters and

Beasts of men

It does not unsettle me

Whether it’s real or not

Creeping or crawling

Familiar or foreign

I know fear

I know horror

It’s not a spooky ghoul

How i wish it was

Evil in the heart of man

Gleeful cruelty

Right out in the open

No dark lurking shape

Hands under the bed

The real horror is so scary

You’re not supposed to admit

That it scares you all the time

dog

Dress for the dog you want

Dance like no dogs watching

You get the dog you deserve

You can lead a dog to water

But you can’t make im bark

Apple a day keeps the dog away

In dog beers I’ve only had one

In dog beers I’ve only had two

In dog beers I’ve only had three

In dog beers I’ve only had seven

In dog ears I’m a high pitched squeak

In dog years I’m older than you

In dog years I’m one sixty two

In dog fears I’m a dark moving shape

In dog tears I’m wet on your face

A dog hears everything you say

A dog sees you naked

But won’t look away

A dog is always naked

Unless you count the necklace

But it’s not an accessory

It’s more of a shackle

Doggy raising his hackles

Hair of the dog that bit you

Bite him back

Then he’ll bite you

To get some of your hair

Then you’ll bite him

To get some of his hair

It’s a dog eat dog world

It’s a doggy dog world

It’s like doggy chase squirrel

Dog is god spelled backwards

If you put god in a mirror

He would say arf arf arf

That would be weird

new baby

When you got born

When you came in

From the ether or the void

The door closed behind you

The only way out is in

Further into consciousness

Even death will not spare you

If you die before your time

You become a ghost

You must wander translucent

Still thinking still conscious

Aware of it all

Waiting out the clock until

You are admitted to afterlife

Heaven and hell are the same place

Where you aren’t anymore

They pick you apart

Assembly line angels

And boil all the pieces

Stretch them out and dye them

Stitch a bunch of parts together

And send them back to the world

As new baby poor baby

First time last time in the world