These words too are repeated
Every word, copyright cheated
No idea is new
Many think otherwise: the conceited
We spend our lives spending imaginary currency
Striving for pomp and circumstantial, gilded puppetry
All your wants all your desires all-consuming anatomical fire
Scorching the strands of life’s disintegrating fiber
Exposed! Nothingness that beckons a pacifier
Sparing the next round of hide-and-go-admire
No idea is new
These words too are repeated
Caffeinated beverages
Birds singing in Skid Row
Walking faster when the answer is
"I don't know"
Grabbing faces by the handle
Powerful cologne
The judgy doughnut guy
Who can see that you're stoned
What is life and why do we live it?
Of history we see but a snippet
What if there's no meaning
What if Heaven's just a ceiling
If there's balance then, why don't we tip it?
Japanese pillows can be tough, hard, uncomfortable
An unfavorable version of the last thing you may ever push your face into
The last thing you may ever smell...
I watched a guy clean glass
For longer than I should have
Thinking more than anyone should about Things that I wanted to to be with her to hold her hold for me all her sweet kindness and inconsistencies Scatterbrained mind of
non-tranquility Stand by me.
And fight for us
Listen to me, on your feet
"Stand up for what you believe in, even if you're standing alone"
If we don't want to stand up at the same time we should find other standing partners "Beauty
is in the eye
Grandma doesn't wanna do an autopsy
Your wanted to party
I am quite honestly
Sick of hearing 'I'm sorry
For your loss'
Yes of course they're trying
What a fantastic boss
It's ok that you're crying
You're dead in the ground
Sure, it's too soon
For your death and the shroud
That covers alcohol-tormented you
Heart-wrenching eulogies by
Tear-stained voices in a
Temple full of fools in the
Aftermath of choices that you made.
Your sister, for example, my mother grandma's daughter
She loved you we loved you
You were blind to our love-fodder
Tonight I'll have some gin
Release sweet, yet fungal
Confusion standing in
As forgivenes
These words too are repeated
Every word, copyright cheated
No idea is new
Many think otherwise: the conceited
We spend our lives spending imaginary currency
Striving for pomp and circumstantial, gilded puppetry
All your wants all your desires all-consuming anatomical fire
Scorching the strands of life’s disintegrating fiber
Exposed! Nothingness that beckons a pacifier
Sparing the next round of hide-and-go-admire
No idea is new
These words too are repeated
Caffeinated beverages
Birds singing in Skid Row
Walking faster when the answer is
"I don't know"
Grabbing faces by the handle
Powerful cologne
The judgy doughnut guy
Who can see that you're stoned
What is life and why do we live it?
Of history we see but a snippet
What if there's no meaning
What if Heaven's just a ceiling
If there's balance then, why don't we tip it?
Japanese pillows can be tough, hard, uncomfortable
An unfavorable version of the last thing you may ever push your face into
The last thing you may ever smell...
I watched a guy clean glass
For longer than I should have
Thinking more than anyone should about Things that I wanted to to be with her to hold her hold for me all her sweet kindness and inconsistencies Scatterbrained mind of
non-tranquility Stand by me.
And fight for us
Listen to me, on your feet
"Stand up for what you believe in, even if you're standing alone"
If we don't want to stand up at the same time we should find other standing partners "Beauty
is in the eye
Grandma doesn't wanna do an autopsy
Your wanted to party
I am quite honestly
Sick of hearing 'I'm sorry
For your loss'
Yes of course they're trying
What a fantastic boss
It's ok that you're crying
You're dead in the ground
Sure, it's too soon
For your death and the shroud
That covers alcohol-tormented you
Heart-wrenching eulogies by
Tear-stained voices in a
Temple full of fools in the
Aftermath of choices that you made.
Your sister, for example, my mother grandma's daughter
She loved you we loved you
You were blind to our love-fodder
Tonight I'll have some gin
Release sweet, yet fungal
Confusion standing in
As forgivenes
Let's play a game.
Genetically impounded, rusty garage my game's board, love wrapped destiny my play cards, imagined: a role play, where play intersects humanity, start the clocks; smile, predator and prey are not imaginary-the hunt is it's name, scream out the game: it's time to proclaim, who is predator and prey, love smeared butchery my hand, what's yours?
EMPTY
Are the rules not plainly writ to see?
Confused are we? Urgh, let me spell it out stupidly,
Finders keepers: I care not if you die lonely
Can you not read, ha, perhaps stupidity is too clean for you,
Perhaps I shall dirty things up for you... perhaps I'll play this impossible
I died on a cold
day, numbed fingers flexing,
grasping at the last traces of embers
withering in the grate.
I died holding your hand,
the hand I accidentally fractured
when I pushed you too
harshly near an edge
and you flailed to find
a more elegant way
to fall and then
I heard the scaphoid crack
but I didn't. I heard the cry
first and the pain came later
but you held my
hand anyway.
I died with my arms
held over my head,
pinned down to the sheets by your solid
mass, fingers entwined
with yours until I
could no longer tell which bones
were my own. I baked
in the aftermath of the dying
heat and fe