as viscous pieces of ideas
fall into disrepair
my words flee
here is hell
there is hellish
and winter speaks
with a low voice of
an old man who
knows meaning lacks
any sense of decency
words fall into disrepair
if old men despair
and hellish winter speaks
while voices crack
and meaning escapes
hell is here
random ramblings of a fool who pretends to have something fundamental to say about the human condition but can only come up so utterly and miserably meaningless words that he should ask himself if it is worth the trouble
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
heart is a
poisoned well
and mind is lost
with a wounded pride
and a profound sadness
while the night just sat there
with rubbing alcohol simmering
in its stomach talking to itself
telling small contemptuous
stories of small bitter
people dissolving
into obsolescence
without making
much of a
fuss as if
they never
existed
in the
first
place
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
stopped asking why
wish it were
the safety of
a mechanical universe
asking me
to stop
but
i rode myself here
grinding to the bone
to a place
why has
no place to be
here
i know not
a why or
a how
here
no episteme
no cry
wish it were
the safety of
a mechanical universe
asking me
to stop
but
i rode myself here
grinding to the bone
to a place
why has
no place to be
here
i know not
a why or
a how
here
no episteme
no cry
Friday, February 26, 2010
Friday, February 26, 2010
existential angst is bullshit
(can i leave it here
do you think? no)
i hear
angst shits existential bull
(can i leave it here
do you think? no)
i hear
angst shits existential bull
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Flashback: October 29, 1998
pieces of you, me, us
lie in a broken cup
like loving a broken
woman in a broken bed
ten thousand years from
now... now... now...
but i want you now!
it is the face of an
unpoetic death with
a mask of a light maiden
which belonged to a time
when blood flowed like
all the obscure names i bear.
now... now... now...
but i want you now!
i gave the last birth
last rage, last word...
now... now... it's always now...
lie in a broken cup
like loving a broken
woman in a broken bed
ten thousand years from
now... now... now...
but i want you now!
it is the face of an
unpoetic death with
a mask of a light maiden
which belonged to a time
when blood flowed like
all the obscure names i bear.
now... now... now...
but i want you now!
i gave the last birth
last rage, last word...
now... now... it's always now...
Monday, February 15, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
scouring
underneath my skin
for any sign of
peace of mind
unsuccessfully
underneath my skin
for any sign of
peace of mind
unsuccessfully
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
everything rots
eventually
starting from that
child-like wonder at
the whole wide world
out there
with its monsters and
adventures abound
as colors fade
to an all too uniform
unappetizing gray
and the manic cheerful chatter
on the background
fade into an all too loud
never-ending-ringing
i ask again
"whereto next?"
hoist the flag boys!
ahoy!
we go again
nowhere
eventually
starting from that
child-like wonder at
the whole wide world
out there
with its monsters and
adventures abound
as colors fade
to an all too uniform
unappetizing gray
and the manic cheerful chatter
on the background
fade into an all too loud
never-ending-ringing
i ask again
"whereto next?"
hoist the flag boys!
ahoy!
we go again
nowhere
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