Poetry

This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.

  • I think he just got it

    The roll of laughter like a heat heard

    The way the messenger snorted

    Duh

    Don’t fault me this one pride of mine held tight and silent

    Of course he grumbled

    Well would you rather odd?

    I’d rather you call me even now

    The sunset was gorgeous

    And strange

    And right up my alley

    Literally I suppose

    It’s war or something else anyways

    Don’t ask because I can’t tell you

    Why my only friends are balls

    Maybe I’m more dog than I thought.

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  • You don’t want to talk to him leave him to me

    I’m very good at the silent treatment

    You would be

    Mr. Communication Breakdown

    He should stay behind the clouds, he’s screwing with me

    Oh I’m one second away from telling your dad but

    Which one?

    Well there he is

    I said but

    You great git.

    No you’re not even close to a good guy

    That’s why but.

    I don’t know what he’s done but it burns

    And I have an infection

    And

    And and and

    Stand on the other side of the border and tell me this

    Where to go when the light is too

    Sorry?

    That’ll last for all of five seconds before you’re screwing around again.

    Laying out a list and then what?

    Do you want to tell them it’s spring or should I?

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  • Wilson and I aren’t talking

    The big ball and I aren’t talking

    I’m not talking to you bitch

    I already have a fat lip

    What you going to do?

    Kill me?

    The amount of not giving a fuck

    I’m beyond repair and I’m not good enough for anyone

    And you just giggle about it behind the clouds

    I don’t know what Hermes wanted last night

    But if I could break something I would

    Oh I did

    You didn’t think I’d cut myself over this?

    Hahaha

    On the island with Wilson

    The only real thing is

    Nothing

    Nothing is real

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  • At least Hermes you chose someone who could exist underneath

    No these dogs don’t all turn on me immediately

    Perhaps that’s the miss they just

    Go, eventually, having taken the physical attack in an emotional route

    In a place I never even asked to go

    And they look at me like I’ve come up with some stupid new idea and I cannot fathom what I’ve said now to evoke that look of

    Great you’ve opened your mouth

    But I understand them

    “They think they understand eachother”

    Oh brother

    I laughed

    Because actions not taken you’d read and awaken to any idea you perhaps hadn’t thought of

    Let’s see what happens when the seer sees outside the trees into the farther away into the far far away

    You’d have to be

    Rather silly to write the line between

    Hermes, the lying oracle

    And Apollo, he who shoots from afar the future told eight seconds ago

    To say

    We cannot know the future of humans

    Of course they can they’re there!

    Right there spinning the future that’s what these two fuckers do!

    No but I judged the dogs as I judge humans as soon as I heard human intelligence

    But not one drop

    Drip

    Drip

    Time passes by so slowly all alone

    I know

    One drop of empathy

    Sympathy

    Emotional understanding

    Don’t tell me a dog has not had a best friend

    Do not tell me he has no feelings for others

    Do not tell me in one line

    He loved his specific toys

    But in another he blindly watches confused at a loss which he has brought about

    That pain

    Seen through the eyes of the only creature who comes by and licks the tears off of my face

    Doesn’t understand compassion or human and canine devotion

    How privileged to have never known true sorrow and even in knowing it not understanding it

    What I would give to not understand

    What I would give

    What would I give?

    Two years Hermes?

    You were hung up on two years?

    It took twenty or so years to end the bet anyways and you’re concerned about two

    Earths going around the sun not even one sun going around the black hole centre

    One plus one

    Human years?

    Babe if you’re making sad baby bets like that I have to interject

    I have to

    Really?

    So you take over Helios’s job for

    What

    A blink and a half?

    You should have just let them die in misery.

    All you two idiots have proven is that

    1. Gods fuck with living things
    2. Those living things are miserable or violent until Gods get involved
    3. Those living things continue to be violent and/or miserable
    4. Serendipity is a liar

    So who won the bet?

    Probably some galaxy that was betting on you poor fuckers to screw up while screwing with mortals again.

    God damn planets.

    The Milkyway and Andromeda were sitting in a bar one day joking about how stupid planetary “gods” were.

    But what about asteroids?

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  • Love,

    Again?

    Yes again.

    I do this I’m yelling at the sun because I have no one else to talk to and he keeps fucking with my headphones and being an ass.

    Maybe if he could stop being that way but it is what it is

    So large and old and apparently all knowing

    If there was a place to go from here it would be wondering why

    I swear only a lot

    Should I translate?

    At least Hermes has some humanity

    I said I said

    I’d prefer you a liar than to a truth that hurts

    That what is to be expected of you is present to start with and immediately unshocking

    But the lies sometimes a comfort as you look at me as if a child with words such as

    It’s okay

    And

    It doesn’t matter what they think it matters what I think

    While vaguely telling nothing so the what becomes not a matter as there’s a hand on the arm or around the shoulders

    I can’t describe or show

    How nothing feels

    Then something

    Only now when I try to put it into words I know it sounds crazy

    But,

    Then again.

    He said

    Look up

    And I said

    Where?

    And the M was there

    And it’s not the first or the last or the first

    And when I start muttering

    終わり

    Daughtry’s It’s Not Over does play.

    Though maybe and infuriatingly I do not always understand the translations he feeds

    Though perhaps a joke of his own making at my expense I don’t think he

    Is cruel in the sense of the word that he enjoys it

    Yet the sunlight mocks cruelly through the clouds and the whispers from there worse as he covers my ears and I tell Zeus to go away.

    And how to explain his perplexing pleasure

    At my human wondering

    I cannot imagine I’m anything new yet

    There must be others but I haven’t met them

    Perhaps somewhere out there

    I wish I knew he was out there somewhere out there so I could wish he was here

    But I can’t see him

    So he probably isn’t.

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  • You’re mean to me

    I’ve been crying all day and all you had to say was

    You’re ordinary

    Bye

    And “nanana nana”

    And then you go away without a word and have been away

    The echo of my proverbial death keeps tainting the daylight and you call me ordinary

    As a vessel as vessels go it’s ugly worthless and stupid

    So don’t call me ordinary for thinking so I don’t want to be.

    Apart from the parts I pretend through the day until I’m alone again and I know how meaningless my interactions are

    Invisible as the dust you would

    You would fuck you

    Throw in the eyes of the one most like you

    Jealous little bitch

    Don’t think I don’t catch the intrinsic links

    You would torture yourself to death and in your own death find some mystic happiness created by yourself?

    Or perhaps in only remembering that the gods themselves had chosen to intervene

    But ignoring how they ignored

    To be grateful for the intervention would be foolish in and of itself

    Don’t call me ordinary you’re boring

    And if in my pouting I somehow hurt the feelings of a so called eternal god

    Well good for me

    The words are lost and gone

    Go

    I wish you would.

    I wish you would go.

    I wish you would go away forever so that night would finally make sense

    And I wouldn’t have to hear the sun mocking me from the skies.

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