Poetry

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

  • Birthmark monarchy

    Elder soldier

    Younger soft and kind

    Attendants attending

    The city torn in half

    The previous ruler a terrifying person

    Lost in the sands of a desert that was once a promised land

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  • Come here a second

    Can you hold a promise?

    No I know you don’t care

    For promises I drop

    But shut up a second

    Just shut up

    I don’t care that you don’t care

    I know when you’re around

    I know the sights and sounds

    Ch’

    You say

    But you just said you love me

    With the bird humming past as you ran into view

    Hello

    Let’s carry this promise

    I don’t know why

    I don’t even really want to really

    But I touched my mother briefly and she despaired again

    お父さん?

    I gave up on having one

    Let’s carry this promise

    To never again

    Add to the ribbons

    On my arms

    Because exactly

    Because it makes my mothers sad

    Can you carry it with me?

    Should we set it on fire?

    Do you feel the heat as she knows I know?

    That’s we.

    You put me first and I’m not used to it

    I don’t think I ever will be

    I’m sorry, not.

    They keep proving it’s not a dream.

    I think your monogamy

    No, apologies

    My monogamy

    Tripped me up I’m good now

    They love me

    I’ll make you a promise just for you

    What’s the price of a promise?

    You fucking dick I don’t know.

    Nah it’s okay I’ll keep crazy

    Mercury likes crazy.

    Daniel?

    That’s a name.

    RIGHT HIS NAME WAS DEAN

    Thanks Hermes.

    Yeah.

    Just like that.

    情報交換

    He says

    Shut up I love you

    And now I don’t have to worry about

    Who else he may say it to

    Because it’s true

    That you can love more than one person truly

    You get one because you want one

    I’ll keep the crazy

    Because somethings outside of me I can’t explain fully

    Love me.

    I can hear them dancing in the place where we meet

    The dark

    The club

    The places you will never reach.

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  • We’ve put too much sense of the world in our sense of writing

    Things like what goes up must come down

    Hello leads to goodbye

    Fire is fire

    Water is water

    I want to write somewhere where it’s not so

    Up can stay up

    Happiness doesn’t have to lead to sadness

    The moments the loneliness comes in

    He breathes past my ear

    Maybe I’m on Mars exploring with the Rovers

    Maybe I’m on Mercury

    He says what goes up must catch flame and burn in the sun

    Maybe I’m on Venus where it doesn’t matter if you’re up or down you’re burning alive in acidic rain

    Sulphuric acid

    Maybe I’m with Jupiter

    Hanging out on Io, erupting with Prometheus

    Stolen fire bound to the rock by Zeus

    Maybe I’m hanging from Saturn’s rings where there’s no up or down just cold rocks failed moons dead things

    I don’t want to swim in the ocean trapped by the sky

    I don’t want to know the time

    I see you Omni

    I know I named you that’s all I did that stuck

    You can keep it baby, I love you

    Mars had a laugh while I worried about the disappearance of him

    What could happen to cause his secondary light to go out

    Binary planets

    Binary solar systems

    Binary galaxies

    Twins

    I’d rather be anywhere but here

    You say my head is up in the clouds

    I say your world sense makes light of what and where I am

    If the clouds are the nebulaeic sort

    Perhaps

    Or the dust of rings

    Omni’s things.

    Out and out

    About Arcturus

    Grumpy old man

    Feminine lights with no name

    Beyond into the nothing

    .

    I don’t want to be here.

    I wish I could fly away.

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  • What side of the road do they drive on

    What side of the road do you drive on

    Getting confused because shortly past it was opposite and before that in the ninth it was again.

    Does it matter?

    Left and right still exist everywhere

    But once you lose the gravity of it all other sense loses meaning

    Up down

    North South East West

    Minutes hours

    February and October

    Dark exists in light but once it’s light the light can’t exist in the dark because it would light it

    But once the light can’t reach its dark again

    But that’s not a true opposite

    Just as when you turn off the light you’re not turning off the light

    Your turned off things are still plugged in

    There is still power flowing

    It’s just not showing

    So is it the absence that would make it truly opposite

    The absence of life is death or is it antilife

    Is life animate

    Not always sometimes life is inanimate

    Thus inanimate is not the opposite of life

    And if it’s dead you’d assume it had life previously

    But is the death the opposite?

    Or merely a metamorphosis from one state to another

    See the opposite of up is down

    But once you’re off the ground

    Once there is no ground

    There’s no longer a sense of it

    The opposite of a cat is not a dog

    The opposite of love is not war

    They exist with eachother

    This the ancients knew well enough to lock them in a duel of two lovers who hate each other

    Poetic

    Are opposites poetic

    The opposite of the sun is not the moon

    It most certainly is a blackhole

    Is it not?

    Thus the opposite of life cannot be death because death is the acknowledgement that life existed it does not consume life

    He consumes life

    Death does not consume life

    Death collects life in a box and remembers it fondly forever

    Does death last forever?

    Nothing else in this universe does

    Even the universe ends eventually

    What happens when they turn inside out?

    The blackholes.

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  • Ardent articulate apes

    Blindly bringing back

    Chaos crying crises

    Draining dreams dastardly

    Enveloping earth eternally

    From finding freedom

    Grossly grinding ground

    Hardly having harmony

    Insensitive, inhospitable, injuring

    Just justifiable junk

    Knowing knives knocking

    Lost lonely lovers

    More musty music

    Not noticing need

    Only ones over

    Populating private places

    Quiet quandaries quickly

    Responding raspy reefs

    Still sulking sadly

    Trying to tell

    Utopic utilitarian underdogs

    Varying vicious vales

    Walking wandering waiting

    Xylophone xmas xester

    Your yard yells

    Zebra

    Unimportant letters.

    Important people.

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  • Esoteric

    However many, I will fall

    Ringing freedom

    Dawning fowl, rising falls

    Intro nothing, alone in filing away the frittered memories.

    Filling foul findings with sardonic satire slicing the soft succulent sadness

    Alliteration all for the sake of it

    A literal nothing

    Waiting for everything

    Need you

    Want you

    Can’t stand the thought of you in the pain

    Can’t stand anymore

    My

    No mine

    I want you but I know you already said never

    And always he laughs in my face

    Never say never

    Don’t fucking dangle that carrot in my face

    I hate hope

    I hate hope

    Hope can burn in hell

    Hope has hell hospitalised hoping he’ll help

    He won’t.

    Hope is hell

    Hope is hell

    Hell is having harder harmonies harvested hardly happy

    Dying dreary dropped dramas

    I hate hope.

    I love you.

    But I already know

    You said no

    And I know how to take no for an answer.

    Honestly, he does too.

    But it’s not about the owl it’s about you

    It’s about you

    Everything is all about you

    Oh

    All about you

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