Thursday, March 8, 2012

Shanked

Shanked:
a narrow part of various devices, as a tool or bolt, connecting the end by which the object is held or moved with the end that acts upon another object.
 
My soul is in a wooden box
buried under the ground.
My personality is spread
on a table for rats.
There is no forward or back
only here and now.
Smiles in the jungle.
Can you feel the eagle coming for you?
Laughter from monkeys
squatting in the mud. 
What do you know of
the deep places we hide?
Africa is a wasteland of hopelessness
with God on our side.
We've plotted the course
if one falls three will stand up to take 
their place.
Get them while they're young
raise them up
the way you want them to go
and the plan will not falter.
Kill the strongest one
to make the others fall in line.
The weakest will make them strong
all about numbers.
An army without direction
will be easily lead.
Keep me occupied on your string
move me 
capture me
keep the bee queen immobile.
The nothing of nothing which is nothing.
needs to go into the jungle
but remember
it is the underlying hopelessness
which needs to be solved
not the ones who think
they have the answer
destroyed.
Kill one
three pop up
to take his place.  

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Somebody

Somebody in Sweden loves me
with their mac computer
and their firefox
rocking
I don't know nothing
of nothign
I am nothng
Bing says I should love
five heart beats
which mean
nothing to me
But I live inside a shell
and spit dirt in the woods
when I'm hugging trees
I don't give a fuck about
death
life
just care
about today
and I'm failing
mega
failing
epic
failing
Dicks
cunts
nothing
but he said if I match the frequency
of the reality
I seek
I will be free
but there is no way out
do you understand
no way out
just here
and beer
and weed
and all those things
which make life worth living

Y?

Why do I name
the poems
the same
like
outside
by a garage
we all say
"yep"
I understand.
Do you?
My sweet
flowing
b
made
of everything
which is me.
Everything which is sacred
sex
traps
traps
traps
faggots.
Gore
we all die.
Some messier than others
but it's alright.
I don't know shit
but what you tell me
I don't know shit
but what you sell
me
to believe.

Yep8

What is the hive mind
it is turning
when
you see
what I see
and feel
share
what I feel
buzz.
Together we
shake the trees
with our frequency.
Same.
Two, ten
but one
together
all of us
moving
as one
seeing
as one
if thy arm offend
thee
cut it off
if thy mind
offend
thee
eradicate
mistake
the weak
have no place
in the buzzing
in
the mass
frequency
of us.

I do

Bloody vaginas
bathed in moonlight
dance to an ethereal beat
two legs
no head
like yellow smiley faces
staring with one eye.