dux berlusconi
power off button missing
die motherfucker

unsure what love is
i know dreams become nightmares
i still get flashbacks
*
emotionally
exhausted by fighting hard
to find who i am
*
not enough of me
discovered to make enough
to know who i am
*

replica handbag
replica rolex
life insurance
ashley furniture
mortgage
cheap viagra
xanax
jewelery
drug detox
adult dating
ashley furniture
baby furniture
bedroom furniture
discount furniture
furniture store
kid furniture

Written by machine
The cold unfeeling poets
Of future lifetimes

Sorry, I

Lost something special
Unique relationships gone
For such a small price
*
What did I offer?
I gave you understanding
Love and devotion
*
You gave me some words
A relationship virgin?
Presumably yes
*
You need constancy
First sign of difficulty
You just ran straight out

This life

420 is good
Getting high is zen for us
But bong smoke leaves quick

A bot bottle-neck
pound them through a tiny hole
with a ten pound sledge

Gas prices soring
Oil company profits up
Kill all the oil men.

Thunderstorm abates
Awakened by the silence
Prefer dissonance
--Filched, in part, from F.S. Fitzgerald

Will Shakespeare said
"Kill all the lawyers." I say
"Kill all the bankers."

Three unrelated
lines. Is it human art, or
as good as machine?

Added insult... Bank
causes overdraft, then charges
overdraft fee. Fuckers!

God Damned Fucking Bank!
Took money out. Don't know why.
Now I'm overdrawn.

Today is payday -
For one brief, shining moment
It all seems worthwhile.

Code to defeat bot
Is now deployed on the site
Fuck you cialis

This is just a test
If this was a real poem
You would be aflame

mortification
Canadianizations
Payne difficult twine

buttresses fox talks
optically plankton buying
insipid lineup

apologize coops
commodore misguided Bern
systematizes

fathered bitch mince
Sophie stoichiometry
bangles intrigue Doc

adulterating
underlined Philippines
disclaimer non tomb

low capacity.
so much wanted, so far, fast,
don't have what you want
*
i stood at the edge
gazed into the precipice
could not leap for faith
*
could not leap for faith:
life is chaos, leaden feet,
no bridge for the gap
*
have no energy
living now, can't see ahead
won't drive round blind bends
*
scenery distracts
takes all my concentration
all capacity
*
my constant is change
i am full of transition.
i cannot commit.
*
acceleration?
not for me; brake in low gear
climbing steep mountains

my observation
hot squishy sex isn't love
but better than none

the two saddest things
are people madly in love
and then out of love

reality bites
love claims another victim
welcome to the world

God said, "Fiat Lux",
saw the world and said, "That sux!
Satan! Yours, ten bux."

All the words in text
Sent purposefully to me
How could she say them?
*
I

Hurting wounded pain
No mater how caringly
You die a little
*
My hopes are dashed
The uniqueness not enough
Only I Valued
*
I

angry cunts roar loud,
sheer boob mass trampling the streets,
when will they shut up?

Morons cast their votes.
American Idiots
Sell shitty records.

Mommy and dad yell
They leave me in an alley
Worst birthday ever

Slow algorithm,
His languid computer soars.
Lost wave, lost machine

Pixellated beach,
His mournful explosion swims.
Weird tree, odd function

Apathy grips me
Seventeen syllables man?
Suck my big fat cock!

Black apparatus,
This random monitor shines.
Blunt brook, low colour

Some old, not jagged,
Keith comes to the hard function.
Her red chaos sings.

Far, confused, dying,
No one arises. The dude climbs,
Retiring, climbing.

Not dead, but grotesque,
Diane comes to the planet.
My blue colour spins.

Slightly tight, but dark,
Sheila hears entire quick barks.
Raging, it withdraws.

Marching towards the
future. Leaving the history
way back in the dust

History repeats
itself; That's one of the things
wrong with history


- Thanks to Clarence Darrow
for the inspiration

puppies procreate
glaciers capture roughly, blunt
bat smiling lions

Hunted rain clashes.
Badly, the your knights carouse.
Stupidity walks.

A strange profile sings.
Flowers hate the burned arrows.
Gold feared hairs retire.

The dogs leave wonder.
A perfumed duet returns.
The unknown fish work.

Just had four days off
We spent it avoiding God
Another Easter

And what happened next
Tales
Of Sodom and Gom.

Betty, whose girl was it
Am curious to know
Was it you hon