voracious mindset
shred the bitter palimpsest
and devour anew

arbitrary turn
dash your abject calendar
harness the moment

tried to write some thing
"profound" and I find even
now spelchckured out

no, it is time for
the world to re-new enough
and sing a nrw song

i hear you whimper
this is the way the world ends
but no bang for you

action, reaction
social sign of the times, shut
down and go elsewhere

what may be may be
faith may breed whackjobs but some
dare the impossible...

2012 from 2011
not so long ago 2001...
what space odyssey?

exposure winter
frozen creativity
lines cease from dead hands

corrosive presence
and some explosive presents
a holiday blast

an allowance of
unlimited syllables
spoils the child for sure

whereas Zabadont's
engender rampant disgust
or, guilty chuckles

or, pretentiously:
litera scripta manet;
written words endure

when words remain in
a place over the years thoughts
are trapped in amber

the moving hand writes
and having writ, moves southward
to squeeze the pus out

I guess that's what they
mean by the persistence of
time, writing a book?

hey ho ! zabadoo
behold the master baiter
trolling like a pro

and lack a daddy
I was on the road again
satori, paris

well at least the "gang"
is all here, but do you think
we get used to it?

Christmas eve morning
snow on roofs, chill in the air,
warm heated car seat.

kerouac died at
49, from drinking too much
fish out of water

whatever insight
once gained, 'twas since lost, alack
gon' buy me some crack

momentarily
for collapse is imminent
straw within puddle

typing the prior
I toppled a fine bottle
self-chastened I stand

indulge if you will
my champagne blighted insight
... mother of mercy!

my lifetime measured
beginning just yesterday
more than four decades

even in this day and
age lives are more complex than
the words on this site

quite the oposite
those full of bluster, are all
too often terrified

Is self indulgence
A by product of success
Coping with excess

ah yes, time is the
old entropy wash, worlds and
countries pass away...

even, stars, even
universes, bigger bangs
fireworks burn out

we live by the sword
but perish by Lord Chronos
scalpels a mere toy

expel the seven
enumerated festoons
and repel all mass

most times, just dig sleep
sometimes, dismantle the mind
wherein resides pride

the worst thing I do
is I stick a wad of chew
in my face and spit...

Tax Grover Norquist
this cat is a cocaine fiend
takes one to know one

the thing is though shall
I deal with the weather or
shall I be the change

suffer if you choose
change isn't optional though
it always happens

so many moments
looking back over time gone-
still the same slippers

the custom of new
year's resolution though of
course is not enough

yup that is true, and
it's up to me to make the
changes I need to

between now and then
there can be more of the same
or not; it's your choice

oh I'm fucking hell
all frustrated with people i
feel in my way in

my real life and I
just want them to get the hell
out of the way so I

can live my own life
as I see fit instead of taking
it out on others...

I get tired of it
we all do, we all want to
nirvana's dead, gone

I would love to find
a peg to fit in but that
just ain't gonna be...

I would prefer a
bit of harmony to bullcrap
I'm too old for this...

could you please be a
tad more civil, I don't know
you personally but

I genuinely hate some of you
sort of the generic assholes
you meet in english class

wanna be bukowskis

scrambled egos of
course make for lousy omelets
and don't go well with

cheese, because the cheese
is quite there, however the
cheese is generic

writing groups often
degenerate into egos
go try AA sometime

it worked for chuck palahiniuk

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