it is a plague of
narcissism me me me
for te se me la...
the freaks out, the jocks
of society in, do they
repeat these mistakes?
by bs
dash repetition
mine folly, lame condition
neural mutiny
by Lush
dash bottlenecking
density ripped from the void
infinity flows
by Lush
to be honest lush
I was thinking of you weird
as it may be, how
are you, and all that
cal, canadian are you
but given write guard
we start with the self
by bs
nothing could be fine
arising in Caroline
a given morning
by Lush
whilst barrelling on
obscurantist symbolists
imprison monkeys
by Lush
sad nomenclature
other voices dampening
cast open a window
by Lush
so many poets
reflect only on themselves
i'm the blackest pot
by Lush
the trouble with these
spammers is they're robots, do
not click or get bugged
by bs
ayuh, we got the
great sickness bukowski had
we are writing here...
by bs
take your pills away
haiku is the drug for us
grandma's packing wood
by ash
it's almost like art
is under attack as a
new world forms from X
by bs
well as will always
happen the borats of the Net
world post cheap dick drugs
by bs
it's that time again
for new year resolutions.
mine? try to keep job.
by Crimson Mind of Phoenix, AZ
opiate wonder
host spirit rent asunder
whilst flesh doth cohere
by Lush
scattershot poems
vital targets elusive
pierce some main vessels
by Lush
voracious mindset
shred the bitter palimpsest
and devour anew
by Lush
arbitrary turn
dash your abject calendar
harness the moment
by Lush
tried to write some thing
"profound" and I find even
now spelchckured out
by bs of the ball must drop
no, it is time for
the world to re-new enough
and sing a nrw song
by bs
i hear you whimper
this is the way the world ends
but no bang for you
by ash
action, reaction
social sign of the times, shut
down and go elsewhere
by bs
what may be may be
faith may breed whackjobs but some
dare the impossible...
by bs
2012 from 2011
not so long ago 2001...
what space odyssey?
by bs
exposure winter
frozen creativity
lines cease from dead hands
by bs
corrosive presence
and some explosive presents
a holiday blast
by Lush
an allowance of
unlimited syllables
spoils the child for sure
by Lush
whereas Zabadont's
engender rampant disgust
or, guilty chuckles
by Lush
or, pretentiously:
litera scripta manet;
written words endure
by Lush
when words remain in
a place over the years thoughts
are trapped in amber
by bs
the moving hand writes
and having writ, moves southward
to squeeze the pus out
by ash
I guess that's what they
mean by the persistence of
time, writing a book?
by bs
hey ho ! zabadoo
behold the master baiter
trolling like a pro
by ash
and lack a daddy
I was on the road again
satori, paris
by Lush
well at least the "gang"
is all here, but do you think
we get used to it?
by bs
Christmas eve morning
snow on roofs, chill in the air,
warm heated car seat.
by mundane
kerouac died at
49, from drinking too much
fish out of water
by bs
whatever insight
once gained, 'twas since lost, alack
gon' buy me some crack
by Lush
momentarily
for collapse is imminent
straw within puddle
by Lush
typing the prior
I toppled a fine bottle
self-chastened I stand
by Lush
indulge if you will
my champagne blighted insight
... mother of mercy!
by Lush
my lifetime measured
beginning just yesterday
more than four decades
by Lush
even in this day and
age lives are more complex than
the words on this site
by bs
quite the oposite
those full of bluster, are all
too often terrified
by bs
Is self indulgence
A by product of success
Coping with excess
by William
ah yes, time is the
old entropy wash, worlds and
countries pass away...
even, stars, even
universes, bigger bangs
fireworks burn out
by bs
we live by the sword
but perish by Lord Chronos
scalpels a mere toy
by Lush
expel the seven
enumerated festoons
and repel all mass
by Lush
most times, just dig sleep
sometimes, dismantle the mind
wherein resides pride
by Lush
the worst thing I do
is I stick a wad of chew
in my face and spit...
by bs
