you ever wonder
whether your paranoia
is destroying all
Tag: poem
click clack break your back
shit, I take it back
it is not fucking rote man
it is thunderous
finding it hard to
consider interrupting
this electricity
relp
Sat on the shoreline
Eagerly watching the waves
Rolling to destroy
Listening for when
rote has levelled the mountain
is a waste of time
Saq
Spindles for goodness
Complete magique of kingdom
Twirling inner peace
Dwellgum
Psychologically we are prone to attribute our own failure to stuff outside our control. Our successes are all ours.
We also think other people’s success is just luck and their failures are bad decisions.
I intend to solve this with some inane bullshit.
The inane bullshit will ricochet through your mind and through the hallway as you ravenously, drunkenly scream through letterboxes of other people in your building:
“I am going to bludgeon you to death with this unexploded mine I found whilst drowning your pets and also the livestock that you WOULD have eaten for dinner. Don’t bother looking for it, I enbalmed it with 6 litres of piss I stole from the sewer.”
Q
Forbidden palace
Dingy hallways with stale weed smell
The best adventure
What’s the treasure?
The Memorabilia,
Scowls from the natives
Treachid
Hit the fucking road
Nothing left but empty cans
Stale smell infects couch
Cold sweats bother back
Hot shivers rattle the bones
Sun’s rays stifle air
Untold Juice
Drinking milky sauce
Stolen from a cats nostrils
Is it edible?
scratch boy
elegant sloth lies
too calm for complacency
detecting shudders
why can’t you see that
the world moves in slow motion
we move too fast now
elegant sloth smiles
scratching its soft belly
forgets dread and stress
rabbit pub blues
hares live in my pub
i sell them crisps and cabbage
feed them the finest
they burrow mercilessly
digging up carpet
so i skin them publicy
they don’t understand
i serve them to customers
they are horrified
i keep them as pets
all fucking sorted
