Let me chew
on the benignancy
of your smile, your attitude,
your beauty,
with tandem grandeur
like a ruminant
that finds solace
in a haven of cuds.
Let me grind
your emotion, your he(art),
your being,
with my molars
of affection
till become soft & mesh-like
like an ice cream
fondling
my oesophagus
in frosty artistry.
Keep it simple
as the sky falls
Take it easy
when the flood comes
Roll the dice
with house money
Bet the future
that nothing really matters
Smirk and laugh
at the lemmings
Help the herd
toward a slaughter
Pay the debt
with counterfeit currency
Waste the sun
it’ll rise again
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People act so polite,
wearing their civil mask attire.
“How are you?” as she scans each item.
“Fine, fine, and you?” as he pulls out his card.
But should those shelves
one day be empty,
and should those bellies
one day be growling,
how soon it shall be
before niceties are left in the store
while war rages in the streets
over the simple necessities of survival.
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Your silence speaks to mine,
greets good morning, makes
green tea with honey.
Blink, your loose tee. Blink,
your pile of homework.
Future arrived early.
One bird on the window
maintains its thin balance
as if the wood shed
its state of being, light
lighter than photons.
And time dissolves its
firmness. Isotopes
of nothingness roam
from the room of sleep
on whose door sways
Disturbance Shall Be
Treated With Silence
to the room of hush
whose door is ajar.
And you stir them all,
dutifully theirs.
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I’m just a lonesome narcissistic salesman
Wandering this country. hawking my wares
Selling my useless medicines. miracle cures
And the purple pills to get everything right
Wherever I travel I attract needy crowds
Loving good news no matter how absurd
But now I seem to be running out of road
Dear Daddy, please help your simple son
Such a close call, near the end of the line
My helpless weak and sinful sales son
Don’t dare try your own miracle cures
You’re worse off than the needy crowds
I’m all out of the untraceable solutions
I see that you have now run out of road
So long, sappy, this is the end of the line
My addiction has become so strong that I
Don’t know where I belong
I see her on Facebook everyday, I want to
Message her but don’t know what to say
Suddenly my hearts begins to pound
Knowing I’ll never hear her sound
Does she have someone else, or does she
Share the way I felt, I almost feel her
Breathing deeply down my neck, my
Addiction for her has made me sick
Like the feeling of heroin flowing in my
Blood, I feel like I’m sinking in the mud
I imagine the smell, of her scent, drives me
Crazy till the smell has gone and went
She is like massive drug, the more I see her
Each day it becomes never enough
Never knowing where this journey will
Take me, these ways will I ever break free
But what I tell you I’ve found to be true,
Facebook addiction is in every post you do
This is why I must defeat these curves, so
She can be with the man that she deserves
Now I must block her as my friend, so this
Misery addiction can come to an end
I must now tell others what I know so
They don’t fall into Facebook addiction
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