I went to the store today
For the ever versatile
Orbit butter
It upsets the vegans
But they have their own replacement
Sea foam butter
No bones no masters
No capillaries
Some crushed up stars
No Co2
In short, not as tasty
But they make do

Anyway the damn thing was on sale
So I stocked up
Fearing the hurricane and recession
It took to make this
Banquet staple
Are sure to run dry.

Scarcity is the mother of
Ivory jewels
Heads on walls
Fur coats
And gummy worms

Knowing full well the typhoon and novas it took
To bottle this delectable concoction
Are perishable
Unlike the thing itself
I researched how quickly
Child labor is going out of style
And if there’s a machine that can replicate the tiny brown hands that make this
Cus I’ll be damned if I never have another slice of toast
Spread with orbit butter.

I read the label
Running my fingers gingerly
Neath each word
“Made in Jupiter”
The anus of the Milky Way
Or nipple…
I gotta consult the oracle later
To be sure

The real issue here is that the power is out
It’s been out for weeks
And there’s no way to do my make up in
This state.
I can wake up with the birds and catch that sunrise, but the stuff is deceiving
Makes me look like a glistening river of pink hues
But by high noon
The pond scum is evident
Craters open wide for pollution to sink in
No matter
They call this heroin chic on instaglam.

my holobasket is now overflowing with
The avatars that I’ll trade in for the real stuff when I walk up to the sex bots and give them 40 rupees.

I go up there
Winking my glitter lashbombs
At the men of steel
Good morning captain America
As you can see I’ve purchased all your orbit butter
Do click tone me when you’ve got more

Madam, these are the last of the orbit butter
The president has banned child labor
And we’ve run all out of stars.

Damnit Roggerglitz
I’ve been coming here
12 green earth years
And you’re telling me
The butter churners grew a conscience
Say it ain’t so.

Fraid it is darling Moonglitz

But bot, we still have caviar do we not?

Yes madam.
We have not yet determined if fish have feelings
And the vegans don’t seem to mind.

Very well
I’ll make my own orbit butter
With the offspring coming in fall.

Good call! By George I’ll take you up on a batch.
I don’t consume anything but data
My clients, however, like a little treat
When I’m sucking their-

That’s enough Rogerglitz!
Don’t you have the good sense to keep your part time gig quiet?


Binge Crying

I promise this is not about you
I’m genetically dissatisfied
It’s how beauty becomes precious
This is mostly not about you
It’s me staring at the holy void
And asking for seconds
It’s gulping up a super nova
And expecting a tan
With an explosion of freckles to match
I promise you have little to no effect in my suffering
You’re only the new expression
You’re only another version
Another avenue to be bored at beauty
Annoyed at anything that doesn’t live up to the sigh
Through this tired filter
It’s a groan
We both know discontent is en Vogue
Sashay through life
Like a dirty rag drying in the wind
Harp player you are a saint
Like me like all of us
Sad meandering saints
My god didn’t promise joy
They promised open eyes and heart break
And a mother to scoop you up and walk you though the valley of bones
There are no Illusions of mirth
In my holy void
Float along with me above
The kelp.
Let those green fingers tickle your
Sheol is not sorrow
It’s inertia and Netflix

If I’m ever satisfied I’d be dead
Cus fuck me if things start to look smooth
Easy demure
I’ll be over here clicking me heels
There’s no place
There’s no place
There’s no place.
Shut the fuck up and hand me a whiskey
If I’m ever feeling alright
Make it stop
At my ankles
Twisted tattooed
Panties down
Leaning on the cold steel of a car
Peeing the peeking and seeking of my
Heart a peace of mind
A separate peace
If I’m ever ok
Take a picture
It’ll last as long as this poem


Somebody unplug me
Turn me off and on
Been smashing those keys
Like a dancer
Tapping the mouse
As if I will unfreeze but
I won’t
Please turn me off and on

I know you wanna save those pictures
I know you wanna save those pictures
I know you wanna save those pictures
But don’t you want me more
Hollow, empty, glittering

I’ll hold more of you then
I’ll move faster
Be kinder
Fight viruses with better ease
Erase me
I’ll be good as new

We can’t keep those
We can’t keep those
Rooftop rootin tootin
Your dre void listing
Listening and lusting
All gotta go

Your pet play
Big mouth
Christian emo
Sir Arthur
Midgets (all the pc)
Milf, leather, snuff
It’s all got
Clap to clap go

You can log in from any other station,
But today I got
To musnt
Be full
Of megabit cum
And tease and
Your face of bastard
Sweet with rose cheeks
And rotting teeth
Pube face and
Moon waxing

Just spill some soda on me
Get me sticky and useless
Es es es es es es es
Let me blink out into eternity

Or just
Shut me off and on


Lust does not beget love
The radio recycles
The same sappy song
We’re on the rooftop
But it’s not romantic
Seeing the fresh morning sun
That we stayed up to greet
But it’s not romantic
It’s the fur of Cheshire Cat
All pinks and purple
In love with us
Not romance,
But devastation
I don’t get you
You say say say
They don’t love you like I love you

I deserve love
Fried and smothered in
Gravy chunks
Dribble down your dumb beard
I deserve love
And I am for you
I am tender loving kind
The ting to yer
The babadum
To your warm
Sweet smelling chest
But you don’t think
I’m for you?
The air is thick with unlove
And you think I’m not for you?

I’m here subservient
Feeling the static
Coming from your stare and skin
I’m a fool falling all over herself
A trapeze of unrequited
A clown
You need me you love me
And you think I’m not for you?

Bold move
Dear friend
Fried and smothered
Earth lover
Life fucker
Your name dances
On my tongue
As much as it swims
In my empty pretty head

My eyes have seen you
They gulp you all in
Two pools
Of murky water
Two honey pots
Full of nectar
Only for you
I am
Me only for you
And you think I’m not for you?

Tried and true
Your stain is unremovable
Your love a cause
For despair
Disrepair all my curls
Withering from lack of warmth
Your breath no longer
Dampening each strand
In the morning
No longer fogging over
My forehead like
The goddamn
Sweetest morning dew

I pray the lord we both belong to
He cauterizes this wound
After a swift incision
But I am a clown
And this is my 25 cent joke
Do you like it?
How am I not for you?

Glass stained
Slither past
Your holy fount
Doubt becomes a mist
The mist release
A musk
A must of spring anew
Desire is vibrant in
Every molecule
You can
See my two
Dancing in place
A pendulum
Following the heat
And heart
Incense incite
A flame in two cupped hands
Wishing I’d written
You something that beautiful
Rose quartz
Topaz Thomas
I’m your Tere
I’m your car wreck
The hopping rabbit
And everything vibrates in place
All shiver and slither and thither
Tithing thief
My heart in a wicker basket
Pushed on a river of blood
Now I’m writing you something new
And my temple is under siege
A forked road
Of stanzas not quiet merging
Of water and oil
Dissolve now in my throat
The body is broken
The glass window
Has been polished
By light beams
That seep into flesh
And warm up the river
To my wicker basket
Bithia finds me
At the shore