The Joke and Other Patrons

The problem with loving
the freest thing in the world
Is that anything that resembles stationary love spooks the hell out of him
You can spoil him point blank
With stare booze lips and books
But when he starts feeling comfy
He’s got to
Got to go
Live in the bones of
the white picket fence
Thinking his hut is something orginale
Ironic and whimsical
Whimsical like the Tower of Babel
Thumb, divine, van, personal spaceship

The problem with loving the freest thing
Is that he’s not so free
His price is a couple of synapses misfiring
A few toothless folk giving him to drink
A few zippity zoos right up the nose or to smoke
He loves Jesus. He does.
A zoom! Splat!
There’s a portal to the clearest religious psychosis I’ve ever seen.

He resents me because i have a job
It’s just not as free as being homeless.

The problem with loving the freest thing
Is that he’s shackled to the joke
And crawling for the grin
He’s pampering the girl
Swimming from the furl
Looking for a gaze azure
As his
Or the dawn sky
Why he’s free yea free
Warehouses
Dawn yea dawn
Yea booze yea zippity zoom
Yea black void
Yea god yea Jesus
Yea infinite resignation
Yea yea black black void you’re funny you make this loco laugh

The problem with loving the freest thing in the world
Is that he’s lying on a pasture
Sacrificial and exhausted
It’s that he’s not so free
And his diatribe
Is chained to his teeth
Pulling corners making smile lines
In the pools
Of my murky eyes.

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Ascent Called Soused

You spritzed
The new scent
Called soused
On your inner wrists
And wrote with blood
That you missed
His
Effervescence
When poured just right
Over rocks
And your locks
Took a back seat
To your breath
And the hilt
Of your chest
Was perspiring
Like that glass
Half full
Two fingers
Of poison
Ready for consumption

On your wrists
Were the names
Of old lovers
And the oak
Of where foreheads rested
When the drink
Took over
And the fella
With a halo of glass
And a handkerchief
Told you that’s enough
And called you a cab

Tonight
You are watching the oak
Like a well oiled pond
To skip rocks across
And float
With lily pads for wings
A straw for breath underwater
A dryness that hits
In the morning
When your nude flesh
Is in warm goosebumps
Underneath
An arm you hardly
Recognize

Singularity

Am i of?
Am i the wrath or the giggle
Of a drunkard
Of a drunk yard, the crunch
Of a pile of autumn

Am i the soft rumble
Of a volcano
Sobering calm
Molten center

Thirst thirst
Am i of
Thirst

Am i of oil or anise
Or the skid of
My knees
Are these mine are these yours
Is my soul of
Or off?

Am i me when i scream
In the scream do i hurt
Do i hurt the of me
Off me
In the dirt

Am i of
Singularity
Am i of thought
I thought therefore I’ve been
Of the earth
I’m not of

Am i me when i sing
And i me when i love
Am i off when i sleep
Do i dream of
Me?

Young men will have dreams
Of?

Am i of dance when
Skin moves

Hold up hold up

I have sculpted the space
I have scooched the atom neath
Each hand gesture
Kissed the atom of oxygen
With each of me that stays close to me

Everything i am of
Has a center of gravity
Who put it there?
Am i of gravity and grace?
Who put it there?!

When the sound comes out
Of mouth
Am i scream am i mouth?

Am i list
Moment
Now
Metaphor
Am i of stone
Am i of clay
Am i of foam

When i am drunk
Hollering at you
Asking to die
What part of me is the drink
Which is the holler
Which is the death for you to give

When i am calm
Who is the soother
What part is motion
What part is less

When i love am i of love
When i am blind am i of dark
Am i of light-shows beyond the seers
Am i of mud and spit
Am i legion

When i am silent
Am i of silence
When i am silent
Who do you say i am?

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

Anyway
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
Back
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

Postscript

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

Reboot
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
Buzzing

I’ll hold more of you then
I’ll move faster
Be kinder
Fight viruses with better ease
Just
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
Reddit
Sir Arthur
Midgets (all the pc)
Pieces
Milf, leather, snuff
Anime
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
Animal

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