a sudden shift at my job has left a fool feeling exposed and fragile wracked with anxiety in a terrible state a new story released and too many eyeballs incites insanities and i just need sleep to hibernate in my cocoon until the acid liquefies me into a new form of madness with wicker wings […]
tomorrow, you’re cordially invited to begin to explore just how deep this rabbit hole goes. i am super excited about the Wonderland series, and this first tale is a love letter to the original Alice in Wonderland with my unique perspective. the words felt so nice flowing with alliteration. thank you for supporting a bipolar […]
twenty one posthumous birthdays so now your ghost is officially legal to drink as it haunts me every year goes by a little faster but still i find evidence of how you shaped me into whatever it is i have become it feels so weird knowing i am older now than you ever reached and […]
some days i feel like i am a hastily scrawled sandwich board sign away from pacing down the sidewalk screaming about the end of the world. or in a coma playing out these worst case scenarios shuffling a deck of inclement disasters sitting cross legged in the eye of a pulsating shitnado as it reduces […]
you don’t realize when you go from young punk with a molotov in a (horribly misguided) che guevara shirt into an old man in a fuck reagan shirt stretched across a distended gut from all of the processed foods you once raged against a bipolar disaster borderline and always fucking surviving i was a byproduct […]
the truest expression begins with sur|render|ing a tearful acceptance every electrical impulse pushing your entropic meat suit /is/ simply(that) falling into these pools skinless abandoned by godhopemother a voracious slug squirming consumingendlessly giving nothing art is shitsmearedby toddlers on god’s pant legs a negative sum the faded tattoo of a butterfly sunbaked into a mannequin […]
the clouds dip so low as i drift across overpasses i could swirl them around my fingers a delicate snack in ozone flavored cotton candy as it tinges the air with promised storms as of yet unfallen
it’s eerie the silence when solid gray ensconces the city no traffic on the rain slicked streets nor high above as the planes remain grounded by the accumulated cumulus covering all of north texas i am a bundle of anxious electricity burning up from the inside out as ice crystals form across my scalp drowning […]
a week of summer in the heart of winter a war betwixt the armies of the sovereign fae playing out with no regard to the fragility of us mere mortals the sparrows and i watch the subtle currents in invisible warfare as the temperature yo-yos forty degrees while the northeast is buried in snow and […]
coming February 28th, Subject A. Alice has fallen down the rabbit hole into a strange new world where nothing is as it seems. the original Alice in Wonderland is a story we grew up with. mostly the Disney version, which found a way to contain the mad, dark story in bright colors. but the original […]
i often take things at face value a personality foible where i expect honesty which honestly is on me for ignoring empirical evidence freedom should mean being free yet we are taxed on every freedom or explicitly told by oligarchs the definition only applies when they deem it beneficial freedom isn’t free it accrues interest […]
the sky insists on fingerpainting in shades of gray a blurring mess of incomprehensible tonal dissonance sending doomshivers along irradiated ossicles suspended in this eerie ear canal of wax laden indistinctmurmurings as i hide buried beneath concrete dyed the same gray making a slurry out of my disbeliefs
tectonic distress as a rabid would be dictator deems tarrifs to be the only possible way forward despite the citizens bearing the brunt of his idiocy uncaring about the plight of the degradation leaving the corpse of the muddled middle class as a sediment line in the strata pushing him and his fellow oligarchs higher […]
the clouds caress the spires of concrete no separation between the sky and ground as a fool navigates his submergible deeper into the currents flowing between barriers in a sodden sea of brake light bioluminescence hydroplaning across four lanes of uneven highway darting like a remora in the wake of great white rumbling diesel beasts […]
anxiety exacerbated by an unset alarm the swirl of coffee on an already acidic stomach as the sun rises leaving me beset by this plague of fire dipping clouds in solvent as i seek silver linings to combat this habitual misery drawn in capsaicin along undulating innards as sparrows scream of an onset of warmer […]
they discovered a third form of magnetism which theoretically will change the way that humanity stores and accesses our data groundbreaking new scientific advances which should be far more exciting than watching the last dissolution of democracy in these trying fucking times a regression of human rights setting up the oligarchy while the peasants cheer […]
it was less sleep more a state of half consciousness which gripped me throughout the long and restless night a fugue state dipping in and out of dream only to spin a perpetual emotion machine powered by mania while being stalked by a mysterious visitor in a too tight striped polo who was always just […]
a busy year coming up for the Fool and his strange fiction. the first three are written. need covers for Solitarius Lupus and Distilled Chaos still. also have a few anthos appearances coming i am excited about. Subject A is my retelling of Alice in Wonderland, and is the first book in what is at […]
lavender sparks dance in a recurrent ode to consistent nagging agonies a daring respite betwixt polar vertices ensuring inclement pressure systems slamming together to form dissidence in frozen hellscapes a seasonal intention perpetuating the pain in sinus infection little more than adding a whiny inflection to circumspect analysis fluttering in agonized retention
watching artists i respect chase after money over the art leaves me sickened becoming empty trend chasers in the pursuit of fleeting fame when they could be leaving timeless classics choosing the dollar shows me everything i need to see and frees up admiration for those who try to create something new in a world […]
when i was a kid the only thing more prevalent than the red threat during the cold war was the larger than life wrestlers who fought for the rights of every man in the squared circle on saturday mornings reagan talked of satellites orbiting to shoot down any rogue cccp nukes as the hulkster used […]
the gray pisses a slushy consistency over a sluggish city lurching through the motions crystalline showers a confusion in half frozen particulates sirens howl eerily as the sparrows huddle silently a fool murmurs chattering refrains in collusion with the swirling mist two of my neighbors chatter in espanol i listen without any closed captions to […]
the constant dip in pressure forms a diamond from the gray matter arcing anxieties in an endless loop possible approaching winter madness as a rush for milk leaves shelves empty even though it will only last for days the sparrows remain nonplussed by it all chirping happily of seeds and sunshine as humanity wrestles with […]
he dangled an uvula over a hellish pit of gastric dissent the acid burning a slow ascent to dissolve him down to the atomic level a human shaped scar etched into eternity as an oddity a suspension of dour disbelief
the wibbly wobbly little blue orb has managed to circle the flaming ball of ever expanding avarice yet again as the termites idiotically continue ruining the only inhabitable rock we have found in reachable universe to trade ease for longevity i am as much microplastics as failing meat neatly preserved in a downward spiralling act […]
forks of lightning illuminating this heavy darkness in blinding arcs of pure plasma a natural accompaniment to the lavender which crashes inside my skull reaffirming the dichotomous surreality of absurdist dreams i harness the storm screaming crackling dissent across the brooding sky a schismatic display in borderline dismay painting individual pixels various pigments of impossible […]
the air is heavy with dreary droplets a city ensconced by a think bank of fog hovering supernovas a distraction in shimmering refractions as sodium bulbs cast illusionary suns set at regular intervals marking the long road in eerie ghost light as the dreamers wake to a condemnation of frantic particulates a sodden swarm soaking […]
the story burns an inferno inside my skull as the world sparks and flares around me the words screaming a clarion call to arms as the ruthless tyrants exert themselves with the volatile rage born from knowing how small they truly are in the grand scheme of things dollar store dictators clinging to scraps of […]
the solstice reverberates into a sudden discourse on imaginary babies being carted in utero to a manger by a star unseen in that quadrant for four months the only wise men are still sleeping as commerce is celebrated in a fit of pure avarice by cranky parents assembling factory made plastics while an entire family […]
been channeling my rage into fiction an attempt at diction to incite the masses i find my words are ignored less when i use my poisoned pen outside of the poetic even if there is no separation betwixt the two as no matter what i do the flow becomes infectious so now the molotovs i […]
i find i prefer the longest night over any extended solar exuberance this day wobbling at the farthest point on an egg spinning around an avaricious star draped in shadows as the sparrows sing sleepily in the cold keep your halcyon daze spent burnt beneath summer’s vicious glare give me a fireplace softly popping as […]
i worry i have infected the weather with my bipolarity the constant shifting has the entire city reeling as it goes hot to cold rubberbanding in a raucous refusal to stay the same momentarily lavender flashes embers flaring in excruciating hymnals to surrender as the dreary gray infuses a refusal to silence the inclement agonies […]
i think in poetry all day long constantly falling into metaphors as a way to navigate life. i feel myself growing stranger less connected to the harsh light of reality as a defense mechanism by bleeding out a shell of words in which to hide a hermit crab growing too big for the constrictive nature […]
this november i was inspired to reweave the tale of Alice and her adventures in wonderland. i followed the original all the way through, but with my touch. every poem, scheme and length were used to weave it into something new while still remaining true. Alice’s adventures are already a dark and absurd journey. i […]
in times of great unrest the artists led the call of rebellion theoughout our history through words and use of art they spoke to overturning the foulest of status quos yet we sit now at the precipice of a granular level shaking of power where the abused underclass is seething at all the injustices perpetrated […]
the fact everyone isn’t just fucking furious all the time is a product of the apathy in people who have just enough to remain distracted docile little sheep unaffected by the suffering and perfectly content to just ignore it all i stay up late sipping molotovs while waiting as the revolution is incentivized as the […]
in science fiction when speeds reach that of light the stars stretch out into long lines of forever when manic the rest of the world seems stuck in a translucent jello mold wobbling as i speed fasterandfaster into the static resting just outside reality a supercharged engine running on jet fuel a heat seeking missile […]
i bought a watch because i wanted a separation between me and the screen too easy to check the phone for the time see a notification and lose hours i bought a watch to be in the moment to experience the world wobbling around me to admire the art hanging the people barely hanging on […]
the mania has settled a cloak of electrified insanity in frantic thoughts as a fool barely holds tight to the wheel the words scream and i try to funnel them down toward new stories while newer tales yell to be told seven open documents overflowing with scenic vistas of personal hells a junkie and she […]
a dilution of light through an effusion of mercurial silver hangs heavily over a sleepy fool adrift on these recycled scenes half asleep in an ethereal expanse of unbridled desire contained within her soaked divinity phantasmal writhing in an eruption of poetic meandering a symphonic discourse in her moaning crescendo to wake frozen in a […]
the bastards the upper management have no qualms watching someone drown their selective hearing filters out anything except the stockholders but effect the precious bottom line and suddenly their absence is over compensated by micromanaging with zero understanding of anything except stamping out little fires as the inferno rages all around them screaming from a […]
they shot the ceo of an insurance company left him to bleed out on the cold concrete with the same remorse he showed over thirty percent of those who so desperately needed the service they paid for under the misconception it would help in their dire need as he chose profit over human life i […]
how devoid of meaning must life be working in a scam call center spending dayafterdayhouruponhour trying to steal money from the elderly how do you feel anything but regret at a life wasted creating nothing but misery living with the guilt of doing nothing whatsoever to brighten the world a walking void sucking joy out […]
a consistency in gray malaise the other cars simply blurs indistinct obstructions frightened of the elements driving as if the world was ending because of unpalatable precipitation this sisyphusean monotony of increasingly heavier boulders breaks the spirit then the body until the shattered pieces of self are ground to souldust glittering in the overflowing gutters
they fill the echo chambers with minions just as shitty as they are and wonder why the rabid twats bite the hands which breed them a perpetual ego stroking machine rife with all the machinations of ill tempered children of spite incessant drama and shakespearian as penned by the illiterate betrayals they feel obligated to […]
mornings of frigid black pyramids disrupting a confluence of confusions drifting solemnly along concrete effigies to fossil fueled ambiguity demons belch black smoke a furious condemnation of god’s fading contusions while sparrows weep ebony tears for a tomorrow consumed by cancerous growths my fingers trail along these brackish waters alight with rainbowed refractions in simmering […]
i settle myself in november’s frozen ashes as the cold winds tap out a sullen dirge on the windchimes a lethargic clatter setting off lavender showers in morning sun she rages in my mind the storm over the ocean white tipped waves crashing against boulders a series of lighthouses illuminating her every sensual curve as […]
the birds sing a cheerful symphony on the dystopian dysentery they have been forced to endure since their bones grew hollow after millennia ruling the world. probably. who knows. when the words scream everything else is white noise. but you tell me when a crow caws loudly there isn’t more than a hint of unbridled […]
the day before a holiday weekend faces filled with short timer syndrome as they tick off the seconds until they can clock out and hide for days a lackadaisical haze of tryptophan naps thankful for a break from the hell of nine to five semi-existence my few memories of thanksgiving are a blur of snow […]
i used to feel the compulsion to document my every breakdown in lowercase dismay but tearing off the many scabs became a symptom all of its own now i keep the beauty i see selfishly inside rather than scream into the void where nothing seemed to matter used to dream one day the words would […]
it’s chilly cool enough that her tongue slowly licking the underside of my throbbing desire before making it all vanish in her inferno consumes me
if i had a nickel for every time i have daydreamt of running my tongue from the arch of her foot up her shapely legs to bury it in the ocean of her longing i would have enough to retire happily as she does her best to grind the beard off of my glistening face […]
these supposed writers with their fragile egos have no idea just how pathetic they really are puffed up pissants pretending to be purveyors of art simple shitstains in pedantic prose creating drama to stay relevant in a world so sick of the same tired blame shift the best thing about my particular broken nature is […]
out today, Ghosts Are Real, a horror book written for kids. my friend, PC3 asked me to write a soft horror story and i did, The Creaking House, a spooky tale of Timmy and Tommy and their summer spent at the Grandmother’s, who also happens to be the caretaker for a cemetery. PC3 assembled an […]
the day began with the same storms from overnight transitioning into clear blue like a second morning in the afternoon a discombobulation of sudden sunlight shattering the pleasant gray malaise
the emotional predators no longer need to stalk prey this interconnected world has become so lonely they simply have to wait until the next victim hops into the boat on their own willingly blind for the chance to feel anything in a digital facsimile like watching a car crash in slow motion as the victims […]
i woke by rolling over a hiting my head on the wall and as i lay here unable to drift off i feel profoundly glad my literary heroes didnt have social media sylvia vague posting about her husband while posting gardening and cooking tips with a cold despondency old hank only posts celene quotes at […]
if the sinus pressure increases when they cremate my shriveled remains they will find a diamond skull among the bone fragments a crystal clear reminder of a fool beholden to beauty which was hidden in layers of agony antibiotics dance in a bipolar biosphere i cannot tell if the sun has risen or if it […]
a crudescent haze follows just out of sight behind me as i stroll through an inconsolable day of rigid anxiety i long to escape the doldrums of wasting the day in indentured servitude to landlords and bosses burning up with ideas and too run down to scribble them out enslaved to creativity yet engulfed in […]
little people with extraordinarily large unwarranted egos seem to demand all eyes on them at every opportunity whether it is good or bad they need attention to give them satisfaction they insert themselves into any situation expounding their self perceived virtues incapable of seeing they are impotent stains life is difficult enough without these annoyances […]
a long weekend drifts into a short week where everything still needs accomplished and a fool longs for another six hours lost in dream instead it is a twenty mile drive which takes an hour to possibly complete a service call her writhing the sheets crumpled between her fingers as i complete a masterpiece in […]
i expected her to run away instead she smiled and ran toward me and in her eyes she wrote forever in flashing embers and i knew then i would be consumed. i ran to her unconcerned as the flames seared my flesh and she was burned into my very soul. ashen figures burnt into the […]
i never felt like i really existed outside of a loose collection of flaws which life proved ad nauseum was meant to be easily discarded nauseated by the vertiginous trappings of self consumed vixens who want a personal poet without all the intangibles associated and then i was seen as is and even though i […]
just outside blue light beckons accompanied by disorienting music half a note too the fast off key warbling howling screams through hollowed out skulls cast in bronze with waxen rivulets in the haunting moments where dream is a flute hidden lost in dischordia i stumble with heavy limbs clanging a warbeast beholden an oni blood […]
i want to bury my tongue so far inside of you i lick your heart as it beats for me
i dream all goddamned day and wonder why sleep is an elusive whore i chase throughout the restless evenings perhaps prayers to hypnos rather than to a lower case t will provide some rest and relaxation a proper pantheon portraying pieces of humanity’s frgamented psyche instead of one absentee father figure only seen in toast […]
i long to trace the lines of her perfection with lazy fingers and hungry lips trancribing her fully into art discovering her every tell as i explore her depths with my tongue learning to play her body like a first chair in this symphony of desperate desires coaxing her entire being into a crescendo as […]
ignorance won yet again appealing to those unwilling to think for themselves the stupid fucking sheep chose a charlatan who has only ever failed except to sucker the rubes they are proudly embarassments to everything this country stands for and they are too stupid to see it your god would be sickened if he wasn’t […]
my favorite part of going into so many new places is the chance to stare at the artwork haphazardly strewn across the buildings i treat each new visit as a trip to the museum and try to capture the essence in the brushstrokes most are absolute shit mass produced pieces with zero tangibility but occasionally […]
waging this war to save daylight as evening falls earlier and earlier feels like a losing proposition i am a grizzled veteran of this fruitless battle wearing the mental scars of seasonal regression as i retreat farther back into my prison cell unwilling or unable to face the rain as summer begrudgingly gives way to […]
autumn rain falls over texas a welcome change to the baleful glare of our sun cooler weather as darkness reigns the shorter days lead to longer nights spent vivisecting dream as i fall further downdowndown this rabbit hole of unadultrated joy lavender bolts illuminate an altar worn marble from penitent prayers longer nights spent in […]
i prefer to fingerpaint in pain because agony is to be commiserated whereas happiness is enviable at best somedays this bipolar panoramic plays out in stunning contrast to a fool himself as the sun sets over contented sighs clutching joy while fragmenting is a spectacle unto its own weird wonder the chemicals sing so much […]
the day has decided to be a solid slate of dismal gray the clouds cast an eerie pall over a city filled with dreary spirits but she rests gently in my brain a golden aura washing away the dull dismalities in a rush of ideas to keep the demons at bay
it wasn’t supposed to be yet another day spent alone but we get what we get and nothing more
i wonder if after so many rebirthes does a phoenix ever tire of beginning again rising up from the ember and ash only to repeat the same vicious cycle it sounds at least to me rather fucking exhausting yet here i am trundling into yet another year no wiser nor even a bit better screaming […]
an evening fit for ghouls and death seems fitting as a fool grows steadily older than he ever expected to grow there always seemed to be a certain logic to being born the day after the veil is at its thinnest point where evils swirl just next to the living carving wards in which to […]
the weather has adopted an air of confusion as it feels cooler than it actually managed to be a subtle psychosis as the year nears its grand finale and a fool sits exhausted yet enthusiastic over what’s to come in the future which feels almost as confusing as the cool breeze on a warm afternoon […]
see. Santa has been kidnapped. and for some f**king reason, Ursa is the man for the job. allegedly. this one has it all. sexual tension so thick, it could melt the ice caps. evil billionaires. elves. Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. and a blob of sentient, cerulean space spunk. hello again. it’s me, the fool. […]
i feel less like a person and more like a collection of broken parts in desperate need of reconfiguring a constant struggle with perceiving leads to self discovery with a lack of depth perception from the blind eye leaking darkness into my mind hanging up tshirts after a trip to the laundromat at seven o’clock […]
basquiat taught the frenzy of creation of absorbing every tiny detail of the world around you and with a singular focus toward always twisting inspirationz into fresh wounds on the corpse of beauty the same grave remains to hold our fetid remains but those scars that is forever dontthink dontbreathe just create my friends fret […]
the poet’s curse sitting alone at 3am the silence seems so solid as the city snores a cacophony of creeping dissonance light pollution leaves three stars visible and the orange malaise of toxic haze will give the sun a sickly halo the electricity grabs my brain and sets me jittering silently so as to not […]
manic at the edge of maniac as i vibrate a shadow in the darkness i am distincly indistinct a magic trick long debunked casting dispersions because illusions have lost their lingering luster a self cannibalizing cannonball careening into a series of ancillarily adjacent accidental axioms if you’re reading this try to remember i was never […]
the city seems faded the bright sunshine absorbed into building which have lost their luster chasing problems through parking garages trying to outrun afterimages in this labyrinth made up of only straight lines there is a peculiar perpendicularness lancing ley lines to sputter and spark in turgid relapse lightning flashes over the ocean farfarfarawayfrom a […]
each morning i watch as the gradient of the sky goes from black to blue a solemn ritual of coffee mixed with poetic delusion the mania screams a supercharged bolt lashing my mind i am a tumultuous catastrophe in broken lines trickling down the spine of art a category six tempest feeding itself into a […]
the words sing in a way they haven’t for a very long time a bkeached coral chorus in chitinous chords revealing wonderland in reticulated verse what is a poet without a muse painting in ash at the altar of fiery dismays only to find anew the passion to reignite the sun with peculiar prose oh, […]
this paint by number reality leaves an acidic aftertaste as rumbling dyslexia makes the digits unrecognizable god as a painter suffers from acute colorblindness casting shades of gray in furious strokes unknowing if the hue matches any true intent she cracked open my chest with magnificently manucured nails to unleash a spectrum which washed away […]
there is a pure beauty only experienced in living while the harshest truths only show themselves in fetid decay i straddle them a modern day hel harnessing the hell which resides inside scratching out blossoms of hope in remission with a quill dipped in aortic spills i have reconfigured my dna to the point where […]
an eruption the sky ignites a deep thrombosis rupturing pink to stain the city sleeping fitfully in the throes of another nightmare brought on by artificial sweetners slipped into the water towers across the crumbling nation i cannot tell where the daydream ends and the day itself begins lost in this haze of sudden wonder […]
i feel like a crate of dynamite found after decades lost in darkness a growth of nitroglycerin crystals upon my subtly shivering frame beyond ready to explode she smiles and i know with complete understanding she will nurture a stability while encouraging the frantic need to destroy this boring status quo
night has falleni have beenlazy all dayand it felttremendousyet now in the darknessI feel guilt overthe lack of words perhaps she hasthem allstolen like my breathfallen from mystupid smileto litter the pavement here is a goddamned poemto satiate the itchbetween my earsanother sacrifice tocreativitywords to pelein hopes of evokingher in my presence
the sword of damocles hang over my head a constant reminder i linger st the edge of total annihilation can a nihilist be annihilated or is that just part and parcel in indecipherable nonsense reality is filled with heat distortions and i seek a mirage to rest a spell while i catch my breath falling […]
i go through interminable stretches where creativity is little more than a teasing whore tickling the edge of my fevered brain she shows me just enough rope to hang myself in manic curiosity to leave me longing for enough to finish the job she has deigned to shower her glorious attentions in all her splendid […]
a sudden influxof super andsecondary moonsancient cometsand the coming ofautumnal coolingleads a fool tobelieve maybethings aren’t sofucking terriblefor a little bitas long as youignore the newsand all the signsthings have nevermore fucked up small victoriessilver liningsand whatever elseis necessary tomake it thoughyet another daydip your toes intodelusion and watchit all burn away
the weatherman said a cold front was on its way yet today will be in the nineties poets are a lot like meteorologists neither really knows for sure what tomorrow will actually bring but we stand there cocksure and stupid knowing nearly every word we speak is wrong poetry and the weather two of the […]
i just finished writing the latest chapter in the Blobert saga. what is a Blobert, you may be asking yourself. Blobert is my take on The Blob from the 50s, mixed with Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. This time, Ursa and Blobert are waiting out a blizzard in MonKansas when they are surprised by […]
the sky seems swollen this morning the gradual proliferation of cerulean paused in incidental bruising as engines rumbles and a fool vibrates in time with the uncertain diffusion creeping across texas today will be another in a long line of forced enthusiasm searing semi-plastic smiles on robotic faces sitting in vehicles suspended in traffic waiting […]
i think i saw the void wink at me as i gazed longingly into forever or perhaps it was a ripple where another lost dreamer dove headfirst into oblivion the illusion of choice hides the fact we only get to pick our poisons everything else is doled out without consent next time the void winks […]
i am vocal about the shitshow in my brain because keeping silent is the coward’s path the hardest part of being this way is not knowing who i will be tomorrow i want to be happy but there is always a chance something small will set off a total collapse something so tiny waking and […]
love is a temporary completion before life breaks us anew changing a fevered embrace into fresh wounds as we struggle with the pain bottled up behind our fleeting smiles i fear i am too worn down no longer capable of finishing the puzzle just an edge far removed from the glorious center more likely the […]
my mood has flatlined to the point i cannot tell if the current creativity has me nearly content or if i am so concussed by a year of failures i cannot bother with more than simply showing up i lost my place in my own story and i keep skipping around to find my bearings […]
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