Thursday, November 26, 2015

i don't like bob dylan

i don't even like bob dylan
but i like some of his songs
i think i might hate that old fuck
with his grating voice and holier-than-thou attitude

it's easy to criticize, y'know
any online monkey can do that
you don't even need skills or charm
you can even write shit about bob dylan

then there are days when I wonder
what it'd be like to have a grandfather like bob dylan
he'd be old and wrinkely and full of stories
(i never knew my grandfather, he kicked the bucket too soon)

but really, i don't even know if bob dylan is still alive
many people die young, but old drugged up droogs always survive
i listen to bob's songs sometimes, on sad shitfuck evenings
on rare occasions, the lyrics make sense


No disrespect for Mr. Dylan. Just poetic license. 

Saturday, November 21, 2015

feel so blank today

i am chasing a lot of words
they keep running away from me
i make ropes of my fingers
and try to bring them in

but the words are slippery and sly
they slip, slide and scamper away
i am running here and there looking for them
but they do not come my way

maybe i should use magnets
maybe i should use some kind of bait
maybe i should threaten them
but time is short, i am already late

there are deadlines hovering on my head
like vultures with curved beaks and sharp claws
they see and they want me dead
but they'll never drag this keyboard from my paws

i feel sad, so sad, i cannot work but
my heart is a wolf, a demon, a rapscallion dark
so i use the pen and the paper, to make my mark
cuz the bite of this fucker is worse than his bark

Monday, November 16, 2015


all the salt was in my plate
but i said nothing
as i shoved bitter spoonfuls
in my mouth
cuz no one else said anything
maybe something was wrong with my tongue
maybe i was feeling too sensitive with the food
so i kept eating
and i kept dreaming
of burning rice fields 
all over the fucking world
so i kept chewing
bitter mouthfuls
like a dog
that knows nothing better
you've got to eat 
at the end of the day
you've got to sleep
in the bed you've made
so chew on, brother
chew on
maybe you'll get used to this too

Monday, November 9, 2015

No poem today

Cuz I'm away
Sitting in a train
But In my brain
The words do sway

And what do they say?
Stop whiling boy
You've got this toy
Put it to use and type away

So here's some words
They're yours to keep
They blip blop bleep
So Hold them close or they'll fly like birds

Sunday, November 8, 2015


There is no silence in my head
Only a steady buzz of the unknown
Darkness liberated from womb of the earth
I stare into the void that's my phone

My retinas are used to the blue white glow
I don't sleep till the battery is low
Sometimes I'm awake till the break of dawn
Lockscreen notifications are always on

Wake up

The cycle goes on

I had a chance at silence once

So I sit here staring at these walls
Wishing I was lost, roaming in some mall
Knocking on closed shutters and scratching the glass
I'm addicted to pulling rhymes out of my ass

I missed doing this. So much missing. 

Saturday, November 7, 2015

The Egg of Misery

I thought there was one
But in reality there were two
I thought I was alone in my pain
But God threw me in the mix with you

Now we both float in this cloud of dust
Overtaken by mutant radiation and disgust
Skin is falling apart in patches, so is hair
If I wasn't here would you be there, I don't care

The stain on my heart is the spit in your mouth
When I told you my sins you didn't even shout
I told I told I told you so many different things
Now all's said and done and the fat lady doesn't sing

The egg of misery is finally broken
In black and green goo we both lie open
My throat is jammed and you want to kiss me
If I don't get to breathe, then soon you will miss me.

Old poem, from 2011 I think.

Friday, November 6, 2015

The Stars Disappear

The mock derision in your eyes
Has captured me surprised
Which one of us has lied
About hating the other's guts?
I am just mesmerized
By your iff's and but's
The scent of your skin
The secrets held within
So let my words trail
From the tip of your tongue
To your pretty toenails
Speak to me love
Tell me your desire
Speak to me love
Call me a liar
Talk to me under the light of moon
Fill me with your love
So when the night is over
And the day shines bright
I come back again
To you

Thursday, November 5, 2015


There is a bee in my bonnet
A bug in the system
A spanner in the gears
Throwing thing out of rhythm

This machine is fucked up
Heaving and clawing and biting the earth
Screeching noise to high heavens
Still climbing still rolling forth

Where is this fucking thing going
Without any sign of slowing
Barreling into the stop signs
Thrashing smashing over the land mines

Will this crash or survive
Will this machine arrive
Where it's supposed to go
Will someone let me know?

Wednesday, November 4, 2015


Bring forth the chariots and slaves
Bring forth the promises broken
Bring forth the undug graves
Bring forth the lives unopened

I stand here with my brothers
Prepared for end of times
The faithless speak my names
I judge them for their crimes

Sentencing some to burn
And some to hang for crows
Some fall in the pits
Other in the down belows

There shall be no redemption
All sins counted and accounted for
For rebirth, I'll kill and kill again
And who can ask for more

so random, this just popped up in my head, i just had to write. uhh

Tuesday, November 3, 2015


The sea smells salty
Sand is squishy between my toes
An orange sun slowly sinks
Like a swimmer sans hope

I sit there watching it all
Absorbing, breathing it in
Storing away words and images
In a small room in my head

There are many other rooms like this
And one of those rooms has you
With a door marked with a red X
Because you're just that good

I often keep that room locked
But sometimes I give in
Then I take the key and open the door
To feast on what's within

One wall is marked with words
One wall crowded with pictures
One wall that begs to be touched
One wall that's just a memory

But the ceiling is most special of all
Colored black, dark as sin
I sit in middle of that room and think of you
And dream of all that could have been

This is why I keep that room locked
Keep it locked because I should
I just can't make myself lose the key
Cuz, ugh, you're just so good


I am going to come back to this and fix the second stanza, something about that one bugs me, but I can't put my finger on what it is. But I'll fix it. 

Monday, November 2, 2015


My tongue is raw
My mouth is bloody
But I tasted a galaxy
And it was worth it
I can't stop the words that flow
I watch them drift
I watch them go
On currents of thought
Speeding away like scared animals
They're gone
They know where to go
They will find their way to you
Times when you're alone
These words will tiptoe
Through the windows
Through the screens
Through the blinds
Through machines
These words will not rest
Till they get a taste too

Sunday, November 1, 2015

Dark Mode

My heart is stuck
In dark mode
Dark thoughts
Dark deeds
Dark days
Dark needs

I am sinking
In inky blackness
These impressions
Tattooed on my soul now

My mind is warped
Twisted and scrambled
Still making sense
Like a digital rose unassembled
Torn from the center of my heart
Scrunched up and thrown apart
All over the world wide web

Random, still making sense
Losing, yet winning
This unwinnable game
This fucked up dark romance

I zip my mouth sometimes
I tape together my fingers
My thoughts clutched in night's fist
But when I close my eyes, your scent still lingers

So I breathe
I breathe
I breathe you in
If love is sin
Then love, count me in.