Kill All Poets

This has to be done

Not tomorrow, not day after

Not next month, or next year

The time is not near

The time is here

(right fucking now)

We're going to round these fuckers up

Put them on their knees in a dirty playground

The line will go for miles and miles

But we have the time

All these rhymers

Free flow junkies

Dying old timers

Iambic pentameter monkeys

What you loved has finally found you, motherfucker

Now it's going to kill you all

Steel will fill your head till your thoughts leak out

It will beat you to death with a fucking dictionary 

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that's all i have to say.

Circles and Spirals

It was a long time ago
(really long time ago)
when i read that poem

some star-struck, heart-broken poet wrote
that
lovers are like two points of a compass
always connected
dancing with each other

but real life is not that simple
lovers can't draw a circle and call it quits
there are things that divide the circles
there are words we don't know the meaning of
there are lines that run parallel never to meet
like train tracks headed into a dark tunnel

i wish loving someone was as simple as a circle
you sacrifice everything and expect nothing
but human heart is a son of a bitch
always needing to scratch that invisible itch

if you don't scratch that itch, it will drive you insane
and when it ends, you might not remember your name

there are spirals within the circles, and we're all tied in our silent coves
spinning threads that might just bring us closer
or send us away from each other

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I need to get back to this blog, I swear I do.