Work Tomorrow

What is this?
Must I need to survive
it was a little late but it's a family thing

So I'll prepare the peppers
you keep at that stepper

Since I have to work a life away
you might as well be wearing size zero

I hope to shape the world and
not get off this couch
Trip starts now,
Golem exists in my lifetime,
Purple talks to red, red slits purples neck
taco sold some green for me papya
Give it to grass
I love the word grass, G-r-a-s-s

Still on that what is it called?
what what what
post it lost sight poetry in blog world
a girl gets the world, by spreading
but will never understand it
or herself
Guy solves all problems, but can't be heard
without a buck or two

Technology sold its soul to heaven oh my

Cough

It could be at full desperation
or even
at pathetic attempts to get lucky
that the
skinny part robs dusting with flare
or opposite
the thick, sweet spot, if you will
stops you dead in tracks.
Whatever the outcome maybe
you'll be feeling the exertion it took
to get caught up
in the instance.
Might that be all you could
ask for?
That is how I feel.
Kill ox, hate ox, chop down
a tree.
Little furry cow brought joy to a few.
But that's permanent,
more,
a lot more,
than we
may say about
you.

Reaching For Nothing

I don't know what we're doing here-
I think we're should be eliminated and a strict we are only rule be initiated.

Gore is fun from the waist down-
my love for kevlar is wrist strong-
yesterday was when love would stay,
from the bottom up.

The TV is running in my ear but it's just a blur-
I sit here wondering are my thoughts unclear.

Numbers eject perfectly good gray matter,
to help me get crystal, yes she lay down to rest.

And now the drain has rung me cold-
my numerical perception spelt anatomy gone dead.

Disgust; it's all in your head.

Aim Less Glee

I wrote this covered in grapes-

Sunday will bring blissful chuckling-

to my barn with cattle and ducklings.

Fly with a ribbon to tell me your here-

guard the punch.

Noisiest yes, when things go well,

saddest if not for Polish amusement-

tell Magdalena all is not gone.

A museum is much to what we admire

Nothing published is how the planner-

got wired.

Noose to the left and fins to my right

Yes I am American, this keeps me mundane

'cause my country is drowned with tribulation

from one line, "Do what you want."-

has this been the reason for my discontent?

Go home immigrants because this is not a joyful place,

monkey's in a cage make more dinero than my mom and dad.

Own faults yes lets not split hairs, but in a third world country-

it would be the same without the sniff of hope.

Singlet

Call me a tale that is optimistic,
He'll write you back no,
A pigeon went his way-
things suddenly got worse.

Gullet is how large it was,
Christmas presents like skyscrapers,
The oil is not there-
having a society is, I guess, enough reasoning
to allow justified abortion of our planet.

Well Mrs. Smith how is the matriarchal life,
Divorced a drunk to protect her kids,
Assisted governmental living-
has still proven you won't make it.

But you're an independent!
No wonder quite a few deal with domestic violence
so unfortunate mothers, pick your poison.

Death Writes To Life

Next to nothing is always something, she said.
Kings beg to differ-
tomorrow I will not be here!
In mind, state of mind, asleep at home.
Cherish is a word for the mops.
I'm still here-
home is where the known is, he said.
I known not to know of my own change-
therefore it does not exist.

Simple lessons in most basic assertions-

for why they asked, and Hammurabi stood tall!
A dog among men.

Exercised a simple natural, to become time blockers
and yea they were scared-
but the beginning wasn't made to attract it.
Nor was anything out to seek it
Yet it became just because, like morals that never was
They asked themselves, a look deep inside
A dark impermeable lake reflected them straight back-
growled, snarled to a whisper
People out for their own cosmos' greatest failure

Bengal fire

Can't change who it is, (except if it's the trend.)
I might bend to this scribble when birds fly
or maybe I don't have to make sense
or maybe I should stop talking like I'm,.. I'm me.
You see all we are saying is don't come into contact-
with me, us, octopus, etc... because I've lived-
your life, it was horrid, it was blind and unproductive, the opposite of self cleansing, I'm not buying, and now I'm looking for me seventeenth century diamond.

Boo's

The real stealth bomber-
able to blend, and at times spark devastation,
One mans own is another's intuition-
blood level that of Beezlebub himself.
However! You still choose to attend a nine to five?

Masterful like a blacksmith's award winner-
you test the medulla for critical precises,
Don't burn your establishment down-
for not to seek mine shall you if be gone,
handouts are much easier when you're rationed.

But still you don't think as one-
blurry the night and the road see many,
Poorest of those who conform their spiritual prowess-
not to ones' wants, but to ones' needs,
muzzled aspirations gain bottled trust.

It's in death we can not look further-
an unseen hand may not abide,
Earthly dreams hit love struck gods-
forgiven new light he regained his sight,
lightning lived long after and so did that drunk guy.

Pekingese Faced Lady

I've been vomiting for days-
linoleum tiles and-
short fuses.

Scatter Nonsense

We've got perfectly good mud right here,
Sunday the possum made noise for us,
It was thrilling and exhilarating past previously,
In hindsight the the state education I received is outdated,
In current sight, ten years from now the new education- instituted will repeat similar references,
Being anti- the direction the masses are following is a cliche,
Tomorrow it will be a trend,
I used a stick to beat a man,
How many situations can you think of, that that is the title and the outcome is positive?
Head start,
Plush velvet roping kills the emotion of hope,
If tomorrow were here I'd be grateful,
Time period spent without a migraine,
Maybe I have a worm,
Octopus will not get the best of me,
Beaks were meant for land mammals, (I was taught), so why don't you grow up,
I will not mold into a product of my generation,
Fake feelings strategically placed, timing, conversely to make opposites attract,
Whatever happened to what you hear has to be judged to how sincere and meaningful it really is,
Instant gratification,
It's what you want
I suppose.

You Tell Me Dear, What Do You Think?

That's right we are going
we've seen that movie before,

Peeps strategically merchandised
in addition to the pallet's approval,
Weather has sided with us this
labored day of love,
Money for the horses makes up
misconception of fractured homicide,

Tomorrow we might not be here
sex sells women in rags cheer leading,
The sports bureau is investigating injustice,
But the popularity is enough to overwhelm
in decent morals from degrading money to your body.

Sea Shells

Sorrow wading in a shell of a world
Mind take over swallowed by the sea
Someone asks, “Are you okay?”
Sifter picks a life for you
“I’m fine.”
Bagel down the hatchet
Process of process that processes
College, work, real life, complaints?
Pathetic. “I’m fine.”
Recess is established for everything
Bitching and moaning, moaning and bitching
In the end we pretend to bend
For the system its whatever is necessary
Family, health, friends, animals all can wait, so life can skate
Until the end is near, then you hold those things dear
Your life swallowed by the sea
By a world that is a shell
Oblivious to pace and strict to time
Harsh on all those enjoying theirs’
Won’t allow pleasure unless it’s a sacrifice
Kudos to those well off
While I’m near the soup kitchen sub-merged in broth