The Ghosts

The ghosts in my dreams, in my window, on the path rich and green.
The old battle cries of wars
in the midst of the dream called childhood
where all is nothing but has
so much purpose in the moments of haunting potential
and sweet clarity of angst.
They walk here as a bank of life filling the atmosphere.
“Lets go to the pavillion, let’s walk through “our” woods. Let’s have common government,
let’s play society.
Some will learn and earn.
Some will break and burn.
Some will burn and break.

Hold me to these ghosts for a moment.
They are part of our time
and of those whose time has not yet come.
My head is in a fog of fire to know that what we do here
is not just for me, you, or us;
it is for people outside of us who will become
the weight
of the earth
and the collective
mind of the world.

They too will some day discover what was really simple
and what was really not.
Let me be these ghosts
and all at once be myself and many,
where I find myself in all
and all find themselves in me.
I am because we are.


sex nightmares

her beauty fulcrum intoxicates incubus
shaving away the phallic thrusts with lust must
i come to you at night and take a bite
you are little and white i am full of
full of          full of          might
you know it’s not right full of fright but your little pussy
is too tight
screaming away your dreams
screaming away your dreams
steam mist fire and crowding
suffocation destination
on top of you i wont let you go
you must give me everything,
10 sons, 3 girls
they will sexually demonize the worlds they are in
with unimaginable stark sexual cruelty they will make all of you
cum cum cum cum cum
with unattainable dark spirituality they will make all of you
one one one one one


i am at one with you great men
i am at one with you great dalliances of the atmosphere
i am the god like you of everything great and
too extreme
i am the god of everything great and you
i will make a swooping noise and with great energy
take you over as if i were a brute
or a bully
and almost
rape you in a sense
i am the god of everything you hold dear
i am the god of everything and i will blame you
if you do not make me
                everything I came to
for you.
I told you true.
I am too powerful for you
even you Jew yes you.


this man, he knew everything he could draw a hungry crowd and shout aloud in side and proud

lies can chase you down, but it makes him erase the sound ssss that snakessss makesss that snakesss for heaven’s sakes of wildernesss sparrows he listened to and freed the world from their misery and sin but they would not have him they would not have him the hymn


cut it
that thread is dead fred sped and bled unled
given no head instead
a bruise then ruse refuse choose or lose
artifice party face
the balding little devil with the overexposed
he must be some sort of master disaster and carry on
forever after then blast her craft shaft
discover the language explain edge

laden girl

now i have the momentum um yeah momentum hum hum sum all the tricks and dicks tricks and dicks and licks and slick stick sicks muscles and bones muscles and bones and moans thrashing the hone leaving the girl to attune attone alone

crying about her man daddy who beat and meat her about to shout he was a monster but this ashamed became cum came her and now in trusting thrusting unintentional metaphors I am he in another degree can’t stop when inspiration strikes hits and beats duh duh thud beats out a rhythm slam dance

her mental makeup is a delvish elvish dilemma don’t understand? review her hips and touch her lips with sips love with her can only be this way a means to her end i did not create this abyss cannot abate nor desist the annular twist that exists

gaymen of distinction

the wise old gaymen of distinction, back in my day
would always have a pithy social abstraction
on the way
from their jobs where most were the epitome
of the proletariat-employee going home
not even dainty just flailing
true activists

a few days of smoking weed and drinking underaged
at the homosexual stack with my gay brother
i was the most ungay person in the universe
they were straight with the fact
we both had the understanding that we were not
status-chasing bitches, but had class
in public not to be a political ass

they rebuked me for being a preacher
to never be a preacher as we smoked chronic
and watched A Beautiful Mind
and their hero, Robert De Niro, born in 1943
cultured in their un-fairysaical
true degenerates

the queers today are a bunch of faggots compared
to the wise old gaymen
they probably have churches and they
YELL more flamboyant than ever
SHUT UP NOW EVERYBODY KNOWS, which makes it less gay
the closet is much more jocund

mere shadows of the prior generation
dressed as women, not gaymen
no imagination
just calling everything gay
when it isn’t
until it is

i met an old gaymen the other day
he hit on me
but sounded conflicted
as if he had been put up to it
by a falling crescent

but when he told me that marijuana legal
was more hallowed than marriage regal
i thought


each one in turn will learn
each one will get their urn
the letters that we
right to each other
the letters that are bright and bring light on sight excite on site
and ignite insight delight
the location fascination anticipation


i am a mirror to your soul
and you hate me
i am not seen at all
and you debate me
where am i
why do i seek more
knowledge than you
in an upright way

the hideous lies are your eyes the hideous eyes cries


trick her
your only chances for tits

the year of the tricks as they get stickier and quickier
i quicked her so absurb she seemed
perturbed and burped i perk the clerk with the smirk
it works i eye work the quirk with a jerk lurk (view an internet forum without contributing anything) and a flurt
that hurt that’s a neg you feg
that’s a fag you hag

as i think of how i can convince my ex-hippie (Someone who rejects the established culture; advocates extreme liberalism in politics and lifestyle. also see “hipster”) dad who had
weed back in his day but hey not this new few hay say
and that’s the sales pitch
and he’s a southern preacher snitch
married to a lying christian bitch

i was reminded of that by the word perturbed as my diddy taught me that wurd heard


and the poets came
and came again
like a big ball of jolly wally world

who would have thunk it
dork city is too shitty what a pity diddy
leave me a lone drone go home i wanna bone
with my mona moan mono alone
strong with the thong ping pong song
so wong yet so right white and in flight to night

when i was young and hung strung

moved so slowly and did things that had to
be done
very longly and unsongly for my glee he he see weeeeee

how is it
says he
that all the cool guys with their blue ice eyes
and the sunrise would compromise and all try to find the grooviest
nick name for me see
and when she first met me all she wanted to do
was to do something with that name

i must be today toodee titty
don’t despise your high position solution perdition persecution execution
meet you at the crosswalks
so we’ll always me stonedy
and honey
i own me a you too
And i own the medium so no speediums

why i dont die or cry because they once told me to be
to scold me not to ever repeat repetitive repetition repeating repetitively
but really
it’s like paranoia to euphoria when you smoke’n marijuana
just keep doing it and it becomes funny again gay’n gain sway’n say’n
and so it is with all their assumptions on my presumptions

don’t you luv her sadness

luvly as she may be in misery you still can’t see how she can
deadpan on the sand bend mend
never she did this even long ago
so to my love, don’t let go

let her dance things out angry and sweating pregnant
with me in her brain dances and prances a princess obsessed with
my incest to her dreams and all the things and real diamonds i blow
her mind with my body too and my dream of the thing we can’t break

i slide and watch her cry and hide inside my subside abide wide and confide
oh baby baby runs to me
oh baby baby gets to my soul
oh baby baby said she won’t
let go
oh baby baby go ga ohohohohohoh
baby baby go-ohoh ohohohohohohohoh

grab that cash and make a two-handed-stash
buy a football team. play slots forever
abandon all hope of not fuck’n blond sluts
in the sugar shower tower and bow her over
your knees she says please please and i tease
and shes in a sneeze of cream and butter sputter
tutter totter i taught her to be my luv’n daughter
and bought her the what is the matter with her batter
the way she mixes it and twisted it the dream in my
beam team cream and scream theme

we passed upon the stair stare
she was being raped by her world her situations her relations her elations
her dissipations and yes i had more patience for her
as young as she was and i still a year in waiting
oh the longanimity humanity of it all tall and in the ball

oh baby baby giving that all the way
oh baby baby deep dreams it seems
oh baby baby is on the march
oh baby baby wants equal rights
oh baby baby go rashly hamster go-ohohoh

fat poets

a poet among young poets
a man among sung men
a jesus of the atmosphere
a creator with The Pen
a lightening bolt to your cranium
a load to fill a stadium
a blown up cavity
a blowjob insanity
a rich bitch with a wish
a switch to a hitch fish
a nigger dead in the gutter
a trigger head in the flutter
a dick up the lick like a stick
a quick prick thick and sick
a grip on a trip with a slip
a whip spit on a clit tip
a speedy greedy Archimedes
a dangle tangled triangle
a square over there with his hair
a cat with a smack to the fat rat

up in thererear

i busted a nut because of you
that’s what you made me do, you made me do
i busted a nut over you
and you did chew and you did chew
all the cum that flew
and you were through, yes you were thra roo

i bounced you around the room like a kangaroo
and you did flew yes you did flew
i bounced you around the room like a kangaroo
and you were through, you were through
i bounced you around like you were at the zoo
and with the monkeys too
yes you were with the monkeys too

i busted a nut inside your flue
yes your labial pipe too
up inside of you
i busted a big ole nut floozy you

i choked you you floozy you
i cut off your air so much
you looked like syracuse
yes that was you
choked like syracuse

i first saw your tight ass inside a pew
and i went woo
i saw your ass tighten inside its pew
hole and i went fwoo

Humanity, Otherwise

The knowledge of Death creeps up on us as we age

like the first time you smoked kind bud

We must have the latest status find crud

Why would any other religion replace the latest rage



Vagazzler in the front

skank bag in the back

That White Bitch is fucking saucy

Didn’t She marry that punk rick?


Diamonds and pearls

So who wins?

The bigots or the blacks?

Bada boom bada bing!

vanessa, poetry and chess

you told me something once

and at the time

it didn’t blow my mind

as it was elsewhere

but in the meantime


my high school sweetheart

i never rested on your every word

my darling angel

in fact mostly you were quite absurd


but my little snowflake

i jested in the pond

and wondered why i loved to wander

majestic in your spawn


superior in our anger

younger than the entire world

hungrier, more naked

i always held you over the doorways in my mind



and there you sat my fucking lover

there beside me in the chess halls of bob jones

that is when you then began to SYMBOLIZE

the loving movements in my inspired heart


but as always my battle was before me in the

tables and wooden pieces dancing around the light

and black squares

but we were the coolest ever

and we never thought otherwise

instead the messages were in our eyes

Not Hidden.


I just wanted to blow something up.

just wanted you to orgasm



in a cypher, you were crying your damn beautiful eyes out


you told me the most alarmingly dainty and invisible diplomacy you could

that i should just play chess and write poetry


and that moment i will never forget

or the dress you were wearing and the lovely

WHITE trash coat with red stripes around your arms


big blond hair bodacious little body

your always laying it down in front of me

i love you i love you forever

i never loved another


ain’t that sad


and then a little later

a girl told something just as well

that i should love another Jezebel

women are a curse

i came trying to rape you, just rape you fine

i came trying to rape you  yes yoooow looking so juicy and fine i came trying to make you  mine i came right right out of my mind

i came destined to chase you down halls of graceless wonders i came wanting to take  you away from this place and time

you went out of your mind when you saw me understanding my intent you came out of this world when you realized just how much i did extend

you came countlesss wonders when your mind i did bent you came countless wonders when over i made you bend

you  screamed to the heavens i called you my little bird you went through the roof as i plucked your every feather you turd


she was telling me about her father and some of the things that they did together that were borderline molestation.


emotional incest

I told her he did this because of how much he loves you, cares about you and wants to make you happy. Because he

knows just how to make her happy. After I came in her mouth, I saw tears in her eyes. I

had stumbled onto a very uncomfortable truth for her. A place in her life where she

finds a huge amount of unhappiness and grief, but it is also a place where she finds

her deepest and most profound sense of joy. She is a serious emotional masochist, but

I love it. She would do anything for her father, no matter how screwed up he is. When I

broke it off with her, (not because I wanted to) I told her to marry a guy just like me because I’m wild like her father

and ultimately that is why she chose me, not because I’m wild; but because  I emotionally molested the shit out of her like her father.

Us Government

us government
THEY DONT LET YOU smoke dope
and they TAX you, even soap
us government
You can’t sell your farm products without some secret police fucking up your day
They flying drones and airplans over you watching you with cameras on your way
us government
Box you in a corner, feel up your genITals and put you in cages;
just for flying
Added up so much debt on stupid worthless programs so I got no job
but keep applying
us government
Got butch women and dumb blacks running the country so badly
Makes your dead grandpappy dream of the days of inequality oh sadly
us government
They call you a racist for having a brain and brand you
a rapist for having a thang
us government
us government
We The People, but it’s not for us
Police the poor, Just Us
us government


poetry sso precise that it’s nice on rice

sooooo many days where violence praises ourw ays we
this praize in the prariessssw ays
who says
the spread
the time to walk along the road sign
desizng in time

when a poet sits to write
he has an appetite petite tit not too uptight
like my tie wanna die from fish stir fries and fry
cry why high and uplifted
my cryo-vaccinations are fitted
for the heavy
levy witted
she pitted you up against another sucked cunt and dry your eye
to the sky she still on that jive
you lit another niggerette calling her that only made
her want you more. you bade
she did, niggle.

Nature On The Mind

nature interferes with reason. it’s a distraction from thinking about the rational. porn makes you dumb. pain unnerves you, so you can’t think straight. sex makes you go crazy. nature can relax you however, which helps you think, but you probably will just imagine fantasies. the ocean makes me fear god and that is rational, but is the fear rational? yes, i think so to some extent god is very great, so i am afraid of him. nature declares god. nature is a slap in the face to remind you of god.

stupid poem

turtle: Pound Like

move with stealth
and cunning to the edge
  love THe Ball to piss in early morning spring
windows large and loomy is watching be through the tense
more of what you see is forgetting this

pounce if i can see
the sun in the eyes

somebody beautiful radiance tombs